Inside the hangar deck dim overhead lights and pulsating red alarm lights illuminated the fronts of two long, sleek vessels. The fronts of the ships were rounded and aerodynamic, as though meant for in-atomosphere travel as well as space travel. Two triangular windows dominated the nose. Walking around to the side of one ship, he saw the words 'USS Sting Ray' written along the silvery tube-like hull. The starboard nacell appeared to have suffered damage at some point. There was blast damage all along the right side and the arm where the nacell should have been was bare. Luckily, the hatch was open, though the noise was becoming unbearable. Figuring he had gone as far as he could, the Jem'Hadar soldier dropped his shroud, becoming visible. Hopefully, he'd be able to overload both anti-matter reactors before anyone appeared. Quickly, he headed for the open hatch.
His appearance did not go unnoticed.
Working happily atop the Sting Ray, Lieutenant Box failed to lock the doors to the launch bay. He had been in the middle of rewiring the starboard shield emitter when the warning was announced. He couldn't do anything at the time of the warning, and since then it simply slipped his mind. The human sized crystaline spider continued working and listening to klingon opera, oblivious to any potential danger... until one of his eight eyes noticed the hangar door open and close with nothing there. Instantly, Box stopped working and centered as many eyes as he could focus on the hangar, keeping as low a profile as his bulbous body would let him. "Rats!" he thought. "I should have locked the doors." If he attempted to use his communicator, it would be useless with the music playing. If he stopped the music, he would give himself away. Unfortunately, the nearest phaser was inside the ship he was working on. If he tried to escape, he would be instantly noticed. Regretfully, the Hamalki was known throughout the alpha quadrant as scientists and engineers, not fighters.
Box's thoughts began to wander as he continued frantically looking for some kind of movement... something that would give away the intruder's position. What was the Jem'Hadar doing here? Was he looking for a way to escape? Was he looking for a weapon? A hostage? What could he possibly want in a hangar deck? He wished T'Nia or Stephen was there. They were much more well known for their 'creative thinking'. Then, the Jem'Hadar appeared, right in front of the very ship Box was working on. He had left the hatch open so he could hear the music! Frustrated with a profound lack of intelligent ideas, he shook his head.
When the Jem'Hadar made a run for the open hatch, Box panicked. Because the Hamalki have no larynx as humanoids do, they use their limited shapeshifting abilities to 'create' vocal chords within their bodies. Then, creating gaps within their semi-transparent bodies, they pull in air, then push it through the makeshift vocal chords to create sounds. The result is an airy, but normally soft voice. The Hamalki mouth is generally used just for eating, however, in times of distress, they are capable of pushing air back through their throats. The result is a mind numbingly loud, high pitched scream. This was the sound Box instinctively created in his panic. Not surprisingly, it completely drowned out the klingon opera playing below.
The sudden, jarring high pitched shrill was like a spike being driven through the Jem'Hadar's head. Dropping his knife, the Jem'Hadar soldier tried his best to cover his ears, but the piercing wouldn't stop. He dropped helplessly to his knees, unable to even think. Then, for just a moment, as if it couldn't possibly get any worse, the sound got louder. The next sensation the battle trained Jem'Hadar felt was more pain, but a different kind, as an extremely heavy weight suddenly dropped on him from above, knocking the wind from him and sending him painfully to the floor on his back. The soldier's arms and legs helplessly pinned, he looked up to see a giant crystalline spider with a large, fanged mouth standing over him.