She sat, unable to move. A crippled body amidst twisted medal and fire. She sat and watched the crew running up and down the halls in a blur of blood and tears. Watched their mouths move, yelling silent orders that she couldn't hear. Couldn't understand. She could only hear the red alert siren as it echoed off the broken walls.
Were they calling to her? Were the orders for her? Everything around her seemed unnaturally slow and silent. All except the siren. It was deafening.
Red she thought. The colour of the blood that stained her. The colour of the fire that dangerously danced around her. The colour red flashed again and again as the siren rang on.
The cold death of space gripped the ship in it's fist, hunting for a crack where it could seep through and infect the environment inside. She felt its icy touch, saddened to know there was nothing she could do but let it take her.
Red she thought again. The colour of anger. A feeling that she most certainly knew well. It burned inside as hot as the flames surrounding her. Who could have done this? Why? It had all happened so fast.
This place was strange to her and to the crew. It was unknown, uncharted. But they were explorers and curious. They wanted to see every inch of this new space. Wanted to meet every species alien to them. It was curiosity that was their downfall. Hidden enemies seemed to be lurking around every corner, ready to strike the unwary travellers. It was curiosity that seemed to get them into more trouble then good. She longed for home. For more peaceful space.
She sat helplessly waiting, wondering whether rescue or death would sweep in first to take her. She hoped it would be rescue. Her crew needed her to bring them home, she couldn't let them die now. Not like this. But what was she to do? She was as helpless without them as they were without her.
Red she thought as the siren played on, unheard in the vastness of space. Voyager sat, drifting helplessly. A crippled body amidst twisted medal and fire.