Disclaimer: I only wish Voyager was mine, but Paramount owns them and it is our duty to speculate what they don't see fit to reveal in the series, and are too lazy to make a movie. If only they would see it our way...
Banned From Coffee Chapter 8 - Battle Stations
As the command team strode onto the Bridge for the thrid time that day, the ship shuddered again, under the attack of the Alomen-ar yet again. The Captain tripped, her body falling against the railing above the command deck. Though the ship was in the middle of a battle, Chakotay, Tuvok and Harry rushed to aid their commanding officer and their friend.
Kathryn fobbed off the aid of all but Chakotay, who helped her to settle into her command chair. Just as she had taken her seat, the ship shook again, the Alomen-ar not hesitating to fire on them again.
"Harry, get the Alomen-ar on screen," Captain Janeway ordered her Chief Operations Officer, still trying to get her breath back, hoping her unborn child had not been affected by her fall.
"On screen, Captain," Kim said, slight concern present in his voice.
The Alomen-ar captain, First Marne Ashwaith, appeared on the large viewscreen, his face taking up the entire screen in front of them.
"Ah, Captain Janeway. What can I do for you today?" he asked with feigned interest and sincerity.
"Well, for starters, First Marne, you can tell us why you fired unprovoked, yet again." It was not a statement, it was an order, along with the death stare reserved for Tom Paris's cheeky comments.
The head of the alien race looked surprised at the demand made to him. He truned to look at his staff, then appeared to laugh along with his comerades. "Well, Captain, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
Kathryn turned to look at Harry and signal him to cut the transmission.
"Over my dead body," she said angrily, a threatening look on he ralready enraged face. "Tuvok, charge weapons and prepare a spread of photon torpedoes. Fire on my mark. Harry, re-establish the connection with Ashwaith, Tom, get ready to take us out of here at maximum warp."
"Aye, ma'am," came the response from Helm, Ops and Tactical.
The viewscreen changed from the view of the alien ship to the command centre of the vessel, Ashwaith's appearance yet again filling the screen, looking onto the Bridge of Voyager. "Ah, Captain, back so soon?" he said.
"Get that smirk off your face, Ashwaith, and tell me what I want to know." Kathryn's hormones were enraged, and Ashwaith was really starting to get on her nerves.
"I'm sorry, Captain, but I can't tell you anyrhing, but this," the smirk on his face widened as he broke the comm link, then turned his vessel inot a position to fire on Voyager.
"Tuvok, I don't want to have the ship any more damaged than it already is. Target their weapons systems and main power and fire when ready. Tom, as soon as he has fired, get us out of here, warp 9."
"Aye, Captain."
Kathryn turned to look at her First Officer, fiance and father of her child. The gaze they shared said the same thing. 'This was going to be one hell of a day.'
