AN: I am sorry, that it took me that long to write this small chapter. RL had me pretty busy and I had my mind set upon a certain chicken I wanted to include in this chapter, though it didn't work out in the end. It hopefully will appear in chapter 6. I am already working on chapter 5, so you don't have to wait that long. Thanks to all who read and review. I really appreciate it.

Suddenly his eyes went blank, he - or was it a she? - swayed on his feet for a couple of seconds and unceremoniously fell to the floor. Behind him towered a Klingon with a club in his hand.

Were the safety protocols off line again? It didn't really matter right now as it probably saved her life or her ship or whatever.

"Th...thanks", she stuttered and chided herself as soon as she did. Stuttering wasn't very captain-like. "Anytime, sweety", the Klingon answered and smiled at her with very pointy, very dirty teeth.

Kathryn deciding that she didn't like his smile any better than the aliens rushed out of the Holodeck

and locked the door. Puh, that had been close.

"Now I really have to find out what the odds are", she thought. Silently she retreaded to a small corridor. "Computer: How many intruders are on board?" "47", was the stoic reply.

For just a moment she wondered whether the computer would count her as one of them, as she shouldn't really exist anymore. Then she shrugged, well, 5 are down, which leaves 42...

Hmm, where could she trap some more? The crew's quarters? No, she never wanted to invade their privacy. If it had been up to her, she wouldn't have allowed those aliens to get even near them. As it was, they hadn't ask her. She smiled dangerously. Soon they will wish they had. Engineering and the bridge were also out of question, she would need access to those parts of her ship soon enough. "Oh, Neelix will hate me for this", she muttered, but the only option she found was the mess hall.

Carefully she tiptoed towards the door of the mess hall. She could hear laughter or at least it sounded like it. Good, so there were already some of her opponents in there enjoying themselves. "Well, lets see if I can make it a little more comfortable for them."

To her dismay, she didn't know how many there were. She hoped maybe four or five. They definitely needed company!

Voyager seemed to really love her, as she carried out her orders without any complaint.

Suddenly there was smoke billowing out of vents in the mess hall. The light flickered off and on for some time, then decided it liked off much better. Frightened aliens stumbled over each other as they tried to reach the door. It was all in vain, as it refused to open for them.

The fire was also noticed on the bridge. Leader sent three of his men down to investigate. He sighed. Why did he take on the quest to hijack this ship. So far, it was nothing but trouble.

The three heard their comrades yell to get them out, when they came near mess hall. They finally reached the door and wondered what to do next, when the door opened as if nothing was wrong. And there was nothing wrong at all. The lights cast a warm light over the chaos they saw. Bodies were sprawled all over turned tables and chairs.

They stepped insight the room. The door closed behind them automatically and locked them in. They paid no attention to it. Kathryn could here them shout about being drunk in the middle of the day. The lights turned off as if to prove them wrong and water rushed down to soak them and extinguish the fire the computer had detected. Oh, Kathryn thanked Tuvok for his various fire drill simulations.

Another intriguing thought hit her. After the ship will be in their hands again, she really had to see the doctor. She actually started to enjoy all of this. Thinking about the doctor made her think of him always looking out for the crew, monitoring them in their quarters, if they refused to stay in sickbay longer than necessary (she made a face) and she thought about music.

She sprinted back towards his office, carefully avoiding any meetings with their guests. Out of breath, she sat down in his chair and noticed with concern that she was tiring despite her joyous spirit.

Anyway, time to go back to action. She had noticed, that some of the aliens had retreated to her crew's quarters, probably for sleep. Her fingers flew over the buttons on his terminal. Now, every alien, as soon as he went to sleep heard the doctor singing opera at the maximum volume.

She really hoped she got it right. She had told the computer to wait for their heart rate to drop and their breathing to steady in comparison to when they first entered the quarters. It would be rather nice if their physiology didn't differ too much from that of humans, though even if it did the music would still be annoying. That is why she also applied this tactic on the bridge and in engineering. It would certainly keep them on their toes. There would be no relaxing on her ship for them.

Kathryn, on the other hand, finally gave in to her exhaustion and woke up with a start two hours later. "That was rather stupid!", she chided herself as she could have been found easily. She had been extremely lucky. Yawning and still a little bit drowsy she stepped in the hallway and let her feet carry her on their own. When she heard voices approaching her from both sides, it was too late, she couldn't hide anywhere, so she plucked off her remaining pips, put them in her pocket, sank to the floor and started to cry.