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Everyone seemed to have forgotten what silence sounded like. On the bridge there were too many noises. It sounded of groans and shouts and cries, like a heavy animal population in the Savannah. The alarm signaling red alert would go off every once in a while, censors would beep at nothing, reports were coming on all over the ship onto tactile station, and comm badges continuously shattered. Harry started to wake crewmen on the bridge. B'Elanna and Chakotay woke up on their own but that didn't mean they were nearly okay. Her forehead was smashed and her shoulder was dislocated by her chair. Chakotay found it hard to breathe, his lung or rib was injured, it wasn't the smoke in the air though there was an abundance of it. They both looked out at the view screen expecting and fearing another incoming rock hurling towards them but once again there was just darkness outside. No stars or planets or alien ships or asteroids. It was as if nothing had ever been there at all, or whatever was there had disappeared like a ghost. The asteroids field had disappeared so quickly and left no debris fRom itself, had it all moved away or had Voyager?

Immediately Chakotay realized that other had to be attended to and turned to B'Elanna. He started at her dislocated shoulder as she did. "Here, let me help."

"No don't touch it!" She crawled back snarling. Chakotay pulled back his arm in confusion at her tone, she knew he had a gentle hand. "I- I've got it she said." She stood on her knees and grabbed above her elbow and definitely hissed in pain. "This is gonna be loud... and I'm not talking about my arm." He smiled for a moment. She held her arm tight, her mouth wide open, breathing heavily; she changed her grip on her arm and without another second passing pushed her limp arm up. The arm moved up into its socket as B'Elanna let out a blood curling Klingon scream; the arm slid in like butter and quality moment later was completely usable. The scream she let our awoke a few crewmembers from their unconscious rouse startled and on pain. Harry helped up one as Chakotay and B'Elanna braced each other against each other to stand up.

"Computer, status." Chakotay said to the walls struggling to breathe. The only response was static which meant all verbal commands or command codes weren't functioning. The computer couldn't do anything! He couldn't face the distraction of the ship and without the computer repairs would go so much slower and harder. The crew wouldn't be able to order food

B'Elanna stood up not putting too much weight on her left foot and observed the state of the bridge. She limped to the captain's chair console and started pushing buttons. The red alert alarms, sounds and lights were cancelled and changed to red alert. Everyone stared at her. "It was getting annoying. The alarms I mean." They continued staring at her for another moment and then went on to helping everyone else. Tuvok was the next to wake up from behind his console, not surprisingly he had minor damage to himself. Suddenly beanbag started moving frantically. "Wheres Tom?" She yelled dropping her tools and moving to his station. Half of the view screen was blocked with beams and runnable that dropped from the ceiling or walls. Three beams perfectly tented Tom's consul and station. B'Elanna crawled in between two paying kind to her injured foot. It was just a few feet of space but it felt like a great forest of metal. She saw Tom very quickly, he was covered in metal sheets and plating and it seemed as though he had moved a smaller beam from on top of his abdomen. But he wasn't moving now.

She crawled over to him to move some of the metal sheets that covered him. They weren't heavy but sharp as hell. She swiped the sheets away from Tom and held his head to try and wake him up. She could hear him breathing and feel his pulse but he had horrible cuts in his side and arms. Even her legs which he up his head was turning red with blood from his side. "Tom... Tom!" She started yelling shaking his head. "I need the doctor! Tom won't wake up!" She yelled to the crew outside the beam structure.

"Relax B'Elanna... I'm not dead yet." She heard. Tom's eyes were still closed but his mouth and legs were moving.

"Tom! You're ok." She yelled with deep relief In her voice.

"Yeah. I'm all good let's get to work." He said sarcastically, "Think you can get me out of here?" Somehow Chakotay heard him and inched his way into the small entrance.

"We got you Tom." He said calmly.

Chakotay had stood with Talia for over ten minutes until he inched close enough to her bed to sit without disturbing her. She leaned her head on his broad shoulders still barely making a sound. That was one thing Chakotay found interesting, she was usually a very emotional person when it came to the negative feelings; anger, annoyance, sadness, stress. It were the positive emotions she usually kept in check , never letting too much get out about herself or how she felt, except when it came to Chakotay because he had the same personality. But he still sat with her.

Cado was a lieutenant on the Crassus, a vortex class ship with high weapons output and a powerful hull. Whatever took it down was powerful. The ship had been near the bad lands when it sent out a distress call, a nearby ship intercepted it and was there within 5 hours, but by that time the Ship was in two pieces and only one piece still had life support, that seemed to a miracle within a tragedy. Cadillac was exposed to the vacuum of space and died immediately. They had been patrolling the demilitarized zone by the bad lands, Cado was next in line for chief of security on the Crassus. He always thought Talia would be an excellent security officer too but her heart was set on the sciences. His average day consisted of him either on the bridge or a security terminal on deck 15 which was the bottom deck of the ship.

"You're not leaving are you?" Talia suddenly asked. Chakotay repositioned his right arm.

"No. No. I've got you Talia."

They sat for a long time, until Talia fell asleep on his shoulder. He put her on her bed and went home. Her emotions were strange and he didn't like them. He liked her in her usual way, but I mild tempered automaton was not Talia. He'd return in the morning. May be by then shed be a little more like herself. Looking back on that moment later he realized how horrible his thoughts had been but at the time it was far from his mind. He went back into his quarters to sleep off what he had been through that day, it had been a bad one. Probably the worst day of Talia's life. Her brother was everything to her from the day they could remember each other. Chakotay knew this, but he was more worried about Talias personality than her overall state. He lied down in bed with a paddle in his hand on alpha quadrant anomalies and eventually fell asleep.

They pulled Tom out into the open bridge and by that time most of the people who could were standing. Harry held the captain's shoulder over his own, her knee was bleeding through her uniform but if she was in pain she didn't show it.

"Is everyone alright?" She asked in her loud announcing voice. O obviously everyone was not but she needed to know the status of those who were awake and standing. People answered with body parts bleeding, limbs injured, ears ringing, problems breathing. When people said that their legs hurt but they were still walking she had a suspicion that they may be worse than even they thought. Because of the crash their bodies were pumping with adrenaline so they weren't feeling the full extent of the damage that their bodies had taken. A limp could be a sprain and a sprain could just as easily be a break. Her own leg she pretty certain was just sprained but she felt it. Her main concern was for the crew though. How could she have abandoned them for so long? And now when she finally came out again one of the worse incidents Voyager ever faced occurs and she can't do anything about it.

"Captain. I believe I have earned the interference, I am now getting full reports in written form from all over the ship." Said Tuvok.

"Well... Let's hear it." The captain gulped bracing herself on Harry, a trusted friend. Silence. Everyone knew just looking at the state of the bridge that there was no way everyone was alive.

"Reports are coming in every minute, but currently there are reports that 12 are confirmed dead, 19 critical, and over 63 injured including ourselves." He said almost emotionally. In the history of voyager, it was the heaviest of injuries with a grand to total of 84. The reports came from all over the ship, but the least amount of injuries came from the lower and central decks.

"And matter anti matter containment is weakened. It's as if we were hit by weapons not rocks. It basically the same damage capacit." B'Elanna added turning her system back on. "I estimate it will take over a month to get the ship back to its original state captain."

"That's not important right now, what is is helping the rest of the crew. We have less than our 146 compliment now everyone, and I don't want to lose a signal other person understand. Get your team to work B'Elanna then get the doctor online if he isn't already. We can put any injured in the mess if they don't fit in sick bay. We have a lot of injured here people. Dismissed." This sudden announcement from the captain showed her crew that she was back to the way they always knew her to be. The way she had been was a personal matter that no one, could ever understand completely. They had no idea of the the burdens she carried since standing the crew in the delta quadrant. She had been reliving it which was a lot to handle, but now she was the captain again. Captain Janeway.

Chakotay and some of the other slightly injured bridge officers made their way to the sick bay to treat themselves. Bleeding foreheads, injured lungs, possible interior bleeding, and sprains were things that even a third year security cadet knew how to fix. As long as the bleeding was minor and the lucky g wasn't perforated they would be fine in only a few minutes of treatment. The obstacle was getting to the sick bay. They were on deck one and the sick bay was on deck five and the turbo lifts were offline and broken. The Jeffrey's tubes were the only way to go.

Chakotay, B'Elanna and a few other crew members Belgian there long, slow and painful decent down the shafts. One deck took four minutes to clear and so th e y did in mostly silence. It was hard to breathe especially for Chakotay. Everyone hurt and was tired and scared, it was hard to hide it though everyone tried to. They weren't nearly as hurt as others were. People were dead from this, a giant space rock had killed them they kept thinking.

"How's your head?" Chakotay joked having more and more difficulties breathing, his words shortening and his breath gaining length.

"Fine, just a headache, how's your lung." She asked with concern noticing his difficulty.

"Perfect!" She cringed. Suddenly grabbing his chest and clenching his uniform.

"Chakotay?"

"It's okay. Just can't seem to be breathing correctly. I think you should go without me ill match up, I just need a moment to catch my breath."

"You four go, ill stay with the commander." B'Elanna waved them off. They contined down the turbo o lift without another glance to the two of them. "You shouldn't be alone in your condition."

"B'Elanna, I can catch up with you and you need to treat yourself and May be fix the doctor. Go, that's an order." He Saud seriously. B'Elanna nearly snarled with amusement ignoring his command. "Fine. But I'm fine now. Let's go." He said standing up and started down the ladder."

"Are- are you sure?" B'Elanna asked going after him down the shaft after him.

"I told you I would have caught up with you." He smiled up to her," I'm pretty sure I can-" he stopped once again holding his uniform and breathing heavily. He began weazing and his face turned a darker red.

"Chakotay?" B'Elanna yelled to him but He didn't answer her. The next thing she saw was him losing his grip on the ladder and falling three feet to the lower landing of deck four. "Chakotay!" She raced down three rungs and jumped on to the platform where he lay. She yelled down the next shaft frantically. "I need help!"

She put her head up and stared at Chakotay who no doubt was barely breathing. As she heard the sound of the other racing up the shaft she keeled down to his lever and held his head hoping that contact may wake him. "I got you Chakotay, just hold on."