Janeway's perspective
Sitting in my chair in the middle of the bridge, I was feeling uneasy. Tom's words from hours ago still rang in my ears; "we're vulnerable" …well, he was right. She had tried everything she could to gain control of her ship; she had tried putting different people (older, younger, male and female) at the helm/conn and in different ways were all stopped from changing heading. She had attempted to divert helm control to op's but all that did was blow out the operation controls which took most of the rest of the morning to fix, much to the annoyance of both Ensign Kim and Lieutenant Torres. She was about a hair-string away from grabbing a pole and poking the commands onto the helm. I couldn't help but chuckle a little at that thought.
"Something funny?" asked the man beside me, his tattoos moving as his eyebrows rose. I smiled and was about to explain when I series of rhythmic beeping emitted from the tactical station.
"What's that?" I asked Tuvok, who was frowning at his controls.
"Im not sure, Captain. There appears to be no problem, however, red alert has been activated in decks 4, 5 and 6" came the reply
"Just in those decks? I didn't know that could happen" Chakotay muttered, mainly to me. I stared at him for a second.
"It doesn't." I replied "Tuvok, can you turn it off"
"I shall try, Captain" There was a moment of silence, until suddenly there was a quiet crackle. I lunged off my seat and turned around just in time to see an electrical current surge through the controls and into Tuvoks body. I gasped, though I would have screamed if there were enough air in my lungs, and I ran over to my dear and very old friend. He was unconscious, but seemed alright.
Tapping my conn Badge, I address the sick bay as a whole; "Janeway to sick bay, medical emergency"
Janeways perspective
Within hours, the whole ship changed. We were locked out of all controls on the bridge, engineering and the environmental control. And although I deny it to my crew, the only think I could think of was talking to it;
"OK, ive been good to you. Just the other week we set down and gave you a full exterior cleaning. We haven't been in any phaser fights, nor been through any asteroid belts. You should be happy. So why are you doing this to me? Do you want an interior scrub? Is that it? Please, work and I promise you'll get it" I waited for a few moments, holding my breath in hope, but nothing came, beeped or snapped into action. I sighed. I sat down behind the desk in my ready room and placed my feet on the table…something I did rarely, but my feet really did ache. I felt like a coffee I couldn't be bothered getting up again to get another one. Plus; I had already had four …or was that five?
The door buzzed presently and I quickly straightened myself out and allowed Chakotay to enter. He held a PADD in his hands and a grim expression on his face.
"ship status update" he bagan, and I groaned mentally…I didn't want to hear this. "Gravity's out on decks 3 and 4, both holodecks are out, all controls in astrometrics are unresponsive, and…" he paused for a second, both giving me time to roll my eyes and him time to dread my coming reaction, "replicators are down." All I could do was close my eyes.
"Guess it was a good thing I didn't get up to get myself another coffee then" I replied, finding the silver lining. My second in command smiled and nodded.
"there is another way to get energy and put fatigue to rest. Getting some sleep. Its 0500 hours. You've been awake for over 26 hours. Go, I can take care of….whatever needs taking care of" o smiled, both in appreciations and in reply to his comment. Standing up, I circled my desk and placed a hand on hos shoulder before heading to the door.