Chakotay's Perspective
"Tom, what are you doing?" I asked apprehensively, standing up and holding my hands up in a gesture of peace. But he ignored me and walked forward, still holding the phaser at me but moving towards the helm. "You don't want to do that, Tom." I said. He still ignored me and sat at the helm, placing the weapon on the panel above the buttons. After he started pressing a few buttons, I felt the ship slowly moving forward, and changing direction.
Paris jerked off the chair sidewards, clutching his stomach with two hands and gritting his teeth. I could only stare in horror, knowing that if I went anywhere near him I'd end up with the same fate, so instead I called for the Doctor on my conn badge. Tom was still writhing on the ground, but he seemed to be doing so while moving towards the panel where the phaser sat. Taking a good few seconds, he managed to grab it and do the most extraordinary things. He fired straight towards the top of his face. I cried out in shock but the beam never made it to him. Instead, it revealed a large being attached to his forehead and stretched to the top of his spine like a funny looking hat. It was grey, with six legs and two large pincers that were attached to the top of his spine. Without thinking this time I ran forward and tried to wrench the thing off him. Paris screamed in pain, his face contorted in agony. And still the thing remained attached, more so if possible. I grabbed the phaser that Paris had just released from his hand and aimed it for the alien. Firing at each of the legs, it released its grip and fell on its back on the floor. Just as it did, the turbo lift door opened and the Doc walked in, Tuvok at his heels. Paris lay motionless and very pale, with the creature centimetres away, also unconscious.
"What happened here?" Doc said, rushing forward.
"I don't really know. He walked in, sat down there…" I pointed to the chair positioned at the helm, "thrashed around then fired this" I held up the phaser, "At this" I pointed to the creature, "and they both just…collapsed" I finished by taking a rather large breath.
"Although Mr Paris has blatantly disobeyed Captains orders, he has successfully identified the problem we have faced around here" Tuvok said, standing up and moving to the helm panel where he calmly placed a heading into the computer and waited to feel the movement of the vessel. I held my breath and im sure if the Doc had one he'd be doing the same, but nothing happened. No screaming, no writhing, no pain and no memory problem.
"Well, now we know how, who, and what." Doc mumbled. We all turned to Tom, still lying on the bridge floor.
"Now we need to know why" I added.