CHAKOTAY SAVES THE DAY
“Your weapons and propulsion have been disabled. Lower your shields and prepare
to be boarded. The Arcalian Protectorate hereby claims your vessel.” The three
eyes in the forehead of the scaled alien never blinked as they delivered their
ultimatum.
“Engineering, report!”
“We’re dead in the water, Captain. We’ve got no engines, we’ve got no weapons
and they’re using a dampening field in their tractor beam to block our power
converters. Unless we can break free of that tractor beam, this fight is over.”
“Keep working on it B’Elanna!” Turning to the science station behind her,
Janeway locked gazes with the beautiful former Borg drone who held her heart.
“Seven, anything?”
“Lt. Torres’ report sums up our position, Captain. Without breaking free from
their tractor beam Voyager is helpless. But if I can reverse several of the
power relays here on the bridge, it may be enough to fire a feedback pulse
through our deflector array and break their tractor beam.”
“Do it, Seven! B’Elanna, send a feedback tachyon beam through our deflector
array. Seven is getting you power now.”
“Acknowledged, Captain. We’re ready down here.”
The lithe ex-drone leapt for the access panel beneath the Tactical station.
Ripping off the protective cover, she began the dangerous process of
cross-linking power relays. Suddenly, the ship lurched violently. The panel
exploded in a shower of sparks and blew Seven of Nine into the bridge railing.
She groaned as blood dripped down her face and she gingerly felt for her broken
ribs.
“Seven, are you all right?” screamed Janeway.
“I will survive, Captain. But I am…impaired…by my injuries…”
Jumping to his feet, Chakotay spun around the command chairs toward the open
panel. At last, he thought, the chance I need to show Kathryn what she’s been
missing. What kind of man she could have in me.
“Don’t worry, Kathryn. I’ll save Voyager!”
“Chakotay, NO! You fucking idiot, you don’t know the right couplings to…”
Voyager rocked violently again, this time pitching the bumbling First Officer
into the open panel. His body fell against two open contacts, completing the
circuit arc. As 80,000 kilovolts flowed through his body, a tachyon feedback
pulse shot from Voyager’s deflector array destroying the Arcalian warship in a
huge fireball.
“Engineering! Status?”
“We’ve got full power back, Captain, but weapons will take another few minutes.”
“Well done, Lt. Torres! Stay on it!” Turning toward her helmsman she barked,
“Mr. Paris, get us out of here; warp 8!”
“Aye, aye, Captain!”
The surge of power vibrated in the deck plates as the star field blurred in the
warp bubble. Janeway jumped to her feet and swung around the railing. Kneeling
next to her lover she gently examined the gash on her forehead. Janeway stood
and helped Seven to her feet as she supported her lover with an arm around her
waist. They looked down at the charred body of the First Officer.
“Well, I guess the fucking idiot did save the day…Computer, two to beam to Sick
Bay.”
The End