“I’m sorry,” she continued, defiantly looking at the alien. Maybe he hit his head against the step harder than he realized… She only gave him a knowing look, which made his frown set deeper. Hesitantly, yet loud enough to echo, he asked, “Seven?” Harry’s heart dropped for two reasons: the Doctor was gone -indefinitely if their attackers truly decompiled his matrix-and this was not Seven. With eyes a little too bright, a voice a little too off, emotions almost bare on her face, Seven replied, “You decompiled his matrix. At this point, adrenaline was the only thing keeping him up and the only thing forcing him to pay attention to the scene before him and not pass out.Ī tall, male alien-probably the leader of the group-threateningly approached Seven, who was uncharacteristically leaning against the Doctor’s “observation” table. Harry stumbled, his footing uncoordinated, as he and his kidnappers faced Seven alone. Two harshly grabbed him by his arms and hefted him up, and they all headed for the aft section of the Flyer. He was not going to look weak in front of them. “We don’t want you,” a female alien said. He forced himself to his knees when four uniformed and armed aliens appear and stare down at him, despite the pounding in his head and his sight swimming and the nausea and panic in his chest. He forced his eyes open at the sounds of an active transport. His vision cut out and the sounds of sparks and explosions around him become hazy and his limbs become disconnected from his mind as he unwillingly goes limp. His head brained the edge of the step between the piloting area and the rest of the Flyer’s cabin and exploded with pain. His body landed with a thump against the carpeted floor but his head… The world became a violent haze of orange, beige, maroon, and searing white as he was thrown from his seat onto the ground. You’re gonna have to hide the Doctor’s program-” The sinking feeling of defeat began to pool in his stomach as he said, “Seven, they’re pulling us in. He didn’t have enough time to emit the feedback pulse, and without thrusters and shields, the Flyer was vulnerable to their tractor beam. “Power down your systems and prepare to surrender the photonic.” He forgot there was still an open channel between them and their attackers. “Federation vessel,” Harry nearly jumped out of his seat. “They're using some kind of disruption field.” They were? Harry glanced outside to see a secondary beam penetrating the aft section of the ship. If they couldn’t escape by using the shields as a buffer, maybe he could send a feedback loop to disrupt the beam.Īs his fingers moved across the console as if on autopilot, his ears picked up bits and pieces of the Doctor and Seven’s conversation over the comms. His sarcastic thoughts only lingered for a moment before he returned his attention to piloting. Couldn’t he and Tom have designed this new Flyer to have better protected shield generators? That should break us free.” They knew nothing of this species’ technology, but if they could remodulate the shields to a rotating frequency, as they did with phasers, and activate the multiphasic matrix to enhance its strength, they would be able to escape. “It’s a tractor beam.” Seven reported over comms. The ship suddenly and violently shook, causing him to tightly grasp his station for stability. “Subspace communications are offline.” Harry glared at the ceiling, where he imagined the origin of the Computer’s voice would reside. Mayday.” He paused for the static of subspace. Harry began to slowly plot a different evasive course-really, couldn’t he and Tom have designed this new Flyer to have the same controls as the last?-as he opened a new subspace transmission.
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“I’ll try reinitializing the driver coils.”Ī shot that grazed their shields shook the Delta Flyer once more. He looked down at his display and activated his combadge. Sparks bursted from the walls behind him.
Unless… “If you’re referring to the hologram, he’s our doctor.” Before he even finished his sentence, the ship shuddered under the impact of the alien’s plasma weapons. “Photonic insurgent?” The recorded data showed no intruder, photonic or otherwise.
Harry frowned, quickly pulling up internal sensor logs beside his navigation. “Drop your shields and prepare to be boarded.” “You’re transporting a suspected photonic insurgent through Lokirrim space.” A deep, male voice filtered through the cabin. ” He said, willing the shakiness out of his voice and forcing authority into it. “This is the Federation ship Delta Flyer. Harry’s right hand flew over the navigation console, fingers panickedly pressing buttons to avoid the fire from the alien ship, as his left hand slammed down onto the communications node and opened an audio hail.
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