Janeway opened her eyes.
All around her, smoke filled the bridge of the Saratoga. For a moment, she wondered where she was. Had the Klingons attacked Regulus again? How had she ended up on the floor?
Suddenly, the events of the past few days came rushing back. Spock. The Cardassians. The Badlands. Hours compressed into moments – she remembered Lieutenant Idaris announcing the decloaking of a Klingon Bird-of-Prey, the exchange of fire and then Sisko calling out a strange sensor reading. A displacement wave sweeping through the Badlands towards them. The Saratoga had shook like a rattle in a baby’s hand, there had been explosions, screams, fire...
Rolling over on to her hands and knees, Janeway called out. “Report!”
She heard a groan, followed a moment later by a dark hand appearing over the top of the nearest station. The clean-shaven face of Lieutenant-Commander Sisko, blood pouring from a gash in his brow, came into view.
“What happened?” he asked, wincing at the broken sound of his own voice.
Janeway shook her head. “I don’t know. How is the ship?”
Her tone of voice seemed to bring him back to himself and he shook his head, forcing himself to stand up, his eyes already searching the screen in front of him. “Hull breach, Deck Nine,” Sisko said, eyes widening. “All comms are down, trying to reestablish.”
Trying not to allow the fear she felt at the mention of the hull breach show on her face, Janeway turned to study her bridge. To her relief, everyone seemed to have survived. Including Admiral Spock, just pulling himself to his feet, his grey hair and face covered in soot but otherwise looking unharmed.
“Once comms are back up, order repair crews to Deck Nine. And someone tell me what is going on outside. Where are the Klingons?”
Janeway moved over to Spock, reaching out a hand to steady him as the ship’s deck rolled slightly beneath their feet. She looked into his eyes, searching for any signs of disapproval or anger. He met her gaze steadily, his mouth twitching. “I am fine, Captain. Care for your ship and her crew.”
Nodding, Janeway turned back to Sisko. “Any luck with those comms?”
“I’m trying Captain but...”
“Captain, I’m picking up two objects around us,” Lieutenant Jadzia Idaris said from her station at Tactical. “It’s the Klingon and Cardassian ships. Both appear to be drifting.”
Thank heavens for small mercies. At least they didn’t have to worry about dealing with the Klingon Bird-of-Prey or misplaced anger from the Cardassians. “Do we know what hit us?”
Idaris shook her head. “No, sir. Not yet. But...” She trailed off.
“I’m going to need something more concrete than that, Mister Idaris.”
Colour flooded the young woman’s cheeks, causing her spots to appear even more prominent. “Yes, sir. If the sensors are working properly, we’re over seventy thousand light years from our last location.” She looked up at Janeway, fear evident in her expression. “We’re on the other side of the galaxy.”