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Misinterpretations

by Tamar Richardson

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Part 2

The ship rocked back and forth. "What now?" the interrogator said to no one. He pressed the hand-held device releasing the nanites' grip on Janeway's heart.

He pressed a button on the desk. "Perhaps we can continue this tomorrow." Just as he was leaving the room, the same two guards entered and dragged her back to her cell.

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Chakotay sat in his cell, waiting. Waiting for the guards to return Kathryn and take him to the dreaded room. He didn't know how much longer either of them could survive this. He hoped that Voyager would be able to find them and rescue them from this horrible place.

Suddenly, he was thrown across the cell by the unexpected rocking of the ship. Thankfully, he was uninjured. He heard various shouts from the crew that they were under attack. But who was attacking them?

The guards came and put the Captain in the next cell. She crawled over to the wall where the Commander sat. "What's happening?" she asked weakly.

"We're under attack," he responded.

"By whom?"

"I wished I knew."

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"Execute evasive maneuvers, Mr. Paris," Tuvok ordered.

"Aye, sir." The aliens had dropped their shields and Tuvok had seen it as the perfect opportunity to attack them. Attacking them was the only logical choice, They couldn't have beamed over there, too risky. There was some sort of jamming device preventing them from getting a lock on the Captain and the Commander. This was the only way.

"They're hailing us," Harry announced.

"On screen," Tuvok responded.

The view screen was filled with the image of the alien, "This is Shab Cirak of the Zanon Empire..."

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