“There’s three warp cores on this vessel,” Captain Janeway said.
“Three. I need you to remember that,” she reiterated.
I nodded my head in agreement but didn’t say anything.
We ran through the vessel as the lights flickered, and went out, leaving only the emergency lighting on.
We raced to the bridge, which was far more confined than the bridge of the USS Starship than I’d seen in the tv shows.
Something wasn’t right.
This vessel seemed like it was created for war.
“The USS Voyager,” She yelled as something struck the ship and sparks went flying, “I need you to get the schematics for this vessel.”
I then woke up from the dream.