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[I. Attack Dogs]
The ship was under attack by a race of fifty aggressively cunning humanoids who had somehow managed to sneak on board to steal Voyager ’s navigational technology. Voyager fought back quickly and cut them down. There were currently only six of them left on board to contend with; Those six were busy in Engineering attempting to wreak havoc on B’Elanna’s perfectly tuned warp core. The hybrids had been sparring in the holodeck when the alert came through and they burst into Engineering like attack dogs let loose, back to back in full Klingon armor, armed with their bat’leths and a heavy dose of Klingon battle lust. The Captain’s orders were ‘aim to kill’ (Janeway’s diplomacy apparently hadn't worked on them and the Captain had no time or patience to continue that tactic), and the warriors wasted no time in dispatching the poorly armed intruders in rapid succession. As Dreya signalled the ‘all clear’ to the bridge, the hybrids could finally relax. Dreya held her arms out and B’Elanna slid into Dreya’s welcoming embrace, relishing in the feeling of safety and satisfaction as Dreya kissed her forehead ridges.