"Report." The captain barked storming from the lift.
Short on supplies, replicators down, at 0720 the captain was late for shift and very obviously without coffee.
"Shields down, weapons offline." Tuvok calmly reported.
"Long range sensors show no systems." Harry nervously added.
"Helm responding sluggishly, we have thrusters but no warp drive." Tom offered; they held a collective breath as she settled in her command chair.
"Good morning." Chakotay offered cheerfully.
Her head jerked toward him, stormy blue
eyes raised to meet peaceful brown ones. Dimples flashed, love shined.
A crooked smile snuck across her face; another great day dawned.
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