"AHA!" thought the Par Wraith, as it receded further and further from
Scott. The probability sink of Scott was actually moving away in a smaller,
more refined version of the craft. It was called 'shuttle'. Further
reference: Ontario.
As the Wraith got to what was refered to as Sickbay, the probability sink moved far enough away for the full powers to manifest. Succes! Now to posses this humanoid that resembled The Sisko. The Doctor stumbled backwards. His programming was going insane!
"Naomi, run!" he tried to scream. It came out as a whisper. The Par Wraith knew this. This computer system it was in, it did things so fast that the time differential was negligble. This, this was good. This was familar. The Par Wraith instantly took control of the systems of Voyager. Much better then 'Borgee' (where had that thing come from?). The Wraith decided to have fun. Anasthetic gas swept through the crew, making them slip into what was refered to as 'sleep'. Voyager's lights darkened and the ship rotated eighteen degrees. Then it shot off at warp eight point ten. It left in it's wake one shuttle craft named 'Ontario'. In Engineering exactly twenty seven personel lay slumped at their posts. Three figures were up and awake and standing behind the warp c. They were Lt. Carey, Commander Tuvok and Scott. All human. All wearing gas masks.
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