Nobody else left onboard but the dead.
There were a lot of dead.
The final count I got was forty seven. Almost a third of the crew. There wasn't enough… storage… in sickbay for that many people.
But I couldn't just leave them either.
Reconfiguring cargobay two's environmental system to put the place well below freezing, I then had Huginn and Muninn go around and collect everybody and relocate them to there as soon as anything critical had been dealt with.
Then I tried to put them out of my mind because I had way more urgent things to deal with.
You'd think my priority would be saving the rest of the crew, but that was actually way down on the list because I wouldn't be able to do shit if the ship didn't work. I don't think it was a weapon, but some sort of teleport. If they could bring the ship across the galaxy, it could bring crew out of the ship. And they left the dead.
At least that was the working theory. Besides, if they just wanted to kill us, there were clearly easier ways if they had that sort of tech.
So I got to work getting systems back online and functional as quickly as I could.
Huginn and Muninn were in my field of view, replacing a plasma relay, working in a window in my hud as I worked through the system, rerouting and reconfiguring past damaged systems.
Exhausted.
I was so tired. I had barely eaten since they were taken and I haven't slept. I didn't have time to and it had been… almost three days?
Before I acted, I would need to rest for a bit, but for now I was way too busy. An Intrepid class ship really was not meant to be maintained by one person.
Especially when damaged.
Even so, I had transferred command to engineering so I didn't need to crawl up to the bridge to keep an eye on sensors and work the controls..
We were sitting in empty interstellar space, the missing Maquis ship was sitting a couple of hundred kilometers away, showing no lifesigns.
Was it a Maquis trap?
I kinda doubted that, whatever weapon or hypothetical matter transportation technology had been used was way too advanced for them. Or anyone else I knew of other than possibly the Borg?
Instead, I suspected they were caught in the same trap we were. The trap of the station floating in space a couple of thousand kilometers from each of us.
That's where I picked up a lot of lifesigns.
Why did they target the rest of the crew and not me? I blamed my bones for them not being able to get a sensor lock on me.
I tapped away on the console, glancing to the side towards the warp core.
Repairs seemed to be holding, the pressure was within specs. The console beeped and I nodded. Shield emitters back online.
Next, I'm moving on to-
WROOOIINNNG
I almost dug my claws through the screen despite the interaction protectors as I startled only to find Hunt laying on the floor next to me, unconscious.
Blinking in surprise, I looked around.
What the fuck, they were back! They put the crew back!?
Were… were they…
I lowered my snout, I sniffed Hunt. She certainly smelled human. Alive?
I carefully rolled her over with my nose onto her back before listening at her chest. Heartbeat. Breathing. Alive.
I tapped my com, "Zephyr to medical, activate emergency medical hol-"
"I am already active, Lieutenant. Nobody disengaged me once they disappeared. Please state the natur-
"The crew have returned but are unconscious. Are any in sickbay?" I interrupted it.
"Five. Examining now," the hologram answered.
I carefully started to rearrange Hunt into a recovery position, just to be safe, couldn't just leave her laying on her back.
"They'll be fine," the emergency medical hologram reported, "Their neural energy was suppressed, but it is returning to normal level. They're going to start to wake up in about thirty minutes."
"Keep monitoring the ones in sickbay," I told it before turning off the channel.
Uhm…
…If our crew has been returned, so may the Maquis have been. They were unlikely to have had somebody on their ship to make repairs, but their smaller ship had also seemed to have taken less damage from being thrown here.
Oh, didn't I mention where we were? A full seventy fucking thousand lightyears from the badlands, all the way across the galaxy from where we started.
Which was… not optimal.
But one problem at a time. If they were waking up soon, their ship may have taken less damage. Normally their ship would be no match for Voyager, but in this state…
I considered locking weapons and blowing them out of space before they could become a threat.
My claw slowly clicked against the deck as I considered it. Hmm…
No.
We were isolated right now. If we were to get back, we would need their resources and I couldn't risk damaging their ship at this point.
Besides, that space station might become displeased if we started firing weapons close to it and that was most definitely a giant threat.
They may be stupid about things however, let's make sure they're not.
Tapping through my controls, I activated the tractor beam on their ship and brought our shields up to full. There, that should keep them from doing anything stupid.