"Bridge to engineering."
I flicked my eyes to accept in my visor, "Zephyr here. All ready down here, Captain."
"Good job, Janeway out."
"Alright people, the bridge crew is going to try to break our ship again," I said loudly, "Let's make sure they don't succeed."
Everyone let out a whoop and then got back to their tasks, focused on their consoles and instruments.
I watched in my visor as the sensor readings slowly cleared up. We were leaving the nebula.
Contact! A Kazon ship... two light hours away.
That's close.
But not close enough, suckers.
The sound changed slightly as Voyager jumped to maximum warp. The hum of the engines got louder and a bit more frantic as the power levels spiked hard, but they kept humming along as The Convict pinned the proverbial gas pedal to the floor.
Voyager was fast.
Very, very fast, one of the fastest ships in the fleet even. If we could hold this speed, we'd be back home in a couple of decades.
Problem was that keeping it for even twelve hours would cause us to need a complete refit at a shipyard.
Right now, we just needed to get out of the Kazon's general area.
The result would be a lot of maintenance and my bodyweight in spare parts, but with some luck, nothing should blow from it.
"Stress is above acceptable limits," A voice said in my ear.
"Yes it is, but sometimes it's necessary," I said, "Watch the logs, alert if something is about to break."
"Understood."
My best attempt at making a managing controller so far. Still didn't bother making a humanoid form or something that dumb and I did give it the same voice as the ship's computer, but it had a lot more personality than was strictly necessary. I'm just not good enough to make it work from scratch."
Turns out, making an actually useful real world AI was difficult.
Who knew?
So I had cheated, like Zimmerman. But I was fairly sure I would have killed it if I gave it my personality, so instead I taught it the basics and then had it 'learn on the job' so to speak.
I even named it. Voyager.
Because if I didn't name it, one of the monkeys would. At least this way I could pick something not dumb.
It was not useful yet. But if it remained stable and passed all the tests, I would allow it to try directing one of the drones in a month or so. So far, it was watching the logs and absorbing data of my interactions with the crew. But so far it looked stable.
"Bridge to Engineering."
"Zephyr here, Captain."
"How are we looking?"
I glanced at the readings. A secondary display from Voyager showed a simple thumbs up emoji.
"We're good for now," I told her, "But the longer we keep it, the worse it will get and it will be exponential. I can't recommend more than thirty minutes or we'll start burning through spare parts."
"Twenty minutes more and then we can drop back to cruising speed," Janeway said, "That should bring us far enough for them to be unable to catch us with any incoming vessels."
"We can do twenty minutes," I agreed, "Zephyr out."
It didn't just strain the engines. The energy conduits, the dilithium crystals, even the matter/antimatter flow regulators.
It was even a high drain on our antimatter supply.
...Hell, thinking about it, even if we had an indestructible ship that could keep this speed, we'd run out of antimatter in a month at this speed instead of lasting years. Antimatter has awesome energy amounts for its size and Voyager has big tanks.
There were ways for us to get more antimatter, even without refueling.
But it was all a slow and slightly risky process involving low orbits around stars for months at a time to catch free antimatter with massive magnetic fields. The efficiency would be horrible, but it worked, it was a true and tested method of doing it.
Hell, that's similar to how many Federation antimatter refineries worked, but they also used enormous solar collectors for energy to matter conversion in addition to boost the yield.
I didn't even want to think about building anything like that on Voyager. Tested method or not, it involved building a lot of stuff and then hanging around in close orbit to a star for months.
But if they keep using photon torpedoes like candy, I might have to!
Growling softly to myself, I flexed my claws and turned to look at the closest monitor.
Warp core internal temperature and pressure within limits, but was pressing against the redline.
"Warning," Voyager said in my ear, "Port plasma conduit A-1782-Zeta is experiencing a containment anomaly."
A second later, an alarm from a console beeped and Carey looked at it, "Jacksson, Tibi, Plasma conduit A-1782-Zeta almost breached, backup took over. Get up there, get it repaired."
A pair of crewmen ran from engineering.
"Well done, Voyager," I said quietly, "keep watching. Look at how they repair it."
Another thumbs up appeared in the window in my visor.
I glanced at the timer. Twelve more minutes.