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[poetictrekkie]

Drabble: Facing the Wrath of a Coffee-Deprived Janeway

Being Neelix’s assistant in the mess hall wasn’t the easiest of jobs. Right now, you’d rather be facing the wrath of an entire armada of Borg than standing face-to-face with the Captain in the morning.

“I’m sorry, ma’am- Captain! The replicators are offline, and I wish I could help but I’m no engineer.” you stuttered, getting the full impact of Janeway’s legendary death stare. Her bright blue eyes were bleary, but still managed to freeze you where you stood.

“Coffee, black. Whatever means it takes.” she said in an icy tone, and you quivered in your freshly polished, Starfleet-issued boots. “Now.”

“Yes, Captain.” you mumbled, turning around to contact B’Elanna. It was 0500 hours, she probably was sleeping; but an angry Klingon is easier to reason with than a coffee deprived captain.