Borg On Bridge

Janeway, looking through Irish eyes
Stood on her bridge, aura of anger
Four Borg drones had her bridge
Chakotay dead, Paris unconscious

Janeway, thinking strategy
Hand on her plasma rifle
Motionless.  Borgs ready to assimilate
Back flip, blast, blast, two drones dead

Ensign Kim looks on
Recovers his nerve
Jumps on drone's back
Pulling cables, cords, implants

Two against one
Not this time, Janeway muses
No technology, sheer brute force
Rifle butt crushes against titanium skull

Collapsing, smoking, laser fading
Last Borg gone.  Voyager returned
Janeway takes her chair
Chakotay's spirit right at her side