BSOD
Surak's Razor arrived in-system at our destination; at which time all computer systems began to fail. I activated the impulse engines to give us a vector of momentum in the proper direction before they died. Lieutenant Heavens was unable to send or receive any signals before the communications systems went inoperative. Doctor
Mib Khan is working to establish some manual life support, to maintain our air supply, and Counsellor
Lothar has established that we have no weapons or shields functioning.
"
Janeway. Tell me she's dead," whispered the virus. Lothar, having no scruples in regards to lying (or, at the very least, imparting information which has yet to be verified) to a computer system (or, indeed, to anyone or anything else; plants and minerals included), complied. A sighing noise was emitted from the remaining speakers before the last of the computer systems ceased functioning and all of the screens went blue.
"Now what?" Khan asked. "We're drifting dead in space."
"Before the main screen went down, I was able to verify that there is a Federation fleet assembled in this system," Heavens responded. "They haven't left yet."
"As soon as we are detected, they will take action," I informed the others.
Through the viewing ports, we saw flashes of light as a Galaxy-class starship flew directly towards us, firing warning shots across our port bow. "Good call, pointy," Lothar sneered.
"We require a method of identifying ourselves to our attacker," I surmised.
"Maybe they're attacking because they have recognized us," Khan replied.