The Captain’s Table, Book Four: Fire Ship

Lost and alone, Janeway must take command of a new ship!

CT #04 Cover

  • Stardate Unknown
  • Released July 1998

There’s a bar called The Captain’s Table, where those who have commanded mighty vessels of every shape and era can meet, relax, and share a friendly drink or two with others of their calling. Sometimes a brawl may break out but it’s all in the family, more or less. Just remember, the first round of drinks is always paid for with a story . . .even in the Delta Quadrant!

A sudden attack separates Captain Kathryn Janeway from her ship and crew. Soon she is rescued—but not by Voyager. Alone aboard an alien vessel, Janeway finds herself in the middle of a war she cannot yet understand. She must quickly learn the ways of this new culture and work her way back to captain if she is to protect her new allies from the war that only she knows is coming. Without her ship, all her quick wits and Starfleet experience may not be quite enough to save the Delta Quadrant from war.

Written by Diane Carey


Guest Cast:


Captain Janeway . . . in her own words!

“When I went into the escape pod, part of my hair had been burned off above the shoulders. When I came out, it was an inch below the shoulder. How much time was that?

I wanted to walk. I tried, but had no idea where ‘down’ was. My foil poncho crinkled as several strong hands lifted me. My scorched hand moved in a pathetic wave of thanks.

I saw figures over me, humanoid if not human.

‘Do you understand me?’ one of them asked.

‘Yes, I do.’ My voice was raspy, smoke-rawed and out of practice.

‘I’m Ruvan, chief medic. This is Zell, our second in command.’ He turned to Zell and said, ‘She has burns over thirty percent of her body, but only four percent are deep damage. I have them treated and compressed. Her legs are the worst. She can walk, but slowly and with help. Another week in that pod and her muscles would have atrophied.’

‘At least we found her in time,’ Zell said. ‘She’s alive. We’re all alive for now. It’s good enough.’

The first officer turned to me and took a step closer. ‘Welcome aboard the Zingara. I don’t recognize your species. Who are you and where do you come from?’ “

Monday, September 7th, 2009 Books, Logs, Voyager

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