Disclaimer: If you see anything that rings a bell, it's not mine. I do not own Star Trek Voyager, or Warriors. Gene Roddenberry and Erin Hunter do. It would be awesome if I did though…

*Edit: 3/21/16: I'm rewriting this first chapter and possibly the first few because honestly? They suck. Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think!

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A jolt of energy sent the starship into a fit of violent shudders. Captain Kathryn Janeway reflexively shot her hand to the right console to balance herself. Sighing inwardly, her face twisted into a grimace. Things like this seemed to be a frequent occurrence in the Delta Quadrant, much to her displeasure.
"Report," She barked sharply, eyes scanning the lights flashing agitatedly on the console beneath her hand. Beside her, Chakotay snorted humorlessly.
"The nebula we entered seems to want us out." He quipped sarcastically. She rolled her eyes in exasperation and shot a glare at her first officer. He returned her gaze with a spark of amusement in eyes. The expression quickly dissipated as another impact sent the bridge crew lurching to the side.
"Red alert. Tom, full reverse!" She ordered harshly. The ensign frantically tapped at the glass console shaking his head and turning in his chair.
"I can't, I don't have any helm control ma'am." Janeway's brow drew in concern and her teeth collided painfully as another jolt jarred the ship. This one felt different, though. The vibrations were deeper and resonated in the plating of the bridge, almost as if it had come from somewhere inside the… Her hand slammed against the comm. badge on her chest hard enough to send a thrill of pain running across her rib.
"B'Ellana, how's engineering?" No response. "B'Ellana?" She repeated, worry seeping into her words. The only sound from the insignia clipped to her uniform was a few seconds of static, then nothing. Pushing away the concern for her Chief Engineer, she turned to look to the upper deck of the bridge. "Tuvok, send a security team to engineering. Bring a medical kit is you can get ahold of one on your way down." The Vulcan nodded silently and set off at a clipped pace to the turbolift, slipping inside with a soft fwoosh of the electronic doors.
"Doctor to Captain Janeway," The Doctor's last few words were drowned out by another loud sound of collision. A swell of voices rose around her as officers swarmed in alarm.
"Janeway here." She replied, her voice raised to be heard. She saw Chakotay speaking softly to Ensign Kim beside her, sending the man on some mission or another.
"I'm getting reports of medical emergencies from all over the ship and I'm running out of bio-beds. What's going on up there?" The EMH's voice sounded sufficiently worried and annoyed, for a hologram. Janeway sighed and shook her head, forgetting for a moment that the Doctor couldn't see her.
"Believe me, I'd love to figure that up myself Doctor, Janeway out." She tapped her comm. badge again and sank back into her chair. She hadn't relaxed her muscles for more than half a second when liquid fire shot through her head. She inhaled sharply and black dots crowded the edges of her vision.
"Captain?" Tom Paris's worried tone cut through the haze and brought her back to the present. She held up a hand and waved slightly in a dismissive gesture.
"I'm fine Tom, don't worry about me. If I were you, I'd be more focused on getting us out of this damn nebula." The Ensign's face was still drawn in concern, but he nodded and turned back to his console.
"Can we get this thing on screen?" Chakotay questioned. Tom's fingers flew across the panel beneath them, hitting the controls to enact the commander's order. Nothing happened for a few moments and Tom sighed, giving the station a sharp thwack on its metal side. Static flickered on the blank view screen for a few moments before a colorful expanse lit up the bridge in a multicolored array of light. A swirling mass of grey, white, blue, green, and yellow filled the view screen. Flashes of light pricked the chaotic space.
"Kathryne?" An unfamiliar voice echoed softly in Janeway's ears. Her head whipped up and she scanned the bridge in fervent haste. Chakotay leaned forward and fixed her with a concerned stare.
"Are you okay?" She held up a hand in a motion to quiet her first officer.
"Katherine," The voice repeated. "There is no need for alarm. You must trust me; your crew will not be harmed." Janeway narrowed her eyes at the words, suspicion filtering into her thoughts.
"If there's even the possibility of them getting hurt, don't tell me not to worry." She retorted harshly. Ensign Kim, returned to his post in front of her, turned, a questioning expressing on his features.
"Captain? Who are you talking to?" Janeway looked to him, eyes wide.
"You don't hear that?" Chakotay leaned over, setting his hand gently on her arm. She glared up at him in warning.
"Hear what?" She sighed in frustration and pulled her arm back.
"There's-" The strange voice cut off her words; only this time, it wasn't alone.
"Spottedleaf, the other one isn't being cooperative." It growled crossly.
"Calm down Bluestar. They'll understand." The two seemed at ease with each other, as if they were old friends. Janeway's brow furrowed in confusion. Other one? Who were they-
"Seven of Nine to Captain Janeway." Seven's voice from the intercom beside her startled her from the instrument panel beside her.
"Janeway here." She responded absently, shaking the strange conversation from her thoughts to focus on her more important duty as captain.
"Captain," Seven's voice sounded puzzled, and slightly annoyed. "There was a voice trying to convince me we would not be harmed. It seemed to be contacting me through my occipital implant." Janeway closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief.
"Told you I'm not crazy." She muttered to Chakotay. "Me too Seven." She responded. "I'm going to try to see what they want. Report back if the contact you again." Seven made a noise of affirmation and closed herself off the intercom. Chakotay looked at her in surprise.
"Are you sure?" He asked softly. She ignored him, instead closing her eyes and focusing inward. Slowly, it seemed as if the world began to fade around her. Sounds faded away to background noise and the light outside her closed lids seemed to dim. Janeway sent a silent thanks to her occasional practice of meditation. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath.
"Spottedleaf? Bluestar?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yes Katherine?" The one she presumed was Spottedleaf said a hint of humor present in her soft voice. She felt a small sense of satisfaction of pushed forward.
"What do you want with us?" She could hear quiet bickering going on before she got a response.
"Captain Janeway, you are needed to fulfill a prophecy." Janeway snorted quietly.
"A prophecy. That's not cryptic at all." The ship was jolted to the side and the lights flickered out. The darkness behind her closed eyes deepened for a few moments, then a soft red glow replaced it as the emergency lighting came on.
"Hull breeches on decks 12 and 14." Chakotay's words sounded as if they were far away and a thrill of unease flitted through her. She pushed away the feeling and focused on his words. The sounds around her focused until they were un-muffled once again.
"Force fields." She choked out, grasping onto her train of thought once again. Chakotay nodded and tapped his control panel hurriedly. Janeway let out an angered sigh and closed her eyes, concentrating herself into the distant existence of her thoughts.
"I thought you said no one would be hurt." Her thoughts seemed to be clouded anger and she forced herself to clear them.
"Do not worry," Spottedleaf responded gently, her voice betraying concern for Voyager and its captain. "She will be healed." Another surge of thought-obscuring anger surged through the black void-like state she was in. "Please, do not be alarmed. The Clans will be eternally grateful." The anger faded, the red fog fading to be replaced with a sense of confusion.
"Clans? What-" Her steady concentration was broken as another energy beam collided with Voyager's hull. This impact was stronger than any others that had come before and a flood of panic filled her. She couldn't pull herself up from the darkness and she felt herself slipping further and further into unconsciousness. The last thing she was aware of was the blaring Klaxon alarm from her ship and distant shouts before all awareness flitted away.

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Okay, so here's a rewrite of my first chapter. *Fhew!* That took forever! I'm pretty confident that this one is better. Please leave a review to let me know how you liked it! Hopefully people will be more confident in reading the rest of this story now…hahaha…okay. I'll probably rewrite the next few chapters? Let me know if I should, later!