Facing the view screen once again, she inspected their captain and his behavior. Details struck out to her now, the phaser strapped to his hip, the smirk on his lips. The mischievous look in his eye. Was it a shapeshifter? Or perhaps an evil version of their crew from some messed up parallel universe? No doubt the Dominion would recruit from there to quicken their conquering of her universe. As she observed the other crew members, she noticed they all had phasers, all with the same look in their eyes. Except for her mirror self. The same blank stare as hers, fixated directly on her as if they were connected in some off the wall way.
Mesmerized by the experience, she tilted her head in awe of the spectacle, hiding the anger boiling inside of her. How dare anyone copy herself and her fellow crew mates. The intentions of these imitations were most likely evil. They acted so suspicious, their captain even flinching at the words of her own.
We will be you...
The words sent a chill down her spine, widening her eyes as her mind predicted the future. They were going to replace them. Destroy her crew and deceive Starfleet, which was already under so much pressure and numbers so few compared to what it used to be. The Dominion was massacring them, having no mercy in how quick their ascent into power is.
Her captain spoke the one word she'd been silently begging to hear. The one word he made sure to ingrain into her mind for times like these. To retreat without question, to do everything in their power to escape immediately. Only to be used in upmost emergencies.
Slowly, so as not to bring attention to herself, she entered the single command and then calmly brought her hand back to her lap. Gulping, she took a deep breath, watching for any reactions of the other crew. If they were exact copies, they might know the word and understand its hidden meaning. But if they were shapeshifters, they would be stalled for the time being.
She could feel the ship turning, the hum of the engine being brought to life as it vibrated through her feet and echoed throughout her body. Not many could feel the subtle differences in the ship unless they focused intensely on it. Which is exactly what she did. There was nothing more she could do than to be soothed by the infinitesimal features that made up the only home she had left.
Suddenly, the blast was heard as weapons made impact with the ship's shields. The sound resonated in the silence, ringing in her ears. Shockwave from the explosion slightly pushed the ship farther away from the other. The Odin finished turning at this point, preparing to warp into high speed and get out of here for good.