(Idk, it seemed to knock people out just fine in Star Trek. It's a dream anyway, logic be damned. Gearstride is probably having fun perverting the dream anyway.)
"... I guess so," the captain said, unsure of himself all of a sudden. Behind he could still hear the battle between Gear's stallions and his own redshirts raging. Then an idea hit him. "Or I could just take control of your ship and fly us over to Federation space." He grinned and grabbed the mare by the neck. "And a hostage would do nicely."