Captains log, supplemental.
Talking with the crew from Voyager has been nothing short of finding out how to traverse a minefield. We still have no idea if this is our Voyager, if we’re in a different timeline, or if we’ve been truly brought back in time to them. Hollis and Ms. Collage are working around the clock to figure it out.
Meanwhile, I’ve had to enlist the help of multiple of Voyagers crew whilst mine recover. Lieutenant Sarveea and Commander Tuvok are working on trying to re-configure our sensory array, Lieutenant Torres and Commander Mikhailov are figuring out how to re-align our weapons, and I’m with Captain Janeway on figuring out how the hell we came here.
Doctor Sullivan has been working around the clock, but it’s become difficult with half of her sickbay suddenly reverting back to the 2230’s. I have M’Hark and Seven of Nine working on that. We are still yet able to determine the cause of all of this, but rest assured, we’re trying our damndest.
I’m nervous for what the future holds. I’m nervous for my crew from the Morro Bay, I’m anxious about what we will face out here. There’s so much riding on not only my shoulders but so many others on this ship. I’m of the personal theory this is not our Voyager. Actually, it seems to be the crews most popular theory amongst themselves; our biggest indicator being that Ensign Wildman is dead, and there is no record of her child ever being born, but we can’t rule anything out.
If this is an alternate reality we’re in, I have questions and major concerns. The biggest being getting back to where we need to be; and how we can do it without destroying this reality.
If this is our Voyager, and our arrival killed someone, or stopped an event from happening. . . .we need to fix it. Now.
Every single thing said, every action taken, we have to be careful about. I hate that. I hate that I can’t tell the crew to meet their heroes, ask questions, use this as a learning experience. I’m the Captain, and that will always come first. But goodness, what I wouldn’t give to look Janeway in the eyes and tell her how much she’s helped me.
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…I will not lie and say a part of me isn’t excited, though. Captain Janeway is an inspiration to plenty of young Captains like myself, and I am no different. To meet her–even if in an alternate universe–is a lifelong dream come true. It’s a miracle the ships in tact, and a part of me wants to give whatever I can to ensure Voyager gets home. But there’s a prime directive to follow; even if Janeway herself doesn’t.
These next few days are about to get very interesting. Very interesting indeed.
Oh boy! All kinds of intrigue and interest going on here! Love the characters not really sure if this is their reality or where they are yet - which is a nice helpful teasing out to see what happens when the realize the universe they are in is not their own - and what will they do with that information? Dun dun duun!