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driftfleet2016-09-01 11:06 am
dancingmd) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-01 11:06 am
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Who: Beverly Crusher and you
Broadcast: Network - Video
Action: Blue Fish
When: September 1
[There's a strangely familiar cold that has settled in her bones, a dreadful chill that disorients her in the first few moments that she's awake. Her first thought is that something went wrong - very wrong - as they passed through the temporal distortion, but then... as she sits up and takes in her surroundings, the memories all come back in a flood. Atroma has brought Beverly back, a little older, a little blonder, and with a new Starfleet uniform.
Or maybe I never left, she thinks. This is not the Marsiva, these are her quarters aboard the Blue Fish, and none of her things look as if they've been moved. Though admittedly, her memories of Drift Fleet seem distant. By her reckoning, it's been three years since she's seen this room.
Not that "time" really means much, considering what's happened in the past few days.
The communicator rests where she left it on the bedside table. When she picks it up, she finds it's full of unread messages, crewmates and friends wondering where she is, each message sounding more alarmed than the last. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she checks today's date: September first.]
Damn!
[Immediately, she sends a message to the network, via video:]
This is Dr. Crusher of the... SS Blue Fish. It seems our gracious captors sent me home for a while. I'm back now, and I'm safe, and I'm sorry to everyone who was trying to contact me this month. I'll be on the Blue Fish if you need me.
[There's a pause, as if she's about to say something else, but then she simply gives them a small smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes.]
Thank you.
[The feed cuts off and after a moment, she decides to head for the kitchen. Not that she's particularly hungry but - there's a good chance that's where she'll find at least a few of her crewmates.]
Broadcast: Network - Video
Action: Blue Fish
When: September 1
[There's a strangely familiar cold that has settled in her bones, a dreadful chill that disorients her in the first few moments that she's awake. Her first thought is that something went wrong - very wrong - as they passed through the temporal distortion, but then... as she sits up and takes in her surroundings, the memories all come back in a flood. Atroma has brought Beverly back, a little older, a little blonder, and with a new Starfleet uniform.
Or maybe I never left, she thinks. This is not the Marsiva, these are her quarters aboard the Blue Fish, and none of her things look as if they've been moved. Though admittedly, her memories of Drift Fleet seem distant. By her reckoning, it's been three years since she's seen this room.
Not that "time" really means much, considering what's happened in the past few days.
The communicator rests where she left it on the bedside table. When she picks it up, she finds it's full of unread messages, crewmates and friends wondering where she is, each message sounding more alarmed than the last. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she checks today's date: September first.]
Damn!
[Immediately, she sends a message to the network, via video:]
This is Dr. Crusher of the... SS Blue Fish. It seems our gracious captors sent me home for a while. I'm back now, and I'm safe, and I'm sorry to everyone who was trying to contact me this month. I'll be on the Blue Fish if you need me.
[There's a pause, as if she's about to say something else, but then she simply gives them a small smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes.]
Thank you.
[The feed cuts off and after a moment, she decides to head for the kitchen. Not that she's particularly hungry but - there's a good chance that's where she'll find at least a few of her crewmates.]
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And yet I argued against taking it. Funny how things work sometimes.
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Honestly, it skeeved me out a little bit at first, too... but it's proven to be so useful. In unexpected ways, even.
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That's the point I stopped caring so much. ... just another example of the unexpected turns out lives here can take, huh.
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That's for sure.
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... I'm glad you're back. It just wasn't the same without you. Do... do you remember anything that happened during this past month?
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Here, or at home?
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For three years.
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[She frowns, trying to remember, but it feels like so long since she saw Jennifer last...]
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I'll try to make it as... succinct as I can. The Borg are a cybernetic collective of beings that function similarly to a bee or ant hive - with a queen at the center. They reproduce by forcibly assimilating people into the collective. We first encountered them about ten years ago and they've been trying to destroy the Federation ever since.
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A few days ago, they were attacking the Sol system. The Enterprise... we destroyed the main ship, but another one launched out of the wreckage, headed straight towards Earth. We were in pursuit when they created a temporal vortex, which we were caught in the wake of. The moment they went through - everything changed: according to our scanners, Earth had become assimilated. So we had no choice but to follow them through, hoping to fix history.
We went back over 300 years.
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So, another typical week, right? [She then turned serious.] That sounds like a tall order, though. Were you able to make things right, or did you leave again before you could see if you did?
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Because of course they did. So that knowledge can hang over your head for however long you have left here. And messing with the future is always an inexact science at best.
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[Her mouth forms a grim line.]
But not much I can do about it.
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