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harrykim's Journal  Are we back? Hello, is this thing on? ::Stop that, Megan! How do you expect me to--:: ::Sorry, Jenny, *of course* I can tell you apart! I was just trying to see if you were paying attention to me, that's all.:: Ahem. Darn, I think I lost the feed again. So in the end, we did beam the vinculum back into space, so the aliens can pick it up and set up their trap against the Borg once more ( paristorres says she only managed to dampen the vinculum, not permanently disable it.) kathrynjaneway didn't seem to have any problems with that--causing mass destruction of the Collective, I mean. She just wanted to save seven_of_nine first. But there's still some grumbling going on, among some of the lower-ranked crew who feel either the Captain has gotten 'soft' where the Borg are concerned, or else is putting a higher value on a certain person's life and well-being than on the rest of us on board Voyager.Which is crap, to put it mildly. Anyone who can honestly think the Captain is 'soft', well, they don't know her very well, that's all. She did give the vinculum back (and when she first discovered the virus had been designed as a weapon, I swear she had this 'why didn't I think of this?!' look on her face, in an envious kind of way). And as for saving Seven, hey, I know better than most (well, me and _tom_paris_, thinking about that time we were in the Akritarian prison) that the Captain will go above and beyond the call of duty to save *anyone* on her crew. She doesn't play favorites. As for exposing the ship to attack while the emh and Tuvok were trying frantically to save Seven, well, she'd have done the same for anybody! Really.But I can't help thinking, with all the current bad feelings, it might not be such a great idea for the Captain to have a party for Seven in the Mess Hall (see ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=92.2){kind=small} trekjournals)this evening...
The major topic on the ship these days is the Borg vinculum we picked up from the debris field, and seven_of_nine's problems because of it. I'd have offered to give a hand in Engineering, of course, but no one asked and I'm tired of those knowing looks I get from *certain people* every time I volunteer for stuff like this, as if I'm just using the work as an excuse to get close to uh, someone. I had dinner with paristorres last night, which was nice, especially as she has finally quit bringing up what happened on shore leave, as well as making references to my one-time attraction to Seven. _tom_paris_ for ignoring her lately (and I sure as heck didn't mention I was going to be playing Captain Proton with Tom a little later on in the evening), but also because I uh, double-scheduled myself. I'd forgotten I had made plans earlier with Jenny Delaney (Megan was busy, natch) to have dinner--until she commed me to say she was taking an extra shift in Astrometrics due to Seven's illness and would I mind postponing our date till tomorrow night instead. (And yeah, I was relieved, because it would have entailed eating dinner *twice*--and with pleeka rind casserole on the menu that is not a pleasant thought--unless I wanted to go ahead and cancel on poor B'Elanna who was already feeling neglected). Hmm, I just realized it would have been *triple*-scheduled, as I had the holodeck time set up for afterwards. But Tom never minds if I'm late--he's been late plenty of times himself--and he's more understanding about canceling on a friend over matters of the heart. Not that I am seriously interested in Jenny, mind you. (Megan on the other hand...) Anyway. Sometimes I wish Voyager was a bigger ship, or we could all at least get a break from each other once in a while, without having to deal with all the hundreds of complex interactions that come from living and working in such close quarters, and where everyone knows (or thinks they do) everyone else's business. I hate shift changes. No sooner do I get used to sleeping at a certain time of day/night, than chakotay goes ahead and switches my schedule around. I mean, I'm glad I'm not working the 'graveyard' shift anymore (does this mean I'm finally out of the doghouse re: what happened on our recent shore leave?) but I just can't get used to waking up this early. OK, the fact that _tom_paris_ and I spent several hours playing Captain Proton in the holodeck last night *may* have something to do with how tired I feel at the moment. But in all fairness, we wanted to finish the chapter and we kept on getting interrupted. (Honestly, what was _neelix_ thinking, barging in on us and asking if we'd seen anyone rifling through the Mess Hall lockers a few minutes earlier? He's getting paranoid, if you ask me.)Anyway, I'm sitting here at my station now, trying to wake up before the rest of Alpha shift comes on the bridge, going through the overnight sensor logs. Doesn't look like there was too much exciting stuff happening. I mean, the only thing of note was that we detected an asteroid cluster nearby. Yeah, it's a good size, about 120 kilometers wide, but-- Wait a sec. There's a residual warp signature. Going to level 3 scanners now...yep, no doubt about it. Artificial alloys, organic compounds--looks more like a debris field of some kind. But what kind of ship would leave that much, spread over such a wide area? I've got a hunch; scanning for tetrion particles...Oh boy. kathrynjaneway is going to want to hear about this as soon as possible.
I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. I will not disobey the captain's directives, or allow my personal disappointments to interfere with the proper execution of my duties as an officer. Current mood: penitent. OK, I'm alive and well. A little embarrassed maybe (*a lot* embarrassed, to tell the truth), but I'm all right. Not that I was ever in any danger to begin with. This whole thing started when talceles got worried when my LJ transmission blanked out in mid-sentence, and then I didn't respond to her repeated hails. I appreciate her concern (and everyone else's which followed) but there's a simple explanation: I'd gone to investigate a rustling noise in the woods. It turned out to be a small rodent, similar in appearance to a Terran rabbit. It didn't show any fear of me, just came closer, sniffed around my campsite, and then scampered off again. It was only afterwards that I realized in getting up I'd And that's where it gets embarrassing. I, uh, lost my sense of direction. I thought I was going toward the clearing, but instead it appears I was going in the totally opposite direction, further into the woods. I thought I was heading east, using the sun as my guide, but I forgot the initial reports on the planet's rotation, meaning the sun rises in the west and sets in the east (as oppposed to the Terran norm). I tried contacting the ship, but all my comm badge picked up was static. So I had no choice but to hunker down for the night and hope I had better luck the next day. Which unfortunately wasn't the case... Anyway. To make a long (and embarrassing) story short, I've been wandering around for the past few days, until chakotay found me (walked right into my campsite this morning with a bunch of Kelaran rangers in tow). I was never in any danger. I had plenty of food (I'd packed enough for two as I thought I was going to have a partner on this little jaunt, but never mind), water etc. I repeat, I was never in any danger. emh has just let me out of sickbay, after confirming that I'm in perfect health, not even suffering from exposure. Nah, the only thing that's injured is my pride.Chakotay didn't say much on the planet, just that he was glad to see me and kathrynjaneway will be talking to me shortly. He didn't elaborate but I can guess what it's about. Even though I beamed up two hours ago, I still haven't seen her. So that's the _tom_paris_ about how I spent my shore leave. Or anyone else for that matter. Maybe it would be better to get it over with now, though, instead of having to hear about it in the Mess Hall or the Bridge tomorrow morning...but, no. I wonder how everyone else's shore leave went, but that can wait too.
After a rather unpleasant last-minute surprise, I'm heading off into the eastern basin of the Kelaran nature reserve on my own. I've decided to hike the 10 km to the plateau instead of having the transporter deposit me right there. It's late afternoon here, not yet dusk although the shadows are growing longer. It's so still and peaceful, no sounds whatsoever beyond an occasional bird call as they settle themselves down for the night. The trail is clearly marked, and not too difficult. I should make camp with no trouble before twilight really sets in. *pause to shift backpack more comfortably and adjust right shoulder strap* I don't understand why seven_of_nine abruptly decided to change her mind about coming with me, and at this point I really don't care. I'm determined to enjoy my shore leave and I'll be damned if I let chakotay. talceles and a bunch of the 'younger' crowd are heading to the tropics. Lying around on a beach just doesn't appeal to me neelix asked if I'd like to join the hunt and forage party, but I declined. I'd much rather be by myself. Coming to an incline now and I'll need both hands for climbing, so I'll sign off now. seven_of_nine has agreed to do some star-gazing with me. We'll be in the eastern basin of the largest Kelaran nature reserve, in the Northern Hemisphere of the planet. It's completely the opposite direction (and a good 1500 km) from the mountain range where chakotay will be leading a hiking party, including kathrynjaneway and paristorres (where on Voyager is _tom_paris_?! Are those two fighting *again*?). There's a broad plateau stretching out for several square km which is supposed to be the best place for looking at the stars. I've downloaded onto a padd some basic information about the Kelaran constellations (and the myths that have developed around them), even though I'm sure Seven will probably bring a ton of information about spectrometric analyses and that sort of thing.Making my list and checking it twice for everything we'll need: thermal jackets (nights can be chilly), sleeping bags (the best way to observe stars at night is flat on your back), portable telescope, ration bars, heating unit (for boiling water), some basic toiletries, towels, medkit, emergency beacon, spare power units, tricorder, padds, phaser. And marshmallows and chocolate for making s'mores *g*. This is going to be great. I can't wait. Current mood:  cheerful.
Even after a few days to let everything sink in, it's all still so...weird. kathrynjaneway once told me that in Starfleet, 'weird is our business.' But I don't think she meant anything like we just went through. What *I* went through.The slipstream. I can see now, how eager I was that it should work--eager to the point where it blinded me to all other considerations. I was so confident, so sure I could make the slipstream work, could get the phase corrections back to Voyager in time. Well, clearly I was mistaken. And my mistake could have cost the lives of everyone on board. Stop mincing words, Harry. My mistake *did* end up being fatal. But I was lucky--*we* were lucky. I couldn't believe it when the Captain told me about the Starfleet signature embedded in the message seven_of_nine received with the phase corrections, and the temporal displacement. "You came through for us again, Harry," the Captain said. Somehow, my future self managed to set things right...I just wonder why he, or rather I, didn't just send the right numbers so the slipstream would work instead of simply shutting it down. Maybe he couldn't, or maybe there was some other reason why we had to stay in the DQ a little longer. But I suppose I'll never know.He sent me a message--I mean, *I* did. I know I have to stop dwelling on this. chakotay said it, <lj user="emh" said it, that was one of the first things the Captain told me. I know I'm not doing anybody any good sitting here kicking myself for having screwed up and at the same time shuddering at the narrowness of our escape. But it's hard. I don't know how the Captain manages to deal with things like this and move on, on such a regular basis.
I was able to restore power to the Borg transceiver using emh's mobile emitter.Fifteen seconds till the warp core breaches. Chakotay, I'm giving this one last try. Sending final set of 'corrections' now. *Warp core breach in ten seconds...nine..eight...* Almost there... *five...four* Yes! Got it! *three..two..one...* |
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