I am continuing with the saga of Lieutenant Tom Paris’ personal experiences with the Voyager crew. The following focuses upon Voyager’s third year in the Delta Quadrant.
THE HELMSMAN’S LOGS – 2373
SUMMARY: The third in a collection of Tom Paris’ personal logs during Voyager’s seven years in the Delta Quadrant. Part 3 focuses upon the ship’s third year, 2373.
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AUTHOR’S NOTES: This covers episodes from the last Season 2 episode, “Basics, Part 1” to the first Season 4 episode, “Scorpion, Part 2”.
Voyager just had its first battle with the Kazon-Nistrim since entering the Gema system. It wasn’t much, considering that we only encountered a Kazon shuttle that managed to disable our secondary command processors. End personal log.
We just sustained another attack by a small Kazon ship. And for the second time, the attack disabled our secondary command processors, before we could finish repairing it. We’ve endured two attacks and already, Harry is nervous. I don’t blame him. I have a feeling that there is a reason behind these attacks on the secondary command sub-processors. And if so, Seska is still alive. Only she could think of a reason to target that particular area. End personal log.
Don’t have much time to complete a log entry. Voyager has just sustained a fourth attack by the Kazon. All of the previous attacks have been by sects other than the Nistrim. And they have also targeted the secondary command processors. Now, even the Captain is becoming paranoid. Voyager is no longer in communication range with the Talaxians at Prema II. I don’t know. I only hope that the Doc’s plan to use the echo displacement works. One last note – I heard from Ayala that Chakotay had a fight with Tiena, before ordering him to secured quarters on Deck 8. Right next door to Lon Suder. They ought to keep each other company. End personal log.
I’m making this log entry from the shuttlecraft, Cochrane. While engaged in a major battle with the Kazon-Nistrim, yesterday, there was an explosion on Deck 8. From Tiena’s quarters, not surprisingly. Anyway, I asked the Captain to give me permission to take a shuttle and contact the Talaxians for help. I barely managed to escape. Kazon weapons managed to damage the shuttle. Fortunately, I repaired all of the damages. Now all I have to do is (a klaxon signal) . . . Huh? What the hell? What the hell is wrong now? End personal log.
I’ve regained control of Voyager . . . with help from Commander Paxim and the Talaxians, the Doctor and get this, Lon Suder. God, what an unlikely bunch we made. Well, except for the Talaxians. Thank goodness Suder managed to avoid capture when the Kazon and Seska took control of the ship, or my plan would have never worked.
As for Suder, the poor bastard is dead. Along with Seska and most of the Kazon. Cullah, his baby and a handful of his men had fled using one of the escape pods. Although the ship’s computer is back online, the Doctor’s program isn’t and we have some work to do. Hopefully, the crew is still alive on Hanon IV. I may be a good holoprogrammer, but I don’t know if I can repair the holoemitter systems in Sick Bay. End personal log.
I am one tired man, but a happy one. The crew has managed to survive the latest threat from the Kazon-Nistrim. Well, most of us. Poor Lon Suder was killed by the Kazon. Simon Hogan and Seda Abdalla were killed by some giant land eel on Hanon IV. We held services for all three in the Observation Lounge, yesterday. Suder’s body was ejected into space. Seska and the dead Kazon were buried on Hanon IV.
Today, the crew held a party at Sandrine’s. I would have remained longer, but I was simply too tired. Megan Delaney invited me for dinner, tomorrow night. I accepted. Everyone offered their gratitude to both the Doctor and me. Doc seemed to be eating up the attention. Me, I just wanted to return to my quarters for some much needed rest.
Before I could leave, B’Elanna waylaid me and dragged me to a private corner. Away from prying eyes, it seemed. She wanted to thank me for saving the crew from the hell of Hanon IV. Of course, she didn’t have to drag me all the way to a corner to do that. And I almost said so. Until I looked into her eyes. (Pauses) Wait, what I meant was . . . Okay, I might as well confess. I don’t know. When I looked into B’Elanna’s eyes, for a brief moment, I felt this . . . I don’t know . . . feeling? Electricity? I’m not going to go into some rapture about lost souls bonding and nonsense like that. Let’s just say that I had felt . . . goosebumps. And I had to get out of there, fast. Only B’Elanna beat me to the punch. She gave me a quick good-bye and disappeared before I could open my mouth. I had this urge to go after her, but (Pauses) maybe some other time. I need to figure this out. End personal log.
That feeling I had about B’Elanna, a week ago? It was all in my mind. It had to be. I certainly didn’t feel anything special when I had dinner with her and Harry in the Mess Hall, this evening. Everything seemed normal between us. (Pauses and sighs) Okay, maybe I’m lying. I practically had trouble breathing all night long. And my eyes tend to linger on her rear end, while we played pool inside Sandrine’s, after dinner. I think I better stay away from B’Elanna for a while. I wonder if Megan Delaney will be available for dinner, tomorrow? End personal log.
Another attempt to return to the Alpha Quadrant has gone bust. This time, we have a pair of Ferengi con men to thank. They had arrived in the Delta Quadrant, via the Barzan wormhole. In fact, they turned out to be the same Ferengi who had disappeared some seven years ago. Voyager would have used the wormhole to reach the Gamma Quadrant. Unfortunately, we had to prevent the Ferengi from robbing the citizens of Takar. And once we got the Ferengi aboard ship, they managed to escape through the wormhole. And not before destabilizing the damn thing with a graviton probe from their shuttle. Oh well, such is life. Poor Harry is practically crying in his Leola root stew. End personal log.
Can you believe it? Ensign Freddie Barstow tried to ask B’Elanna out for a date. That kid? Not even Harry seems that green. I’m happy to say that B’Elanna turned him down. Smart woman. End personal log.
I’d never thought I would be happy to get away from Harry. He’s been babbling about Tuvok and the Captain’s mind meld all evening long. Our encounter with a Type 17 nebula that contained sirillium, led to a resurgence of old memories that Tuvok had suppressed. The only way to help him seemed to be a Vulcan mind meld with a family member or close friend. Namely, the Captain. According to Harry, the meld revealed that Tuvok had once served aboard the U.S.S. Excelsior, under the legendary Captain Hikaru Sulu.
Ever since Harry learned that little tidbit, he has been in a sweat over Starfleet history. Quite frankly, it was a subject that has never interested me. Harry couldn’t understand, considering my love of history. Sure, I love history – but only Earth’s history, before the creation of the Federation and Starfleet. Unlike many others, I have never found either topic interesting. Especially after having them jammed down my throat for so many years by the Admiral. I think Harry was a bit put off by my attitude. End personal log.
Voyager has arrived at an M-class planet called Akritiri. After establishing the usual diplomatic ties, the Akritirian government gave us permission to enjoy shore leave on the planet’s surface. Harry and I have made plans to visit Akritiri, tomorrow, following Alpha shift. B’Elanna agreed to join us. That is, if Engineering can complete the repairs on the EPS conduits on Deck 10. In other words, it will probably be just Harry and me. End personal log.
Akritiri. Huh! Another quaint little alien world, visited by Voyager, during its journey through the Delta Quadrant. Ah, Akritiri! I shall never forget it – with its sophisticated civilization, terrorist bombings and brutal justice system. I still have fond memories of the Akritirian security that interrogated me for two days, before tossing me into some dreary prison.
(Sighs) I can’t believe that I survived two to three days in that hellhole! Especially with that damn clamp implanted into my skull. It was bad enough that the Akritirians dumped their prisoners in that damn prison ship. Did they have to force us to endure the clamp, as well? What was the point in stimulating our aggressive tendencies? Cheap thrills, perhaps?
It’s funny. When Harry came down that chute, I had no idea that he would end up protecting me. How ironic! A hardened ex-convict being protected by a green ensign, just two years out of Starfleet Academy. If only I hadn’t been stabbed by one of Pitt’s henchmen. I really don’t know what happened after that. Aside from warning Harry to look after himself. I do have hazy memories of us fighting over a pipe, dreaming about Megan Delaney, and Harry warning the other inmates to stay away from me. But other than that . . . nothing.
Thank goodness, the Captain, Tuvok and a few others came to our rescue. Another day in that hellhole and I would have been dead. Kes and the Doctor had informed me that my knife wound had become infected. Poor Harry would have ended up out of his mind, like his friend, Zio. Him and his damn manifesto! He can keep it, as far as I’m concerned.
Harry is still a little out of it, despite my assurances that I don’t blame him for assaulting me. I thought a lie would help. Keep him succumbing to guilt and depression. Believe me, I’ve been down that road before. I also suggested a little feast to celebrate our rescue from prison. Maybe I should invite the Delaney sisters. End personal log.
The feast to celebrate our rescue from the Akritirian prison turned out nice. Harry and I replicated so many dishes that I can’t remember them all.
(Pauses) Okay, so I lied about enjoying myself. The evening could have been better, but Harry continued to brood over what happened in that prison. The Delaneys couldn’t make it and we ended up inviting B’Elanna to join us. That would not have been so bad, except she spent most of the evening trying to snap Harry out of his funk. Even worse, I had a nightmare, later that night. A nightmare filled with images of both New Zealand and the Akritirian prison. Christ! When will I ever get over this? End personal log.
While delivering my navigation report to Engineering, I found Barstow asking B’Elanna out. Again. What is with that kid? Doesn’t he realize that B’Elanna would eat him alive? End personal log.
While traveling through the Fima system, Voyager came across a ship filled with alien colonists. The Enarans. It seems this particular group was returning to their homeworld after spending decades on a colony. Some of the Enarans have never laid eyes on their homeworld.
They remind me of the Baneans in appearance. For one horrible moment, I found myself thinking of Lidell Ren. Fortunately, there wasn’t a murderous adulteress in the bunch. They all seemed pretty nice. And we’ve discovered that they’re also telepathic. Since their ship became incapable of traveling at warp speed, the Captain offered them a lift to Enara Prime. In return, the Enarans have agreed to help make our engines more efficient. Like I said, very nice people. End personal log.
Had a very nice time, this evening. The crew hosted a party for our visitors, in the Mess Hall. Harry really seemed to enjoy himself. He spent most of the evening with this Enaran woman named Jessen. I spent most of my time with the Delaneys. The only person missing was B’Elanna. I wonder what happened to her. Ensign Barstow seemed particularly disappointed by her non-appearance. End personal log.
So much for the Enarans being nice. Last night, B’Elanna came storming into the Mess Hall and accused them of genocide. Apparently, an elderly Enaran named Korenna Mirell, had telepathically passed her memories to B’Elanna. It was through these memories that our chief engineer learned about the genocide of the Regressives, another race that used to reside on Enara Prime. Naturally, Jor Brel and the other Enarans refused to believe her. Nor could the Doctor prove that Korenna Mirell had been murdered. Now that we have arrived at Enara Prime, our guests will be leaving this morning. B’Elanna told us that she had passed Korenna’s memories to Jessen, Harry’s friend. Maybe word of the Regressive genocide will get around, after all.
Meanwhile, Harry and I tried to get B’Elanna to tell us about Korenna’s memories. She revealed everything to us – well, almost. Her early recollections of this man, Dathan, seemed suspiciously vague. Which makes me wonder what really happened. End personal log.
I couldn’t believe it when I heard the news. B’Elanna had finally given in to Freddie Barstow. According to Neelix, B’Elanna accepted his offer for a game of Parises Squares. Which means they’re on Holodeck Two, right now. Playing. And God knows what else. (Pauses) Wait a minute. I take that back. I don’t know what made me think that B’Elanna and Barstow would be doing more than playing Parises Squares. It’s not like she has any interest in the little worm. Right? End personal log.
I meant to ask B’Elanna about her date with Freddie Barstow. But for some reason, my nerve failed me. Geez! What the hell is wrong with me, anyway? And why in the hell should I care about what happened between those two? Harry thinks I’m jealous. Ha! Talk about a disillusioned mind! What the hell do I have to be jealous about? I’m not jealous of Barstow. I just don’t think he and B’Elanna are suited for each other. End personal log.
While Voyager takes on supplies, Lt. Torres and I are investigating some intermittent sensor readings we picked up this morning. End personal log.
After yesterday’s excitement, I felt too tired to make a log entry. I feel a lot better after a night’s rest. Yesterday took a lot out of me. Got my nerves zapped by a pair of aliens that boarded the shuttle carrying B’Elanna and me. The Doc’s program malfunctioned and Kes ended up saving my life. Whew! While crossing the Swarm’s territory, I had to push Voyager to a 9.8 warp speed. Didn’t help in the end. The aliens managed to beam to the Bridge and I ended up in a wrestling match with one of them. If the Captain and Harry had not reversed the shield frequency polarization to drive off the Swarm, we would have met the same fate as the crew of that dead alien.
I suppose all well that ends well. But one wouldn’t think so after being in Tuvok’s gloomy presence. It was obvious that he was still upset over the Captain’s decision to break precious Starfleet protocols and ignore his advice. I accused him of being rigid and added that he should be thankful that we managed to shave off 15 months from our journey. He reminded me that he had thought an alliance with the Kazon was a good idea, despite Federation principles. He also added that Voyager was at least 70 years away from the Alpha Quadrant. A fifteen-month detour seemed paltry in comparison. Hell, even I couldn’t argue with that.
One last thing – I finally learned what B’Elanna thought about Freddie Barstow. In a nutshell, she considered him a mere child who was lousy at Parises Squares. Her remark encouraged me to do a stupid thing. I asked her out for a date. Apparently, she found the idea of a date with me even more ludicrous than one with Barstow. Well, it’s nice to know what she really thinks of me. End personal log.
Just had a date with Renlay Sharr. (Pauses) It was okay. We had dinner on the holodeck and later, ended up in her quarters. It was . . . well, okay. All right, so the earth didn’t move. But at least I had a nice . . . time. I think. Geez, I better stop before I end up feeling disappointed. End personal log.
Who would have thought that a sighting of a temporal rift would lead to an exciting adventure? Or the chance of a lifetime to see history unfold right before my eyes? Or give me the opportunity to meet a potential soul mate? Okay, maybe I had exaggerated on that last entry. Rain wasn’t a soul mate – just a very interesting, beautiful, intelligent, and witty young woman who happened to share my taste in entertainment. (Pauses) Then again, maybe she was a soul mate. Hell, I’m getting ahead of myself.
It was another day in the Delta Quadrant, when a temporal rift appeared, along with a ship from the 29th century. Can you believe it? The ship’s pilot was this pompous fool named Captain Braxton. He accused us of being responsible for a major catastrophe 500 years from now. Apparently, he’s part of some Temporal Intelligence Agency that Starfleet will have in the future. Our time traveler tried to destroy us, but thanks to Chakotay, we were able to stop him. Both Braxton’s ship and Voyager got sucked into the rift.
Where did we end up? Orbiting around Earth. Twentieth century Earth. In 1996, almost 400 years in the past. Tuvok detected more temporal readings from the North American continent – in Los Angeles. To track down Braxton and his ship, the Captain led an Away team that included her, Chakotay, Tuvok and myself, to the surface. That left Harry in command of the ship. I bet that made him happy.
Late twentieth century Earth must have struck the others as bizarre. Off-the-wall. To be honest, I also found it a little overwhelming, but I still enjoyed it. A lot. For some odd reason, I felt at home. We managed to find Braxton near the beach, but before we could question him, Harry informed us that someone had spotted Voyager orbiting above Earth and made contact with the ship. The Captain ordered Tuvok and me to find this person and extract any data. And that is how I met Rain Robinson.
She worked at the Griffith Observatory, in the Hollywood Hills, above Los Angeles. It was Rain who had detected Voyager’s gamma emissions and used an old (well, in 24th century terms) SETI communications greeting to contact the ship. When I first spotted the science-fiction movie posters on her office wall, I wondered if I had found a kindred spirit. And when I finally met her, I knew it. Rain seemed a bit reserved at first. Didn’t blame her, there. Especially with two strangers in her office. But once I broke down her defenses – at least I think I did – we warmed to each other right away. She’s so intelligent and feisty and beautiful. And at the same time, there seemed to be a vulnerability about her. One of a person who had spent many years, alone.
In the end, Tuvok and I used Rain’s help to find the person in possession of Captain Braxton’s technology – a businessman named Henry Starling. Fearful of being tracked down, Braxton hired Rain to keep an eye on any extraterrestrials – namely anyone from the future. When she realized that Starling had no intention of keeping her alive, Rain helped us kidnapped him.
With a shuttled manned by Chakotay and B’Elanna, we managed to beam Starling to Voyager. We also learned that the Doctor, whose program had been stolen by Starling, could now exist outside a room with holoemitters. And that Chakotay and B’Elanna’s shuttle had crashed somewhere in Arizona.
It almost didn’t end well. Starling’s personal thug managed to beam him back to Earth with 29th century technology. And I also detected the timeship being moved from Chronowerx in a truck. That turned out to be a trick. Starling still had the timeship in one of his labs and he launched it for his own trip into the future. Fortunately, Tuvok and the Doctor rescued B’Elanna and Chakotay from a group of Arizona militia, repair the shuttle and rescue me from the California desert. And we, along with the Captain and Harry, managed to stop Starling from traveling to the 29th century and creating a catastrophe. Once disaster had been averted, Braxton reappeared – this one had never been on Earth – and returned us to the 24th century Delta Quadrant.
The worst part of all this was saying good-bye to Rain. I knew I had my duty to finish. And I realized I had to return to Voyager. But I didn’t want to leave her. And I still wish I hadn’t. Rain is probably the first woman – maybe the only one – who has ever accepted me for myself. She didn’t mind my ”geeky” nature, she shared my taste in horror B-movies, and she’s also a great kisser. I had told her the truth when I said that I had never met anyone like her. God, I’m going to miss her. End personal log.
I think I’m getting on Harry’s nerves. Or making him depressed. Perhaps, because I’ve been mooning over Rain during the past week or so. I didn’t think it would be so hard for me to get over her. But it has. I’ve watched “Orgy of the Walking Dead”and “Bride of the Corpse” practically every day since our adventures in the past. Harry suggested I try out his new volleyball program with him. Unfortunately, volleyball has never been a favorite sport of mine.
I’ve checked Rain Robinson’s name in the computer database. After a brief participation in the Eugenics War, she became a prominent astronomer for NASA. She even participated in the Ares program, including John Kelly’s famous flight in 2032. Rain married a writer from Mexico named Diego Salazar. They had a daughter and son, before they got divorced after fifteen years of marriage. In 2053, ten years before First Contact, Rain was killed during a bombardment by the then Eastern Coalition. She was 83 years old. End personal log.
Had dinner with Harry and B’Elanna. It was nice. We joked a bit. B’Elanna and I told Harry more stories about our experiences on Earth. I also mentioned the information I found on Rain. Maybe I was imagining things, but B’Elanna seemed . . . I don’t know, irritated. Huh. Even stranger was her reaction when I mentioned Rain’s husband and children. I wonder why. End personal log.
We rescued three aliens from a ship leaking with radiation. It was also in danger of destruction from a core breach. Harry beamed them to Sick Bay, where they were treated by the Doc and Kes. One of them died. We discovered that they were from a planet called Ilari and Voyager is heading there to deliver the survivors to their people.
Also, Neelix introduced the crew to his new holoprogram. It’s a recreation of the Paxau Resort, a popular holiday resort for wealthy Talaxians. It was nice. Sort of. Well, it did seemed a bit too formal for Harry and me. I added a few changes and addition to the program. You know, exotic drinks, Calypso music from Earth’s Caribbean region, and more relaxed clothing for the resort’s employees. Harry added one special feature – beautiful and scantily-clad females from his volleyball program. He claimed they were the Swedish volleyball team from some past Olympic games. You know, not only has Harry learned to put Libby behind him, I think he’s developing a roving eye for the ladies. Good for him. End personal log.
Harry and I found B’Elanna using the resort program. Even I had to admit that she looked great in her blue swim suit. It fitted in all the right places. Ahem! Too bad she brought along that overdeveloped lapdog with her. I thought she had better taste in men than that. End personal log.
Just got back from commiserating with poor Neelix. Poor guy still can’t believe that Kes has ended their romance for good. Come to think of it, neither can I. Neelix had thought Tiernan’s possession of Kes was to blame for her sudden distant behavior. As it turned out, Tiernan only tapped into Kes’ real feelings.
And who is Tiernan? Oh, just this warlord from the 22nd century, who started out as a war hero on Ilari and became a tyrant. His people eventually ousted him and Tiernan’s conscience or spirit has spent the past two centuries, using host bodies to reclaim his position as Autarch of Ilari. He was in the body of the Ilarian who had died from radiation exposure, four days ago. Only, once that host body died, he took possession of Kes. Using her body, Tiernan stole a shuttle and reconquered Ilari. Tuvok tried to rescue Kes, but was captured, instead. The Captain, Chakotay, Neelix, a Security team, myself and a few Ilarians eventually conducted a raid on the planet’s surface and rescued Kes and Tuvok.
Voyager got Kes back, but Neelix lost her in the end. Poor guy. I know exactly how he feels. In fact, I said so before I told him about Susie Crabtree. End personal log.
There are times I wish I could stuff Harry into the nearest airlock and space him! I think Ensign Kim has romance on the brain. Or maybe sex. Maybe he’s been hanging around that volleyball team of his, too long. What in the hell made him think that I’m jealous of some damn holo character? It’s ridiculous! Why on earth would I be jealous of B’Elanna’s little holostud? He’s just some muscle-bound creep who massages her every time she visits the Resort. Might as well be a professional masseuse! End personal log.
Today marked the third time a Starfleet crew witnessed a supernova. The first two supernovas had been witnessed by the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise, under James Kirk’s command – Minara in 2268 and Beta Niobe in 2269. Since Astrophysics was one of my majors at the Academy, I would have found the phenomenon exciting. Except, I was too concerned with getting Voyager out of the way of the star’s fusion explosion. Still, it was a great sight.
Oh, one last thing – Q paid the Captain a visit in her quarters, later that day. That’s right, he’s back. And it seems that he wants to mate with her. Yeah, right! I wonder what he really wanted. End personal log.
Once more, Voyager’s crew made history. Not only did we become the second Starfleet crew to witness a supernova, we ended up witnessing three of them. All because of the Q Continuum’s civil war. The supernovas were side effects of the battles in the war. And we were wrong about Q. He really did want to mate with the Captain. He wanted omnipotent Q baby with human DNA to usher in some kind of new era for the Continuum. And stop the civil war.
The female Q, who wanted nothing more than to prevent her “beloved” and the Captain from procreating, helped Voyager enter the Continuum and stop the war. The Continuum actually resembled a battlefield from the American Civil War of the 19th century. Interesting. I even managed to get the drop on Q’s nemesis. With a weapon harmful to omnipotent beings, of course. Frankly, I’m glad the whole thing is over. Both Qs managed to get on my nerves. Especially that female Q. Thanks to her, I have a new nickname – Helmboy. (Pause) Bitch. End personal log.
I forgot to add that I’ve decided to surrender and enjoy Harry’s little collection of Swedish beauties. Who knew they would turn out to be such great masseuses? Besides, I might as well surrender. I’m not interested in any particular woman aboard ship. And I can’t keep brooding over Rain forever. Especially since she is over 68,000 light years away and 377 years in the past. Oh well. End personal log.
I saw that B’Elanna has stopped using her little holostud in the Resort. She didn’t have to. Not on my account. All I did was comment that he reminded me of Heller Prisco, a cadet I had known at the Academy. Prisco was known as a body building fanatic who had graduated second from the bottom of my class. It’s not that I was comparing the holostud’s IQ with Prisco’s . . . or anything like that. I guess B’Elanna felt otherwise. End personal log.
Voyager came into contact with a new race called the Tak Tak. Since we’re in dire need of foodstuff and dilithium, the Captain decided to trade some of our deuterium for them. She asked Neelix to accompany her to the Tak Tak homeworld. Guess whom Neelix asked to take care of the Mess Hall in his absence? That’s right. Yours truly. (Sighs) Why can’t I be the bastard that many already believe I am? End personal log.
I hope that Neelix never asks me to temporarily take over his Mess Hall duties again. Especially after what happened. Okay, the whole trouble didn’t start in the Mess Hall, but on a mining colony called Garan that had been inflicted by some kind of outbreak. The Doc went on an Away mission to respond to the colony’s medical distress call. He ended up returning to the ship with these macroviruses. It seemed they were attracted to his photon light and the ship’s biofilters weren’t able to detect them. And the entire crew ended up being infected.
Right now, I don’t have much of an appetite. Especially after the events of yesterday. I especially don’t have an appetite for any of Neelix’s food. I guess facing a hungry crowd after burning a pot roast, getting infected by those macroviruses and seeing lavaflies pour out of B’Elanna’s neck did the trick.
Speaking of B’Elanna, (Sighs) she’s okay, thank goodness. She was the first to be infected after bursting that gel pack in the Mess Hall. I must say – she does have a sadistic wit. Maybe I shouldn’t have teased her about Engineering’s technical abilities. I couldn’t help it. I guess it was my way of (Pauses) well . . . (Sighs) Oh God! I might as well admit it. I was trying to flirt with her. There! I . . . flirted . . . with . . . B’Elanna Torres. That wasn’t so hard. Right? Right!
At least one good thing came out of this whole mess. The Captain decided to give the crew a little R and R to recover from the macroviruses. The duty shifts have been shortened for today. I heard that Chakotay and a few others plan to go skiing down a Ktarian glacier. Sounds like my kind of fun, but I plan to join Harry and B’Elanna, elsewhere. Paxan Resort, here I come! End personal log.
We’ve reached the border of the Nekrit Expanse, and a space station called the Nekrit Supply Depot. It’s managed by this alien called Bahrat. Friendly fellow. That is, if one can call an emotionless, rigid nut, who charges visitors a 20 percent charge for trading on the station, friendly. The Captain, Chakotay and Neelix will visit the station. Ought to be interesting. End personal log.
I should have known when Neelix started asking questions about Caldik Prime that something was up. Too bad I didn’t act on my suspicions and ask Neelix what was bugging him. If I had, Chakotay and I would have been spared from arrest and imprisonment for murder and trading in illegal substances.
But Neelix had it worse. Not only did his old friend, Wixiban, lure him into trouble, but also blackmailed him into getting a small supply of warp plasma particles from Voyager. Thankfully, Neelix finally found the guts to confess what happened to Bahrat and the Captain. He and Wixiban drummed up a plot to expose the drug trade that flourished on the station. Chakotay and I were finally released. Janeway punished Neelix by ordering him to scrub the deuterium exhaust manifolds for the next two weeks. As much as I feel sorry for Neelix, it’s a hell of a lot better than spending the next 50 years in cryostasis suspension. End personal log.
Is it just me or is Vorik being unusually attentive to B’Elanna, lately? (Pauses) Nah! I must be imagining things. Or else Vorik is bucking for a promotion. Don’t get me wrong. I like Vorik. He’s a lot friendlier than Tuvok. Still, the idea of him and B’Elanna . . . (Sighs) What the hell is the matter with me? I sound like a jealous idiot and I don’t have a reason to be jealous. I think my brain cells have gone soft. End personal log.
That little Vulcan worm! I should have known he was up to something! There I was, looking forward to a nice evening at Neelix’s luau at the Resort. Hell, I even wore my favorite shirt – my Big Daddy-O Hawaiian shirt. Okay, B’Elanna made a few disparaging comments about it, but I decided to ignore it. After all, I liked it. And I liked B’Elanna’s dress even more. She did look stunning . . . and tropical.
B’Elanna, Harry, Vorik and I had made plans to stick together during the luau. Only Harry almost didn’t show up, because he was in a sweat over some hologram he had met in the Resort. Would you believe it? He went to Tuvok for advice on how to get over his infatuation. A Vulcan who would only try to get him to suppress his emotions, for crying out loud!
Speaking of Vulcans, that little backstabber, Vorik, managed to reserve seats with a – for B’Elanna and himself only. Hell, I was too surprised to give him a much deserved broken jaw. Come to think of it, I don’t know if I have the strength to break a Vulcan’s jaw. And how did I spend my evening? Let’s just say that with Harry ending up pissed at Tuvok for spending time with that hologram and B’Elanna enjoying a dinner and a view with Vorik, I didn’t exactly have a swell time. What a waste of a great shirt! End personal log.
The Captain nearly died from injuries suffered after a shuttle crash. Fortunately, Chakotay managed to keep her alive before he could contact Voyager. We eventually found them and the Doc beamed to the planet’s surface to treat her injuries. Thank God he managed to save her. End personal log.
END OF PART 1
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