Disclaimer: I do not own there characters, except for Finnegan, so please don't take legal
action against me, cause it would be mean.
Sorry this is short, I just wanted to get another one our quickly, the next one will be long.
Finnegan, Seven, Paris, and Tuvok sat in the shuttle, approaching the M-class
planet that would hopefully posses their ticket home.
"We are approaching the asteroid belt surrounding the planet," Seven said, voice
as monotone as ever.
Finnegan looked over at her. "I'm glad she ended it," he thought to himself, " It
would have never worked anyway, she is just to stubborn. I'm not ready for a serious
relationship anyway, if I wasn't ready 2 years ago, then why would I be ready now. What
about Betsy, what would she think about me falling in love with an ex-borg. You only
fall in love once anyway, screw love, I don't need it anymore."
"Mr. Finnegan, please scan for the nearest X source," Tuvok commanded.
"Oh, there is one at the following coordinates, I'm sending them to your consul
Tom," he said, distracted.
"Mr. Paris, slow to one-quarter impulse as we enter the belt," Tuvok said.
Tom snickered, " Are you kidding, I can easily maneuver this belt at full
impulse."
" Be that as it may Mr. Paris, One quarter impulse will do just fine," he said,
Finnegan had to give Tuvok credit, it was hard enough being a Vulcan, but on a ship such
as this, where emotions seemed to run rampant, it must have been driving him crazy.
Tom slowed the ship to half impulse and they entered the belt. It was smooth
sailing until they were about 500km from the ships atmosphere.
"I'm picking up some abnormal gravimetric readings," Seven said as the ship
began to jostle around.
"Could it possibly be the X-Crystals," Tuvok inquired.
"Well its possible," chimed Finnegan, " but we wouldn't be reading them
unless… Oh my God, Tom turn around, right…" Finnegan never finished the sentence.
"Captain, there is something wrong with the shuttlecraft," Harry said from his
comm. position on the bridge.
"What seems to be the problem Mr. Kim," she replied, the concern heavy in her
voice.
"I'm not sure, it seems that gravimetric distortions are interfering with the ships
main navigational systems…" he paused, "Captain the ships lost control, they are losing
orbit and being pulled toward the planet," he said.
The Captain leaped out of her seat, "Harry, can you get a lock on them for
transport."
"I can try, but the X is interfering with their bio-signatures, I'm only getting a
lock on two of the away team members," he said.
"Bring them back her Ensign," she said, her voice a mixture of relief for the two
people that were safe, and the two whose fate was unknown.
action against me, cause it would be mean.
Sorry this is short, I just wanted to get another one our quickly, the next one will be long.
Finnegan, Seven, Paris, and Tuvok sat in the shuttle, approaching the M-class
planet that would hopefully posses their ticket home.
"We are approaching the asteroid belt surrounding the planet," Seven said, voice
as monotone as ever.
Finnegan looked over at her. "I'm glad she ended it," he thought to himself, " It
would have never worked anyway, she is just to stubborn. I'm not ready for a serious
relationship anyway, if I wasn't ready 2 years ago, then why would I be ready now. What
about Betsy, what would she think about me falling in love with an ex-borg. You only
fall in love once anyway, screw love, I don't need it anymore."
"Mr. Finnegan, please scan for the nearest X source," Tuvok commanded.
"Oh, there is one at the following coordinates, I'm sending them to your consul
Tom," he said, distracted.
"Mr. Paris, slow to one-quarter impulse as we enter the belt," Tuvok said.
Tom snickered, " Are you kidding, I can easily maneuver this belt at full
impulse."
" Be that as it may Mr. Paris, One quarter impulse will do just fine," he said,
Finnegan had to give Tuvok credit, it was hard enough being a Vulcan, but on a ship such
as this, where emotions seemed to run rampant, it must have been driving him crazy.
Tom slowed the ship to half impulse and they entered the belt. It was smooth
sailing until they were about 500km from the ships atmosphere.
"I'm picking up some abnormal gravimetric readings," Seven said as the ship
began to jostle around.
"Could it possibly be the X-Crystals," Tuvok inquired.
"Well its possible," chimed Finnegan, " but we wouldn't be reading them
unless… Oh my God, Tom turn around, right…" Finnegan never finished the sentence.
"Captain, there is something wrong with the shuttlecraft," Harry said from his
comm. position on the bridge.
"What seems to be the problem Mr. Kim," she replied, the concern heavy in her
voice.
"I'm not sure, it seems that gravimetric distortions are interfering with the ships
main navigational systems…" he paused, "Captain the ships lost control, they are losing
orbit and being pulled toward the planet," he said.
The Captain leaped out of her seat, "Harry, can you get a lock on them for
transport."
"I can try, but the X is interfering with their bio-signatures, I'm only getting a
lock on two of the away team members," he said.
"Bring them back her Ensign," she said, her voice a mixture of relief for the two
people that were safe, and the two whose fate was unknown.