And rounding the corner comes chapter two…and the crowd goes wild!
Hoshi's head really hurt as she came back to consciousness. She vaguely remembered falling off a cliff, at the moment though she was so thankful to be alive, she really didn't want to analyze how it was that she was alive.
"Good your awake." She heard a male voice announce far to close to her head for her piece of mind.
"I'd like to stay that way." She said defensively as she moved to plug her ears with her hands.
"Ah ah ah, you'll get in the way of my scan. Hands down please." Could there be anything more annoying. She seriously doubted it as the person who owned the voice pushed her hands back down.
She heard the sound of a strange scanner of some sort; obviously she wasn't on Climara anymore.
Hoshi opened her eyes and was confronted with the face of a balding middle-aged human male. He seemed like he could be friendly, maybe. He was continuing with his scan as she studied his face. He seemed unfazed at all by her scrutiny.
"This ones coming around too." She heard a voice from behind what she assumed was the doctor.
Then she heard Trips voice from the same direction. He wasn't dead. None of them where dead, these people much have saved them.
"What ran me over?" yeah that was Trip.
"Trip, are you ok?" she tried to yell it across the room, but it came out only as a loud talking voice, which seemed to be the best she could do. The doctor didn't seem too happy that she had tried anything at all.
"Stop that now, he's fine, your going to undo all the work I've done." He actually sounded irritated. Here she was, having nearly died, and HE was the one who was irritated.
"Yeah i'm fine, amazingly. How am I fine again?" yep that was Trip all right.
"Please just lay still, we're still trying to find answers ourselves right now." Said the other voice from the across the room, where she defiantly couldn't see it.
"Please I need to sit up." Hoshi hated not being able to see anything.
"Very well, if it will keep you quiet."
"Excellent bedside manner." She murmured loudly. And to her surprise she thought she heard a chuckle come form the unnamed source. Suddenly she was sitting up. Well not suddenly, the bed did rise to a more upright position, but since her eyes were closed it seemed sudden.
When she opened her eyes a thoroughly modern and bright, sickbay surrounded her.
Just great, they had had to cart them all the way to earth it seems, but she was alive so she wasn't complaining.
From her now upright position she could see Trip lying on a bed across the room near the door. Next to him was Malcolm. She seemed to be in a bed by herself, as in with no others around it. A tall blond man was examining Trip; Malcolm didn't seem to be awake yet. The man was asking Trip questions quietly, she couldn't make out what he was saying.
"Are you better now?" The cranky doctor asked as he returned to examining her with devises she had never seen before. That was when she noticed his uniform. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. It looked vaguely Starfleet, but more streamlined then hers, no pockets or zippers. It was actually a bit disturbing.
"Where am I?" she noticed a bit of a shake in her voice when she asked.
The doctor and the blond man exchanged a look.
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"Um I remember being pushed off a cliff, not a happy memory." She shared a brief look with Trip.
"Yeah that's my last memory too." He chimed in.
"You were both pushed off a cliff?" the blond man asked incredulously.
"Well Malcolm was too, it was a local custom thing. I was coming to warn them and kind of showed up to late." Hoshi explained.
"I thought we were all dead for sure."
"It felt like I stopped falling at the end, then I defiantly remember hitting something. And that's It." She turned her attention back to the doctor, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.
He looked like he was about to when Malcolm began to come awake.
While the blond man tended to Malcolm, the doctor tapped the broach on his chest.
"Doctor to the bridge."
"Go ahead Doctor." A female voice answered.
"Our patients are awake."
"Understood, on my way."
"How did you do that?" Hoshi asked. If this was a new form of communicator, then as communications officer of the most advanced ship in Starfleet, she figured she had a right to know about it.
"I think ill leave the questions for the Captain to answer."
"Are we on a ship? At least tell us were we are." She just felt she had to know if she was on solid ground. Maybe it would help her get her barring.
"You are on a ship." The blond man answered.
"Well at least that's something." Malcolm said, speaking up for the first time and grabbing his head from the pain that resulted.
"Is it a warp vessel?" Leave it to Trip to ask such a question.
"Yes." The man answered again.
"I really think that's enough Mr. Paris." The doctor really wasn't a pleasant person, Hoshi was deciding.
She was about to voice this opinion when the doors opened and allowed in two more people. One was a woman, she wasn't very tall, but carried herself in a commanding manner. She had shoulder length brown-blond hair; she probably wasn't much over forty.
With her was a dark skinned Vulcan, they were everywhere. But it was still good to see something so familiar. The strange thing was they both wore the same uniform.
The woman approached to the center of the room, the Doctor and Mr. Paris moved to stand behind her.
She nodded to the three of them on the beds; Trip and Malcolm had also been given a more upright position.
"My Name is Kathryn Janway, this is Mr. Tuvok my tactical officer."
"So then you're the captain then?" Malcolm asked.
"That's correct." She answered easily.
"What ship are we on then?" Trip asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've never seen this type of design before, and believe me I would have."
"Your on the Federation Starship Voyager."
"The Federation?" Hoshi was sure she had never heard of it. It better not be an Australian faction, they had just joined the world government, and surly they weren't operating independent of Starfleet development.
The captain seemed to share a look with her, well, entourage. "Perhaps it would be best if we asked some questions and in the course of that ill try to answer all of yours."
"Depends on what kind of questions you want to ask. I would be much happier if I knew who was going to use the answers." Malcolm as weapons officer took the floor in situations like this were there lives may be in danger. Hoshi and Trip where more then willing to let him.
"Is this Federation an Australian faction?" Malcolm gave voice to Hoshi's earlier thoughts.
Janeway shook her head. "I can assure you its nothing like that. Please, if you could just tell us your names and how you came to be here."
"Captain I don't believe they know how they got here." Mr. Paris spoke up for them.
"Ok your names then." She turned back to them.
Hoshi and Trip looked at Malcolm for guidance.
"Lieutenant Malcolm Reed."
Trip nodded. "Lieutenant Commander Charles Tucker III."
"Ensign Hoshi Sato."
"Is that even possible?" Mr. Paris asked.
"It wouldn't be the first time Tom." She sighed. "What year is this?"
Well this didn't sound like a groundbreaking question. Malcolm deferred to Trip this time.
"Its 2152." Only he almost sounded like he was asking her not telling her.
Janway sighed again.
"I'm afraid its not. The year is currently 2376 earth years." Tuvok supplied.
To Be Continued…
*and now the crowd waites for chapter three…
Hoshi's head really hurt as she came back to consciousness. She vaguely remembered falling off a cliff, at the moment though she was so thankful to be alive, she really didn't want to analyze how it was that she was alive.
"Good your awake." She heard a male voice announce far to close to her head for her piece of mind.
"I'd like to stay that way." She said defensively as she moved to plug her ears with her hands.
"Ah ah ah, you'll get in the way of my scan. Hands down please." Could there be anything more annoying. She seriously doubted it as the person who owned the voice pushed her hands back down.
She heard the sound of a strange scanner of some sort; obviously she wasn't on Climara anymore.
Hoshi opened her eyes and was confronted with the face of a balding middle-aged human male. He seemed like he could be friendly, maybe. He was continuing with his scan as she studied his face. He seemed unfazed at all by her scrutiny.
"This ones coming around too." She heard a voice from behind what she assumed was the doctor.
Then she heard Trips voice from the same direction. He wasn't dead. None of them where dead, these people much have saved them.
"What ran me over?" yeah that was Trip.
"Trip, are you ok?" she tried to yell it across the room, but it came out only as a loud talking voice, which seemed to be the best she could do. The doctor didn't seem too happy that she had tried anything at all.
"Stop that now, he's fine, your going to undo all the work I've done." He actually sounded irritated. Here she was, having nearly died, and HE was the one who was irritated.
"Yeah i'm fine, amazingly. How am I fine again?" yep that was Trip all right.
"Please just lay still, we're still trying to find answers ourselves right now." Said the other voice from the across the room, where she defiantly couldn't see it.
"Please I need to sit up." Hoshi hated not being able to see anything.
"Very well, if it will keep you quiet."
"Excellent bedside manner." She murmured loudly. And to her surprise she thought she heard a chuckle come form the unnamed source. Suddenly she was sitting up. Well not suddenly, the bed did rise to a more upright position, but since her eyes were closed it seemed sudden.
When she opened her eyes a thoroughly modern and bright, sickbay surrounded her.
Just great, they had had to cart them all the way to earth it seems, but she was alive so she wasn't complaining.
From her now upright position she could see Trip lying on a bed across the room near the door. Next to him was Malcolm. She seemed to be in a bed by herself, as in with no others around it. A tall blond man was examining Trip; Malcolm didn't seem to be awake yet. The man was asking Trip questions quietly, she couldn't make out what he was saying.
"Are you better now?" The cranky doctor asked as he returned to examining her with devises she had never seen before. That was when she noticed his uniform. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. It looked vaguely Starfleet, but more streamlined then hers, no pockets or zippers. It was actually a bit disturbing.
"Where am I?" she noticed a bit of a shake in her voice when she asked.
The doctor and the blond man exchanged a look.
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"Um I remember being pushed off a cliff, not a happy memory." She shared a brief look with Trip.
"Yeah that's my last memory too." He chimed in.
"You were both pushed off a cliff?" the blond man asked incredulously.
"Well Malcolm was too, it was a local custom thing. I was coming to warn them and kind of showed up to late." Hoshi explained.
"I thought we were all dead for sure."
"It felt like I stopped falling at the end, then I defiantly remember hitting something. And that's It." She turned her attention back to the doctor, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.
He looked like he was about to when Malcolm began to come awake.
While the blond man tended to Malcolm, the doctor tapped the broach on his chest.
"Doctor to the bridge."
"Go ahead Doctor." A female voice answered.
"Our patients are awake."
"Understood, on my way."
"How did you do that?" Hoshi asked. If this was a new form of communicator, then as communications officer of the most advanced ship in Starfleet, she figured she had a right to know about it.
"I think ill leave the questions for the Captain to answer."
"Are we on a ship? At least tell us were we are." She just felt she had to know if she was on solid ground. Maybe it would help her get her barring.
"You are on a ship." The blond man answered.
"Well at least that's something." Malcolm said, speaking up for the first time and grabbing his head from the pain that resulted.
"Is it a warp vessel?" Leave it to Trip to ask such a question.
"Yes." The man answered again.
"I really think that's enough Mr. Paris." The doctor really wasn't a pleasant person, Hoshi was deciding.
She was about to voice this opinion when the doors opened and allowed in two more people. One was a woman, she wasn't very tall, but carried herself in a commanding manner. She had shoulder length brown-blond hair; she probably wasn't much over forty.
With her was a dark skinned Vulcan, they were everywhere. But it was still good to see something so familiar. The strange thing was they both wore the same uniform.
The woman approached to the center of the room, the Doctor and Mr. Paris moved to stand behind her.
She nodded to the three of them on the beds; Trip and Malcolm had also been given a more upright position.
"My Name is Kathryn Janway, this is Mr. Tuvok my tactical officer."
"So then you're the captain then?" Malcolm asked.
"That's correct." She answered easily.
"What ship are we on then?" Trip asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've never seen this type of design before, and believe me I would have."
"Your on the Federation Starship Voyager."
"The Federation?" Hoshi was sure she had never heard of it. It better not be an Australian faction, they had just joined the world government, and surly they weren't operating independent of Starfleet development.
The captain seemed to share a look with her, well, entourage. "Perhaps it would be best if we asked some questions and in the course of that ill try to answer all of yours."
"Depends on what kind of questions you want to ask. I would be much happier if I knew who was going to use the answers." Malcolm as weapons officer took the floor in situations like this were there lives may be in danger. Hoshi and Trip where more then willing to let him.
"Is this Federation an Australian faction?" Malcolm gave voice to Hoshi's earlier thoughts.
Janeway shook her head. "I can assure you its nothing like that. Please, if you could just tell us your names and how you came to be here."
"Captain I don't believe they know how they got here." Mr. Paris spoke up for them.
"Ok your names then." She turned back to them.
Hoshi and Trip looked at Malcolm for guidance.
"Lieutenant Malcolm Reed."
Trip nodded. "Lieutenant Commander Charles Tucker III."
"Ensign Hoshi Sato."
"Is that even possible?" Mr. Paris asked.
"It wouldn't be the first time Tom." She sighed. "What year is this?"
Well this didn't sound like a groundbreaking question. Malcolm deferred to Trip this time.
"Its 2152." Only he almost sounded like he was asking her not telling her.
Janway sighed again.
"I'm afraid its not. The year is currently 2376 earth years." Tuvok supplied.
To Be Continued…
*and now the crowd waites for chapter three…