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Chapter 2
Paris and Kim talked among each other. Paris couldn't help but gawk and comment as they walked down her corridors. They whispered to each other when they passed a droid on its way to the engine room.
Rommie noticed the wide-eyed looks and heard the whispers, prompting her to respond. "Impressive ship aren't I gentlemen."
Paris cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed at being caught looking like a kid in a candy store. "Yes ma'm, this, I mean you, are some ship."
Kim kept quiet, silently laughing at his best friend's embarrassment. Not only was he going to rib Paris about being attracted to an AI, but also about acting like a schoolboy with a crush around Rommie as well.
Rommie was actually enjoying Paris's predicament herself, as much as an AI could anyway. Nobody actually had blushed around her before, especially her crew.
Tuvok decided to help rescue Paris from his predicament. "Rommie, it would appear that you are a battleship of some sort, am I correct?"
"Yes I am Mr. Tuvok. Officially I am a High Guard warship," the AI informed.
Might I ask how many crew you carry under normal circumstances?" Tuvok said as he stepped off of a ladder. The Vulcan made a mental note about the lack of elevators on Andromeda.
Rommie's expression became serious and almost sad as she remembered her former crew. "I was equipped to carry a crew of 4,132, but all of my original crew, except for Captain Hunt, have died."
Janeway, Kim, and Paris hadn't noticed the AI's expression, but Tuvok caught it almost right away. The Vulcan had trained to notice details that humans would otherwise overlook. "I detected an expression of regret on your face. All androids we have encountered have been unable to express emotions unless a neural implant was installed in their positronic brains."
Rommie thought it rather flattering that Janeway and her crew seemed to think her special. Rommie had always thought of herself as special, even among AIs, so it was nice to have it reinforced. Dylan hunt and his crew never seemed to give Rommie her due, as far as the AI was concerned. "I am quite capable of expressing emotions although not in quite the range or intensity that sentient beings do."
Tuvok made a mental note of Rommie's answers which he would key in at a later date. This Rommie was certainly different than the androids he had met while serving in Starfleet, including the famous Data, who served on the Enterprise D. The Vulcan concluded that he would most likely learn quite a bit of information on this trip.
The two crews continued to chat and ask questions of each other as they made their way to the mess hall. Tuvok requested permission to run a scan on each of Andromeda's crew members as well as the ship itself.
Dylan Hunt was at first wary, but decided it would show that he and his crew had nothing to hide. Hunt just hoped he wouldn't regret the decision later on as he still wasn't sure the Voyager crew were who they said they were. Harper had brought up an interesting point with his comment about Earth vessels carrying the U.S.S. designation. Captain Janeway and her crew could have hidden motives which might pose a threat to Andromeda's crew. Hunt found that people with hidden agendas Andromeda had encountered in the past proved to be dangerous. But Hunt decided that the more logical explanation was that the shuttle's crew member came from a planet that was populated by centuries ago by refugees from Earth and their whereabouts had been forgotten. That is, forgotten until now. Hunt vowed to himself to be prepared for either scenario, as usual.
For her part Kathryn Janeway wasn't quite sure what to make of Captain Hunt and his crew. Janeway had a suspicion Andromeda's crew might be rebels from the first second she saw them dressed in civilian clothing. If they belonged to some military organization like Starfleet Andromeda's crew would have been in uniforms. Andromeda appeared to be a battleship so Janeway theorized that Captain Hunt was either the captain and had been confronted with a mutiny, or had he had become a rebel and betrayed his uniform. Neither of those scenarios pleased the brunette captain.
Fortunately, Janeway was familiar with rebels so she would be prepared to deal with Captain Hunt and his crew if they showed themselves to be rebels. Many of Voyager's present crew, including Chakotay had been rebels. In time, Janeway had learned to trust Chakotay and the others who had once belonged to the Maquis. If Hunt was the victim of a mutiny Janeway wasn't sure there was much she could do to help the captain. For Janeway had to admit to herself that Hunt did not appear on the surface to be a Captain Bligh, inspiring his crew to mutiny. But time would eventually answer Captain Kathryn Janeway's questions so she decided to at least hear out Captain Hunt.
"Here we are. Andromeda's mess hall," Hunt announced as he gestured for Janeway to enter ahead of him. Janeway picked out the long silver metal table that was closest to the sink and cabinets and purposely took a seat near the center. Hunt sat down directly across the table from the Voyager captain.
Tuvok sat at Janeway's left while Harry Kim sat at his captain's right. Tyr sat at Hunt's right and Beka at her captain's left. Trance sat on Beka's other side with Harper next to her. Paris sat next to Kim, his best friend on Voyager. To Paris's pleasant surprise, Rommie sat down at the helmsman's left side. Rommie may be an android, but Paris had to admit she was a beautiful android nonetheless.
Janeway took a deep breath, leaned forward in her chair and rested her clasped hands on the table in front of her. "Captain Hunt, since we are all have just met I think it would be helpful if you and I gave a brief history of our people's government and our missions."
Hunt was beginning to like this Captain Janeway. She got right to the point. "I think that is an excellent suggestion Captain Janeway. I must admit I am curious as to where you and your ship came from. I am sure feel the same way about me and my crew."
Janeway held back a laugh. Captain Hunt was a master of understatement. "Yes Captain, I think it would be good to appease our curiosity as soon as possible so we all can move on."
****
Back on board Voyager, Commander Chakotay was on edge. It had been over 3 hours since the shuttlecraft had entered the wormhole and they were still no closer to locating the Captain Janeway, Tuvok, Paris, and Kim. "Ensign Ota, status report."
The Asian woman looked up from her console and began her report, knowing it wasn't what Chakotay wanted to hear. "I can find no wormholes in the Delta Quadrant."
"Thank you Ensign. Continue searching," Chakotay responded. The Native American knew it was a long shot that the same wormhole would reappear. The best case scenario was that Lieutenant Torres and her engineering team could find a way to recreate the wormhole.
"Well, Well. This is a sticky wicket isn't it Chakotay?"
Chakotay turned around to face the familiar voice. "Q! What do you want now?"
"Aw, don't look so glum Commander, Kathy and her away team may turn up. And then again they may not." Q retorted with a smile.
Thank you to those of you who have read and reviewed like good little fan fiction readers.
Please continue to read and review.
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Chapter 2
Paris and Kim talked among each other. Paris couldn't help but gawk and comment as they walked down her corridors. They whispered to each other when they passed a droid on its way to the engine room.
Rommie noticed the wide-eyed looks and heard the whispers, prompting her to respond. "Impressive ship aren't I gentlemen."
Paris cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed at being caught looking like a kid in a candy store. "Yes ma'm, this, I mean you, are some ship."
Kim kept quiet, silently laughing at his best friend's embarrassment. Not only was he going to rib Paris about being attracted to an AI, but also about acting like a schoolboy with a crush around Rommie as well.
Rommie was actually enjoying Paris's predicament herself, as much as an AI could anyway. Nobody actually had blushed around her before, especially her crew.
Tuvok decided to help rescue Paris from his predicament. "Rommie, it would appear that you are a battleship of some sort, am I correct?"
"Yes I am Mr. Tuvok. Officially I am a High Guard warship," the AI informed.
Might I ask how many crew you carry under normal circumstances?" Tuvok said as he stepped off of a ladder. The Vulcan made a mental note about the lack of elevators on Andromeda.
Rommie's expression became serious and almost sad as she remembered her former crew. "I was equipped to carry a crew of 4,132, but all of my original crew, except for Captain Hunt, have died."
Janeway, Kim, and Paris hadn't noticed the AI's expression, but Tuvok caught it almost right away. The Vulcan had trained to notice details that humans would otherwise overlook. "I detected an expression of regret on your face. All androids we have encountered have been unable to express emotions unless a neural implant was installed in their positronic brains."
Rommie thought it rather flattering that Janeway and her crew seemed to think her special. Rommie had always thought of herself as special, even among AIs, so it was nice to have it reinforced. Dylan hunt and his crew never seemed to give Rommie her due, as far as the AI was concerned. "I am quite capable of expressing emotions although not in quite the range or intensity that sentient beings do."
Tuvok made a mental note of Rommie's answers which he would key in at a later date. This Rommie was certainly different than the androids he had met while serving in Starfleet, including the famous Data, who served on the Enterprise D. The Vulcan concluded that he would most likely learn quite a bit of information on this trip.
The two crews continued to chat and ask questions of each other as they made their way to the mess hall. Tuvok requested permission to run a scan on each of Andromeda's crew members as well as the ship itself.
Dylan Hunt was at first wary, but decided it would show that he and his crew had nothing to hide. Hunt just hoped he wouldn't regret the decision later on as he still wasn't sure the Voyager crew were who they said they were. Harper had brought up an interesting point with his comment about Earth vessels carrying the U.S.S. designation. Captain Janeway and her crew could have hidden motives which might pose a threat to Andromeda's crew. Hunt found that people with hidden agendas Andromeda had encountered in the past proved to be dangerous. But Hunt decided that the more logical explanation was that the shuttle's crew member came from a planet that was populated by centuries ago by refugees from Earth and their whereabouts had been forgotten. That is, forgotten until now. Hunt vowed to himself to be prepared for either scenario, as usual.
For her part Kathryn Janeway wasn't quite sure what to make of Captain Hunt and his crew. Janeway had a suspicion Andromeda's crew might be rebels from the first second she saw them dressed in civilian clothing. If they belonged to some military organization like Starfleet Andromeda's crew would have been in uniforms. Andromeda appeared to be a battleship so Janeway theorized that Captain Hunt was either the captain and had been confronted with a mutiny, or had he had become a rebel and betrayed his uniform. Neither of those scenarios pleased the brunette captain.
Fortunately, Janeway was familiar with rebels so she would be prepared to deal with Captain Hunt and his crew if they showed themselves to be rebels. Many of Voyager's present crew, including Chakotay had been rebels. In time, Janeway had learned to trust Chakotay and the others who had once belonged to the Maquis. If Hunt was the victim of a mutiny Janeway wasn't sure there was much she could do to help the captain. For Janeway had to admit to herself that Hunt did not appear on the surface to be a Captain Bligh, inspiring his crew to mutiny. But time would eventually answer Captain Kathryn Janeway's questions so she decided to at least hear out Captain Hunt.
"Here we are. Andromeda's mess hall," Hunt announced as he gestured for Janeway to enter ahead of him. Janeway picked out the long silver metal table that was closest to the sink and cabinets and purposely took a seat near the center. Hunt sat down directly across the table from the Voyager captain.
Tuvok sat at Janeway's left while Harry Kim sat at his captain's right. Tyr sat at Hunt's right and Beka at her captain's left. Trance sat on Beka's other side with Harper next to her. Paris sat next to Kim, his best friend on Voyager. To Paris's pleasant surprise, Rommie sat down at the helmsman's left side. Rommie may be an android, but Paris had to admit she was a beautiful android nonetheless.
Janeway took a deep breath, leaned forward in her chair and rested her clasped hands on the table in front of her. "Captain Hunt, since we are all have just met I think it would be helpful if you and I gave a brief history of our people's government and our missions."
Hunt was beginning to like this Captain Janeway. She got right to the point. "I think that is an excellent suggestion Captain Janeway. I must admit I am curious as to where you and your ship came from. I am sure feel the same way about me and my crew."
Janeway held back a laugh. Captain Hunt was a master of understatement. "Yes Captain, I think it would be good to appease our curiosity as soon as possible so we all can move on."
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Back on board Voyager, Commander Chakotay was on edge. It had been over 3 hours since the shuttlecraft had entered the wormhole and they were still no closer to locating the Captain Janeway, Tuvok, Paris, and Kim. "Ensign Ota, status report."
The Asian woman looked up from her console and began her report, knowing it wasn't what Chakotay wanted to hear. "I can find no wormholes in the Delta Quadrant."
"Thank you Ensign. Continue searching," Chakotay responded. The Native American knew it was a long shot that the same wormhole would reappear. The best case scenario was that Lieutenant Torres and her engineering team could find a way to recreate the wormhole.
"Well, Well. This is a sticky wicket isn't it Chakotay?"
Chakotay turned around to face the familiar voice. "Q! What do you want now?"
"Aw, don't look so glum Commander, Kathy and her away team may turn up. And then again they may not." Q retorted with a smile.