Culnac's Logs
Tom-
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Paris. I trust you've heard of me." Hathor said.
"Yeah, yeah." I replied. "Okay, I know you know that I'm a Tok'ra, but why did you tell Janeway that I'm a Goa'uld spy, for you?" Hathor just smiled. "And how did you know that I'm a Tok'ra?"
"First things first Tom, would you like something to eat, something to drink, or maybe some sleep?"
"No, and stop stalling!" Believe me, if I were an eye twitchier, it would start twitching now.
"Fine," Hathor got up from her 'throne' and headed towards me. "I'll stop stalling. If you have any knowledge of the past, you would know that the Goa'uld were traveling in ships across space long before humans could get past their beloved moon. With over three hundred years of advancements, our scanners had advanced, too. That was an obvious question, Mr. Paris."
"Can your scanners tell the names of everyone onboard?" I asked.
"No. We got into your computer core and copied it into our database. We were curious to see how far what do call Janeway's race now, Terrans? Yes, Terrans, to see how advanced the Terrans are."
"You could've asked. How did you even get into the core? Tuvok and Harry watch over it and you'd have to get through them and trip like a thousand alarms." I asked. Then, when Hathor was going to answer, Voyager shot at us.
"Shoot back at them. Destroy the ship for all I care. Janeway got her chance to leave and she blew it. Fire!" Hathor called. Hathor's ship and Voyager started to battle. Voyager was almost on the brink of destruction.
"Hathor, stop!" I called above all the yelling of the Jaffa. "Just leave them alone. Their species is still evolving and they aren't smart enough to know what's good for them."
"Then it's time to grow up. Fire again, and make this one count!" Hathor yelled.
"No, wait, please. I'll do anything, just don't hurt them." I looked at Hathor and she stared back.
"Cease fire and go to Warp, take us away from Voyager. Take Tom to one of the guest quarters and post two guards to follow and somewhat lead him while he's on board. We are going to have a very fun time, Tom. I look forward to it." With that I was taken to a very dull and sorta small room with only a table, a chair, and what looked like a replicater in one small room, a bed in another, and of course, a bathroom.
Culnac-
Stupid mistake. Why the hell did you say 'I'll do anything!'? You know she'll make sure that that anything will be something horrible.
Jack-
It's his crew.
Tameth-
And it's his and hopefully mine's captain. But, we wouldn't expect you to know about crews or friends when you've never been a real flesh and blood Human or Bajoran. You just take our memories and call them your own.
Tom-
By god, Tameth said something smart.
Jack-
Call the newspapers, call the reporters, and call his dead wife! This should be the headline on the Galaxy's Newspaper!
Tameth-
Hey, I'm smart; you know I did create that virus to use on the Asguard ships.
Culnac-
Before you get into another long explanation about it, let Tom tell the story.
Tameth-
But that could take days, even weeks!
Culnac-
Exactly.
Tom-
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Paris. I trust you've heard of me." Hathor said.
"Yeah, yeah." I replied. "Okay, I know you know that I'm a Tok'ra, but why did you tell Janeway that I'm a Goa'uld spy, for you?" Hathor just smiled. "And how did you know that I'm a Tok'ra?"
"First things first Tom, would you like something to eat, something to drink, or maybe some sleep?"
"No, and stop stalling!" Believe me, if I were an eye twitchier, it would start twitching now.
"Fine," Hathor got up from her 'throne' and headed towards me. "I'll stop stalling. If you have any knowledge of the past, you would know that the Goa'uld were traveling in ships across space long before humans could get past their beloved moon. With over three hundred years of advancements, our scanners had advanced, too. That was an obvious question, Mr. Paris."
"Can your scanners tell the names of everyone onboard?" I asked.
"No. We got into your computer core and copied it into our database. We were curious to see how far what do call Janeway's race now, Terrans? Yes, Terrans, to see how advanced the Terrans are."
"You could've asked. How did you even get into the core? Tuvok and Harry watch over it and you'd have to get through them and trip like a thousand alarms." I asked. Then, when Hathor was going to answer, Voyager shot at us.
"Shoot back at them. Destroy the ship for all I care. Janeway got her chance to leave and she blew it. Fire!" Hathor called. Hathor's ship and Voyager started to battle. Voyager was almost on the brink of destruction.
"Hathor, stop!" I called above all the yelling of the Jaffa. "Just leave them alone. Their species is still evolving and they aren't smart enough to know what's good for them."
"Then it's time to grow up. Fire again, and make this one count!" Hathor yelled.
"No, wait, please. I'll do anything, just don't hurt them." I looked at Hathor and she stared back.
"Cease fire and go to Warp, take us away from Voyager. Take Tom to one of the guest quarters and post two guards to follow and somewhat lead him while he's on board. We are going to have a very fun time, Tom. I look forward to it." With that I was taken to a very dull and sorta small room with only a table, a chair, and what looked like a replicater in one small room, a bed in another, and of course, a bathroom.
Culnac-
Stupid mistake. Why the hell did you say 'I'll do anything!'? You know she'll make sure that that anything will be something horrible.
Jack-
It's his crew.
Tameth-
And it's his and hopefully mine's captain. But, we wouldn't expect you to know about crews or friends when you've never been a real flesh and blood Human or Bajoran. You just take our memories and call them your own.
Tom-
By god, Tameth said something smart.
Jack-
Call the newspapers, call the reporters, and call his dead wife! This should be the headline on the Galaxy's Newspaper!
Tameth-
Hey, I'm smart; you know I did create that virus to use on the Asguard ships.
Culnac-
Before you get into another long explanation about it, let Tom tell the story.
Tameth-
But that could take days, even weeks!
Culnac-
Exactly.