Dearest Diary,
I write to you from a distant land. What a day it has been! Today, adorned in my travel robes, with Lonzak and Geoffrey by my side, we entered the world of The Voyager. A strange place indeed. Long winding hallways, creatures in every form and this odd humming sound that reverberated throughout all of The Voyager.
As always, my celebrity caused quite a commotion. We were greeted the moment we crossed the threshold by a strapping group of soldiers, who incidentally, decided to bring along their wives. It was rather sweet actually. They allow the women in The Voyager to carry guns and pretend to have little jobs of their own. They asked what my business was and I was happy to inform them that I was soon to be the ruler of this new dimension. After my declaration I, along with my men, were escorted to what I would call a rather bleak foyer until I was quickly informed we had been placed into an odd depiction of a dungeon.
You would have not believed my dismay! Trapped in a dungeon with an idiotic brood I sadly refer to as my henchmen and no signs of where my dear bride may be! Soon after being herded about like cattle, I was then approached by an odd fellow who went by the name of Tuvok. A strange man. He had the audacity to interrogate me and merely raised a well defined eyebrow when I spoke of my magnitude. It was maddening! This Tuvok was relentless in his questioning.
"Why are you here?"
"Who is this Arachnia you speak of?"
"Are you aware that stripes may make you look wider than you really are?"
I thought this plane of existence could not possibly worsen until I looked over Mr. Tuvok's shoulder to see none other than Captain Proton himself enter my imprisoned quarters. Proton smugly informed Mr. Tuvok their Captain wished to see me. I look forward to meeting this Captain and witnessing the fool bow to his new leader!
Your Welcome,
Chaotica
P.S. I feel this Tuvok crossed a line. I look fabulous in stripes!