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Sat, Mar. 6th, 2004, 08:56 pm
Recall Recall Recall

I've rarely used this system for quite a while now. I needed the time to think. Clear my head.

From what I was told, I was left for days after my accident in the Flyer.

The Flyer's logs show me trying to fix a faulty plasma relay in a lower, inner compartment, when suddenly I slipped and snagged an electricity supply transfer relay, jolting upward, knocking myself out on the panel's frame and slumping, followed by my regaining consciousness, dragging myself away from the panel, calling sickbay, then passing out again.

And lying there on the log's time index.

For hours.

It's a hell of a thing not knowing what you did, then seeing it on screen in full colour.

Doc says I'm fully recovered, but gave me some information on memory lapses and the like.

Going through that and forgetting what happened, or being left there so long, throughout shore leave no less.

I don't know which is worse.

Maybe I'll go see B'Elanna or play Captain Pr...

No. I'll just...read over Doc's notes.

B'Elanna seems coldly distant lately for some reason.
(I have no clue why.)
And I'm sure Harry's got his hands full at Ops.

If anyone needs me...leave a message at the beep.

Beep.

Wed, Jan. 28th, 2004, 10:26 pm
Meanwhile, on the Delta Flyer in Voyager's Shuttlebay...

::wakes up suddenly, dizzy and sore.::

Ow...mmpfhh...waddahell...?!

::holds his head, trying to make the room stay still, closing his eyes and shaking his head, making it worse::

Ohdathelped...

::passes out again.::

Wed, Jan. 21st, 2004, 10:55 am
A Darkened Spacecraft...

::inside the Delta Flyer, with a panel free and Isolinear chips laid out everywhere, Tom Paris lays barely inside the access panel's crawl space, asleep, a red bump on his forehead the size of a golf ball.::

zZzZzZzZzZz...

::slowly, he stirs, and gingerly opens his eyes, the light from the access panel playing across his face in the darkened powered down vessel, slowly reaching for his head.::

zZz-Mmm-wha?!
Owwwwwww...good God...!

::wincing and inhaling sharply through his teeth, moves his other hand to his commbadge, tapping it.::

Mmmm...Paris to Sick...Sickbay...

::blinks to clear his vision, and clears his throat.::

...assistance...or beamout...required in the Shuttlebay...the Delta Flyer...

::grunts, then taps his commbadge again, cutting the signal off, wincing as he does, checking that hand to find burn on his palm caused by a plasma conduit.::

...how the hell did I manage that...?

::looks up at the panel, thinking back.::

...wait...zapped...headbutted...then woke up...right...?

::thinks about the events while the Med team decide what to do next.::

Wed, Nov. 26th, 2003, 01:16 am
"We're Gonna Need A Bigger Starship..."

Wow.

We're going to "Ride the rapids" tommorrow.

I'm glad I spoke up and gave Harry's idea a nudge, otherwise we could have a useless deactivated drive on our hands right now.

After all the hard work that everyone's done and stressed out about for this long(and B'Elanna Torres, I'm looking at you as the one who's worked the absolute hardest, and I love you for it, despite some bad friction we've had because of it), it would just deflate morale so fast if we had to give up...

Now I've got to be up and alert to pilot Voyager, with Harry and Chakotay ahead of me.

I can't think of two guys I'd be more trusting of.

Harry's been a good friend for what, five years now?
I can't think of anyone I hold in higher regard, especially since he was one of the only crewmembers who even tried to know me when I first got here as an "observer".

And Chakotay? We had our differences, but since the "Caretaker Incident", when I got his butt out of there, that at least started the road to some kind of treaty between us, and that's developed into a good Commanding Officer/friend relationship.

With those two up ahead relaying information to me at the Helm, we'll be home in no time!

But home to what?Collapse )

Mon, Nov. 10th, 2003, 11:48 pm
Curiosity...

I woke up earlier, unable to sleep(well, six hours is plenty anyway), and on my way across the room, I found a PADD in the room, sat on top of the bench.

Out of curiosity, I picked it up and had a good look at it.

Turns out it's the Slipstream Drive's diagrams, schematics and engineer's notes by B'Elanna.

I wasn't scheduled to head into Sickbay for at least a few more hours, so I got dressed and headed for Holodeck two.

I'd been here for one or two hours, and out of curiosity(and insomnia), I decided to recreate Voyager's newfound engine system(easily done after transferring schematics into the Holodeck's systems), and took her for a bit of a spin, a "Test Drive".

I won't name names, but I was told earlier that soon there'd be a big celebration, a christening of the new engine, but I don't know if I'll be on time for it...

These simulations don't look too good.
I hope it's just the data I entered(but I doubt it).
I keep getting a nagging variance that keeps appearing. Point four two. Not a good sign.

I need a hand with all of this data, or at least more information, so I can make sure this simulation isn't as bad as I think it could actually be.
I don't want to be the messenger. The bearer of bad news.

They're the ones who get shot.

Maybe I'll check the real Engineering stations first...

Better safe than space debris.

Sun, Nov. 9th, 2003, 11:38 pm
Not the best day I've ever had...

Well, yesterday could have gone better.

Last night's big dinner ended up as Replicator Recycle.

I don't know exactly where B'Elanna was, or what she was up to, but I Commed her, hell, I even went looking for her, but couldn't find her anywhere.

I know she's had her hands full with the Slipstream drive, but hell.

She completely forgot.

Sat, Oct. 25th, 2003, 11:54 am
Dinner.

1801HRS:

The recipe I have from the Isolinear chip has been with me all afternoon, and I've made sure I could see it on my PADD from where I've been working, and gathered the neccessary hotplates, utensils and other items borrowed from Neelix(thanks again!), and started up the preperation.

It's nothing fancy, but I'm sure B'Elanna's going to love it after a long day at work.

It's a Terran recipe, and well known and loved by quite a few crewmembers I know, including me(and no, it isn't pizza).

1817HRS:

Along with what I mentioned, I managed to get a few suprise ingredients and other things from others around the ship(you know who you are), and they're all set up around the room.

1844HRS:

B'Elanna must be pretty busy down in Engineering. Food's almost ready, but she's still not here yet.

I hope she hasn't worked all day again. We did agree on tonight at about 1830 for the meal. Good thing I started a little later than I planned.

1858HRS:

I'll give it ten more minutes, then I'm Comming her.
Dinner's still ok, but any longer than that and it might need an emergency beamout.

I just hope she hasn't forgotten.

Thu, Oct. 2nd, 2003, 11:39 pm
Musical Medicine and other oddities...

Today was interesting.

In Sickbay I played quite a few of the songs I mentioned in my last log, but I don't think Doc saw the coincidental humour in him telling me his thoughts on choosing his name again, and at exactly that moment, 'Doctor Who' started blaring over the audio channel.
The look on his face when it registered in his mind wasn't the happiest I've seen him. I think he thought I triggered the track to play. It just happened! Pure coincidence.

He told me to take a break, so I checked the LJ system, and found B'Elanna paristorres was still working on the project in Engineering. She sounded tired, bored or both, so I grabbed a couple of sandwiches from the Replicator, and found her slaving away in a nearby Jefferies tube, making alterations. I couldn't be told what exactly, at least, not yet, but she and I took a break to...talk and actually eat something.

After a short while, I headed back to Sickbay, where I found Doc trying to shut off the audio system. He'd tried to take it offline, but had accidentally triggered one song to play for at least half an hour.

It also made me realise some of the songs I have, like the one that was looping, called 'Joop!', aren't as entertaining as I first thought it was.

Helm duty was pretty average, Captain kathrynjaneway and chakotay sat behind me, seven_of_nine behind them, and harry_kim at Ops.

There was a bump or two, but it turned out that it was just the inertial dampners playing up. As if B'Elanna didn't have enough on her plate. She dispatched a team to check the problem, and Voyager's flying a lot smoother now.
The dampners must have been left on the backburner while the project was being worked on.

I've just showered and changed into off-duty clothes, and I'm all set for the dinner I promised B'Elanna, I just need to get her to take an hour off.
It sounds easy in theory, but when she's on a roll working, she'll plow through the work until it's solved, completed, or completely useless.

Wish me luck!

Mon, Sep. 29th, 2003, 08:42 pm
Back Aboard Voyager

Hoo boy, what a week.

The mission didn't go quite like I expected. The forecast wasn't as accurate as Seven (seven_of_nine) predicted, but that wasn't her fault. The storms were highly unpredictable. I had to keep my eye on the ball several hours at a time until the storms calmed down, then they'd flare up again.

The biggest hit was right out of my field of view at the time. It's a good thing I've been not only training on the holodeck, but also that B'Elanna (paristorres) made the ship more responsive than it used to be. It really helped when I fought against the atmospheric pressure around the hull, burning against the shields.

I don't remember much about the impact. I think I blacked out, but I remember being awake moments afterward, seeing _tuvok_ and Sam pretty much looking as injured, if not worse.

Thankfully the Doc's(emh) training paid off, Sam's injuries postphoned by my first aid. I've already thought about what would have happened if I wasn't trained, or if someone else went on this mission, but I don't want to think about it. It's too disturbing thinking like that. At one point, I started thinking about life aboard Voyager if I hadn't made it back. I don't know if that's just me recovering from a near-death experience or just disturbing thoughts, but it's kept me awake once or twice this week.

I'm still gearing up for B'Elanna's (paristorres)dinner, that is, our dinner together, and the recipe I've chosen will absolutely tear up my Replicator rations, but apparently it's quite a recipe. I've simulated making it on the holodeck, which didn't go too well when I began, but I got the hang of it. It also reminds me that I wanted to look up "Pu'kka Tuk'ka" in the LCARS language database. The simulator chef kept using the term, and I have no clue what it means.

Anyway, got to go, Sickbay shift starts in a few minutes, and thanks to Captain kathrynjaneway, my Helm duties aren't as often as usual, but I still have my medical duties, and thankfully Doc (emh) was curious about the collection of music I have on my personal database. I've listed them on a PADD, and we're going to get the Computer to play a few on request.

I can't wait until he hits the entry I renamed 'Alfred Matthew Yankovic'.

Thu, Sep. 25th, 2003, 08:30 pm
[UNTITLED]

[LJ PADD ENTRY]
[LINKUP ERROR]
[STORING TO INTERNAL SYSTEMS]

I know I've already written my last Log, but I'll be damned if I'm giving up yet.

Tuvok and I have worked on the Flyer's air supply, even hooking up the EVA suit canister we found sealed in with us to the main air ventilation system, but it's only extended the air supply by about half an hour, maybe less.

I'm about to record my video log, but I'm just...stunned that this can happen.

I'll be damned if I'm giving up. I'll probably keep kicking after the air runs out, fighting to the end.

B'Elanna's 'Never Surrender!' warrior spirit must have rubbed off onto me.

The plasma relays are (as far as we can see) totally destroyed, so the power supply's not too good. Tuvok and I have it running the environmental systems, lighting, and basic systems. At this stage, running the EBS will be a luxury, draining the power by about twenty percent, but Sam and I intend to leave some kind of 'live' message for anyone who does find the Flyer.

Gotta go work. Tuvok needs my help. He thinks he might have found a way to extend the power supply using his tricorder's own supply. Not that it'll help much, but every little bit helps, especially right now.

[END LJ PADD ENTRY]

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