[ A damaged ship, a rogue transwarp conduit and it’s the Delta quadrant all over again. There’s something familiar, something wrong about the stars when she drops back into normal space, peering out of the cracked windows, forcefields keeping life support in place. It’s certainly a corner of the universe Seven never expected to find herself in again, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, years as a drone somehow managing to keep the panic from spiking. Sending out a distress call is risky but there are few options; her ship isn’t large enough for an escape pod and the computer keeps reminding her there are 13.43 hours of oxygen remaining. She almost wishes she were in a cube; at least her resources would be nearly limitless.
But fate, if it exists, seems to have different plans in store for her.
Voyager’s shadow easily envelops her little flyer, awed and shocked as her distress signal is answered, Tuvok’s familiar cadence on the other end. It’s audio only, the sights and sounds of home nearly overwhelming her before she can find her balance again. The bridge is understandably mistrustful but her ship is Starfleet-made and it’s enough to convince the Captain (the Captain — she hasn’t seen her Janeway in too long) to beam her on board, security in place to meet her.
And there she is again, safe and sound and still very far from where she is meant to be, met in transporter room three by Janeway herself, flanked by Tuvok and Harry Kim. Seven’s mouth quirks up at one corner, wondering, of course, if her past self is here, if they’ve met yet, if any of these people she knows as her family know her. ]
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But fate, if it exists, seems to have different plans in store for her.
Voyager’s shadow easily envelops her little flyer, awed and shocked as her distress signal is answered, Tuvok’s familiar cadence on the other end. It’s audio only, the sights and sounds of home nearly overwhelming her before she can find her balance again. The bridge is understandably mistrustful but her ship is Starfleet-made and it’s enough to convince the Captain (the Captain — she hasn’t seen her Janeway in too long) to beam her on board, security in place to meet her.
And there she is again, safe and sound and still very far from where she is meant to be, met in transporter room three by Janeway herself, flanked by Tuvok and Harry Kim. Seven’s mouth quirks up at one corner, wondering, of course, if her past self is here, if they’ve met yet, if any of these people she knows as her family know her. ]
Greetings. Do... you know me, Captain?