Hailing Frequencies Open . . .

B'Elanna

"If I may interrupt," Pilot says over the clamshell before Aeryn Sun can say something. "I fear that there is a more pressing concern!

"Not only has everyone aboard been shaken and rattled about by the . . .event but Moya is floating dead and blind in space," he goes on, frowning out from the clamshell communication device. "Furthermore, whatever has done what it has done to us . . . . Moya's in extreme pain and . . .

"We may lose the child," Pilot finishes up, whispering the last.

"Oh Hell no are we losing Talyn," I mutter to myself aloud.

. . .

Oh my, did I just say that aloud?

"Talyn was my father's name," Aeryn Sun (native) says softly, blinking.

You'd think after the first time when Betty and Ragan whispered about this stuff, thinking that it was low enough to be unheard, that I wouldn't have made the same mistake! Now, Sebacians I saw had superb hearing and I'd spoken in a lower tone than what had happened with my human friends. . . .but not low enough!

Great. Just great.

Elrondir

"I know," I say softly, looking first at Sun and then Crichton. "I had been getting to that."

Not berating Pilot for the interruption. Very important thing that he'd announced, really! Just it's that while I'd gotten to the part about us being from an alternate reality but hadn't gotten to the part where some of the realities (like either Aeryn Pip's and Chiana's) were further down the time line than here and now. Don't think that the "alternate reality" thing had percolated through their mind's yet. That and I had been greeted by varying degrees of belief or non-belief (those who'd been listening to my explanation instead of mad-dogging the Replicants.

You know, I could just almost swear that it had been an interaction between the warpdrive of a Military (or Star Fleet) vessel and the hetch drive on Moya. During the downtime back on Core Earth (back when my sister Inquirer was recuperating from her ordeals) I'd run some simulations to minimize the possible bad side effects of alien technologies coming into play. One of the simulations had been quiet like what Moya had just happened here and now.

Then again, could be something else. Without getting a good look OUTSIDE, there is no way of telling, right? Not like our tricorders can reach out far to tell, especially through Moya's living hull!

That is one of many things that must be addressed. Of course, the problem here is that we're still not exactly trusted by everyone here. Some do, but the vote goes against us in damage control and seeing after Talyn (or whatever the kid will be called in this reality). Even though we do point out we have experience (some of our members, anyway) with Leviathan offspring, we're turned down.

And unless we want to fight, we'll have to stay out of things.

Fine then! We can take hints and know where we're not wanted. Oh, I'm sure that the others here will want to know how we actually got ON here and how we're going to leave. Oh, Zhaan had been kind enough (and Crichton tolerable enough, even if he'd thought we were full of shit with our "phasors" and all that, thought we had read his mind and was now f*cking with him) but I figure that time to split and get back to our way home and . . .

Of course, that is about the time our boy Crichton having gotten back from splicing and patching neural sensors and all that, orders Pilot to put up on the clamshell what he's now detecting outside and . . .

"You have got to be kidding me!" the astronaut gags, looking at the starship outside.

Oh, it's not like the Enterprise but our boy John here knows enough Star Trek to recognize a Star Trek: TOS style spaceship when he sees it.

"Pilot, is this some kind of sick alien joke?" Crichton rallies, trying to shake of his surprise. "That can't be . . ."

"No joke Commander," Pilot says in his fussy, slightly harassed bookkeeper style of voice. "What you see there is exactly what Moya's sensors are picking up!"

B'Elanna

I cough gently, drawing the human's attention to me.

1. "Time for this 'Crackerjack' toy you think?" I say sweetly (and more than a little mockingly). "Sorry, but my 'Captain Midnight' decoder ring is on the blink but this combadge should do it . . ."

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