taxonomites Fourth Wall Event
B'Elanna sat at a table outside a coffee shop in Osten, a forgotten cup of raktajino on the table next to her and her tablet in hand.
In an ideal world, Voyager would have arrived with photon torpedos primed and engines blazing. But this wasn't an ideal world. As much as she hated to admit it, B'Elanna knew that she was more likely to be reunited with her crew mates if they were imprisoned as well. The rescue she'd been waiting for - and would keep on waiting for, because she wasn't and would never be the sort of person to give up - was dependent on a lot discoveries that had yet to be made.
She missed her crew, of course. During the years in the Delta Quadrat, they'd become more like a family than anything else. That was exactly why she hoped that she wouldn't spot a familiar name on the map. She didn't want them to experience the sense of helplessness and isolation that came with this sort of imprisonment. She didn't want them to have to put up with the uncertain danger of the smaller glitches and the widespread panic of the citywide glitches. She just wanted to get home.
Giving up, she got to her feet and pocketed her tablet. The Delta Flyer was a short walk away. Home was supposed to be where the heart is and, in Taxon, it was the closest thing to a home that she had.
In an ideal world, Voyager would have arrived with photon torpedos primed and engines blazing. But this wasn't an ideal world. As much as she hated to admit it, B'Elanna knew that she was more likely to be reunited with her crew mates if they were imprisoned as well. The rescue she'd been waiting for - and would keep on waiting for, because she wasn't and would never be the sort of person to give up - was dependent on a lot discoveries that had yet to be made.
She missed her crew, of course. During the years in the Delta Quadrat, they'd become more like a family than anything else. That was exactly why she hoped that she wouldn't spot a familiar name on the map. She didn't want them to experience the sense of helplessness and isolation that came with this sort of imprisonment. She didn't want them to have to put up with the uncertain danger of the smaller glitches and the widespread panic of the citywide glitches. She just wanted to get home.
Giving up, she got to her feet and pocketed her tablet. The Delta Flyer was a short walk away. Home was supposed to be where the heart is and, in Taxon, it was the closest thing to a home that she had.