[037: voice]
So this makes the fifth time I've almost died of dehydration or frozen to death. If I was more superstitious, I'd think the universe was tryin' to tell me something.
... Back during our first year out on Enterprise, me and our tactical officer were investigating an asteroid field out in one of our shuttlepods. We lost sensors and communications for a while, so we'd been outta contact with the ship when we found an asteroid with an impact crater and debris from Enterprise on it. We thought the ship had been destroyed, we only had ten days of air left on board, and we had no way of contacting Starfleet to tell them what had happened. Malcolm was dead set on the whole thing bein' pointless, we should just give up and start makin' records of what happened for when anyone found the shuttlepod with our bodies on it, but I didn't want to write us off just yet.
Of course it turned out Enterprise was fine, but it was a long couple days of freezin' bickering before we figured it out, because of the damaged comm system. Malcolm was dictating letters to every girl he ever dated, which made it kinda hard to focus on actually tryin' to fix the damn ship, especially when some of the little bits of asteroid punctured the hull and cut our oxygen down to about two days for the both of us. We blew up our impulse drive so Enterprise would have something to look for, but we didn't have a way to tell if it'd worked or not, and I almost climbed out of the airlock so he'd have more time to wait for rescue.
Anyway. They found us with a couple hours of oxygen left, and we spent the next couple days in sickbay tryin' to get warmed up again. If they'd shown up a little later, we would've frozen to death or asphyxiated.
I'd kinda rather be stuck in the CES like that again rather than think it was just me and one other person stuck in space, thinkin' everyone else we cared about was dead and knowin' we weren't gonna be that far behind.
[Private to Moriarty]
We need to have a talk.
[Private to the Admiral, added in after talking with Jim]
Please give Moriarty his filters back.
... Back during our first year out on Enterprise, me and our tactical officer were investigating an asteroid field out in one of our shuttlepods. We lost sensors and communications for a while, so we'd been outta contact with the ship when we found an asteroid with an impact crater and debris from Enterprise on it. We thought the ship had been destroyed, we only had ten days of air left on board, and we had no way of contacting Starfleet to tell them what had happened. Malcolm was dead set on the whole thing bein' pointless, we should just give up and start makin' records of what happened for when anyone found the shuttlepod with our bodies on it, but I didn't want to write us off just yet.
Of course it turned out Enterprise was fine, but it was a long couple days of freezin' bickering before we figured it out, because of the damaged comm system. Malcolm was dictating letters to every girl he ever dated, which made it kinda hard to focus on actually tryin' to fix the damn ship, especially when some of the little bits of asteroid punctured the hull and cut our oxygen down to about two days for the both of us. We blew up our impulse drive so Enterprise would have something to look for, but we didn't have a way to tell if it'd worked or not, and I almost climbed out of the airlock so he'd have more time to wait for rescue.
Anyway. They found us with a couple hours of oxygen left, and we spent the next couple days in sickbay tryin' to get warmed up again. If they'd shown up a little later, we would've frozen to death or asphyxiated.
I'd kinda rather be stuck in the CES like that again rather than think it was just me and one other person stuck in space, thinkin' everyone else we cared about was dead and knowin' we weren't gonna be that far behind.
[Private to Moriarty]
We need to have a talk.
[Private to the Admiral, added in after talking with Jim]
Please give Moriarty his filters back.