Lothar's Musings.
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It has been two days since we left Earth. I don’t miss the place. Between Janeway, er Mirror Janeway, trying to brainwash people by having sex with them, my new upgrades, and getting back some of my memory; it has been a trying couple of days.
Right now Storvik is recovering a bit from his ordeal. I am not sure how it will effect him in the long run. Right now he is a Vulcan on the edge. I can tell he just wants to scream at the walls for a couple of days, but we just don’t have time. Our new Nacelles have strained our warp core. We are about to emerge back into normal space. Storvik assures me that he did his best so that we would travel in space but not in time. He said it was a mass/power ratio thingies. I really don’t care, but I have an idea that might fix it when we come out of Warp.
The Ship we are in is really not that bad when you get right down to it. It was built with upgrades in mind. Most of the conduits are well marked and easy to access. The hull is much stronger then it needs to be. And there are even some blank panels on the console for new controls. Either Starfleet took a bunch of tech out of this crate before turning into an elevator, or someone was selling off parts before I stole it. Storvik lost a bit more of his sanity when the ship we removed from Starfleet knew his name. Not only did it know his name, he passed whatever voice security locks and is able to give the ship verbal commands.
Anyway we need to emerge from our very deep Warp field now. Storvik is having the Vulcan equivalent to chicken soup, or so he tells me. This G’n Ahn T’Nik Soup smells like booze to me, and I should know. I just hope we don’t run into more Federation ships that Janeway must have sent after us. I just hope she has no idea where we are heading.
It has been two days since we left Earth. I don’t miss the place. Between Janeway, er Mirror Janeway, trying to brainwash people by having sex with them, my new upgrades, and getting back some of my memory; it has been a trying couple of days.
Right now Storvik is recovering a bit from his ordeal. I am not sure how it will effect him in the long run. Right now he is a Vulcan on the edge. I can tell he just wants to scream at the walls for a couple of days, but we just don’t have time. Our new Nacelles have strained our warp core. We are about to emerge back into normal space. Storvik assures me that he did his best so that we would travel in space but not in time. He said it was a mass/power ratio thingies. I really don’t care, but I have an idea that might fix it when we come out of Warp.
The Ship we are in is really not that bad when you get right down to it. It was built with upgrades in mind. Most of the conduits are well marked and easy to access. The hull is much stronger then it needs to be. And there are even some blank panels on the console for new controls. Either Starfleet took a bunch of tech out of this crate before turning into an elevator, or someone was selling off parts before I stole it. Storvik lost a bit more of his sanity when the ship we removed from Starfleet knew his name. Not only did it know his name, he passed whatever voice security locks and is able to give the ship verbal commands.
Anyway we need to emerge from our very deep Warp field now. Storvik is having the Vulcan equivalent to chicken soup, or so he tells me. This G’n Ahn T’Nik Soup smells like booze to me, and I should know. I just hope we don’t run into more Federation ships that Janeway must have sent after us. I just hope she has no idea where we are heading.