(no subject)
Things have taken a turn. Not for the better. I had a couple of nice days of shore leave, managed to involve myself in a few refreshing bar fights and I think I was about to get an actual assignment aboard the ship when it all went wrong.
We appear to have been catapulted back in the past, somewhere on earth. Aunts and Uncles know why or how we ended up here, much less how we are going to get back some way other than cryogenic stasis.
This place is incredibly primitive. I'm making log entries by hand for pity's sake.
Worst of all, we are all conspicuously odd in one way or another. Diz has spots and Rhiana is in full Romulan uniform, apparently my accent drives Americans into some kind of unrestrained rage and Therav is BLUE.
Worse than that, worst of all, they're not spies. At least, they're not Family spies, or even Federation spies. None of them are sending signals and trying to send signals of my own is like trying to talk to a plant. We're behind the lines here and I feel like I'm trying to read the manual for a sensor array upside down and backwards.
Something tells me we're going to spend the rest of our lives here. And we don't even know where "here" is.