(no subject)
I watched the sun rise, feeling a knot of anxiety loosen in my gut as the sky lightened. Normally I can function as well at night as I do during the day. On a starship, or even on a communications buoy night shifts are much the same as day shifts and with my years of covert training actual night on a planet is just a different environmental situation to adapt to.
I hate to admit it, but the prospect of time travel has thrown me completely off balance. There seem to be thousands of problems here, in this time that I don’t have to think about normally. I hate to admit how little I know of this period but I’m pretty sure if I’m not careful I could catch botulism or plague. They probably had almost no sanitary procedures for food preparation. God knows what state medical science was in.
Then there are the people I am stuck here with. Diz seems to be in her element. Thank goodness someone is because the Romulan and the Andorian were on the verge of killing each other and possibly the local boy we have befriended. From all that I have seen this Therav is paranoid, erratic and violent. He would probably make a better Klingon officer than a Starfleet officer. I could be judging him too harshly. He could be just as off balance as I am, with many of the same concerns. Then again I found some of his bugs in my quarters. I can’t say I have ever been a stickler for ethics but I have never put surveillance cameras in someone’s bathroom unless I was specifically assigned to spy on them.
Then there is the problem of getting back. Or forward. Or whatever. I’m not a specialist in quantum physics, or meta-physics, or whatever physics is involved with a broken statue causing time travel.
For now I am determined to treat this as a deep cover infiltration. That means we have no contact with handlers, no help if our cover is blown and we have to find our objective and extract ourselves with no help from our superiors. There is just the added complexity of not touching anything.
Once we get home I believe I will undertake an investigation of the circumstances behind our little trip. Once I find out who contrived to dump us here I think I will beat them to a bloody pulp.