Daria's Voyager - Ep 1 - Part 1
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fardell24Daria’s Voyager
Caretaker of the Ocampsters
Federation Penal Colony, New Zealand, United Earth, United Federation of Planets
14 April 2371
Tom Sloane was busy repairing a vehicle when he heard a fairly monotonous voice.
"Tom Sloane?"
He turned to the source of the voice. A short female Human in a Starfleet Captain's uniform.
"That's me," he said.
"Daria Morgendorffer, I served with your father on the Al-Batani. I wonder if we could go somewhere and talk."
"About What?"
"About a job we'd like you to do for us," the Captain asked. Sarcasm showed heavily in her tone.
"I am already doing a job, for the Federation," Tom shot back, with equal sarcasm.
"I've been told the Rehab Commission is rather pleased with your work. They've given me their approval to discuss this matter with you."
"I guess I'm yours."
---
"Your father taught me a great deal. I was his science officer during the Orias expedition," Captain Morgendorffer explained.
"You must be good. My father only accepts the best and the brightest.
"I'm leaving on a mission to find a Maquis ship that disappeared in the Badlands a week ago."
"I wouldn't if I were you," Sloane said.
"Really?" the Captain said with her habitual sarcasm, heavier than she had been using it so far,
"I've never seen a Federation starship that could manoeuvre through the plasma storms."
"You've never seen Voyager. I'd like you to come along."
"I see you want me to lead you to my former colleagues. I was only with the Maquis for a few weeks before I was captured, Captain. I don't know where most of their hiding places are."
"Your knowledge of the territory is better than any other's."
"What's so important about this particular Maquis ship?"
"My Chief of Security was on board, undercover. She was supposed to report in twice during the last six days. She didn't."
"Maybe it was your Chief of Security who disappeared."
"Maybe. That ship was under the command of another former Starfleet officer, named Griffin. I understand you knew her.
"Correct."
"I was told that you didn't get along well with her."
"Cassandra Griffin would tell you she left Starfleet on principle, to defend her home colony from the Cardassians. On the other hand, I was forced to resign. She considered me a mercenary, willing to fight for anyone who'd pay my bar bill. The trouble is, she was right!" Sloane said with exhasperation. "I have no problem helping to track down my 'friends' in the Maquis. Question is, Captain Morgendorffer, what is in it for me?"
"If you help us find that ship, we'll help you at your next outmeet review."
"Got it."
"Officially, you'll be a Starfleet observer during the mission."
"Observer? But, I'm the best pilot you could have!"
"You'll be an observer, Mr. Sloane."
"Story of my life."
Daria smiled. He was in.
--
23 April 2012
The shuttlecraft approached a space station.
“Ameli, you’re changing my mind about Betazoids,” Sloane commented.
“Good,” Ensign Ameli said.
“Oh, that wasn't a compliment. Until today I always considered your people warm and sensual.”
“I can be warm and sensual!” Ameli retorted.
“Just not to me.”
“Do you always fly at women at warp speed, Mister Sloane?”
“Only when I can see them,” Tom replied.
Ameli pointed out a ship docked to the ex-Cardassian space station. “That’s our ship. That’s Voyager.Intrepid class. Sustainable cruise velocity of warp factor nine point nine seven five. Fifteen decks. Crew complement of one hundred and forty one.Bio-neural circuitry.”
Tom was confused. “Bioneural?”
“Some of the traditional circuitry has been replaced by gel packs that contain bio-neural cells. They organise information more efficiently and speeds up response time,” Ameli answered.
They flew past Voyager and docked with Deep Space Nine...
Caretaker of the Ocampsters
Federation Penal Colony, New Zealand, United Earth, United Federation of Planets
14 April 2371
Tom Sloane was busy repairing a vehicle when he heard a fairly monotonous voice.
"Tom Sloane?"
He turned to the source of the voice. A short female Human in a Starfleet Captain's uniform.
"That's me," he said.
"Daria Morgendorffer, I served with your father on the Al-Batani. I wonder if we could go somewhere and talk."
"About What?"
"About a job we'd like you to do for us," the Captain asked. Sarcasm showed heavily in her tone.
"I am already doing a job, for the Federation," Tom shot back, with equal sarcasm.
"I've been told the Rehab Commission is rather pleased with your work. They've given me their approval to discuss this matter with you."
"I guess I'm yours."
---
"Your father taught me a great deal. I was his science officer during the Orias expedition," Captain Morgendorffer explained.
"You must be good. My father only accepts the best and the brightest.
"I'm leaving on a mission to find a Maquis ship that disappeared in the Badlands a week ago."
"I wouldn't if I were you," Sloane said.
"Really?" the Captain said with her habitual sarcasm, heavier than she had been using it so far,
"I've never seen a Federation starship that could manoeuvre through the plasma storms."
"You've never seen Voyager. I'd like you to come along."
"I see you want me to lead you to my former colleagues. I was only with the Maquis for a few weeks before I was captured, Captain. I don't know where most of their hiding places are."
"Your knowledge of the territory is better than any other's."
"What's so important about this particular Maquis ship?"
"My Chief of Security was on board, undercover. She was supposed to report in twice during the last six days. She didn't."
"Maybe it was your Chief of Security who disappeared."
"Maybe. That ship was under the command of another former Starfleet officer, named Griffin. I understand you knew her.
"Correct."
"I was told that you didn't get along well with her."
"Cassandra Griffin would tell you she left Starfleet on principle, to defend her home colony from the Cardassians. On the other hand, I was forced to resign. She considered me a mercenary, willing to fight for anyone who'd pay my bar bill. The trouble is, she was right!" Sloane said with exhasperation. "I have no problem helping to track down my 'friends' in the Maquis. Question is, Captain Morgendorffer, what is in it for me?"
"If you help us find that ship, we'll help you at your next outmeet review."
"Got it."
"Officially, you'll be a Starfleet observer during the mission."
"Observer? But, I'm the best pilot you could have!"
"You'll be an observer, Mr. Sloane."
"Story of my life."
Daria smiled. He was in.
--
23 April 2012
The shuttlecraft approached a space station.
“Ameli, you’re changing my mind about Betazoids,” Sloane commented.
“Good,” Ensign Ameli said.
“Oh, that wasn't a compliment. Until today I always considered your people warm and sensual.”
“I can be warm and sensual!” Ameli retorted.
“Just not to me.”
“Do you always fly at women at warp speed, Mister Sloane?”
“Only when I can see them,” Tom replied.
Ameli pointed out a ship docked to the ex-Cardassian space station. “That’s our ship. That’s Voyager.Intrepid class. Sustainable cruise velocity of warp factor nine point nine seven five. Fifteen decks. Crew complement of one hundred and forty one.Bio-neural circuitry.”
Tom was confused. “Bioneural?”
“Some of the traditional circuitry has been replaced by gel packs that contain bio-neural cells. They organise information more efficiently and speeds up response time,” Ameli answered.
They flew past Voyager and docked with Deep Space Nine...
