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In sickbay, the automated systems scanned Kes and the triage programs examined her injuries. They determined that the Emergency Medical Hologram didn’t need to be activated, rather that a Nurse DOT could treat her. Voyager agreed, she didn’t want to override the medical systems if she didn’t need to. Besides, it seemed that Ocampa were similar enough to Humans.
“So, you’re completely sapient?” Kes asked.
“Yes. I run without a crew, as most Starfleet ships do, although I do have the facilities for one,” Voyager answered.
A Nurse DOT started treating Kes. Voyager turned to Neelix. “If you told me what you had planned, I might have anticipated your irrational behaviour.”
“Irrational? We rescued Kes, didn’t we,” Neelix shot back.
“Excuse me. Don’t blame Neelix,” Kes said as the Nurse DOT finished running a dermal regenerator over one of her now healing bruises. “I never should have gone to the surface. I'm too curious. I'm told it's my worst failing.”
“No, no, it's a wonderful quality. Your most endearing,” Neelix argued.
“But we need to get in contact with your people, so we could find out more about the Caretaker. Learn if he can send us home,” Voyager said.
“We don’t have much information,” Kes said. Just that he cares for us. After the catastrophe, he created the city and provides energy. That’s all.”
“So, we would have to approach the Caretaker directly,” Voyager surmised. “But he ignored us when we tried to contact him.”
“What I also know is that he had sent people from the crews he abducted to us. But they died from some kind of illness,” Kes added.
“But you don’t know much more?” Voyager asked.
“I’m afraid not.”
Voyager waited as Kes was patched up, as it were. She contacted the Maquis ship.
I’m going to gather data from the Ocampa.
How? Sensors aren’t picking up an underground city.
I know. But transporters may be able to penetrate whatever barriers the Caretaker may have put in place. I’ll beam a DOT in with a tricorder. The Ocampa won’t know it’s there. The Prime Directive won’t be broken.
Starfleet and their precious Directive, the Maquis ship sent in a tone of annoyance. I would say that we’re already involved.
Voyager found herself agreeing.
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“So, you’re completely sapient?” Kes asked.
“Yes. I run without a crew, as most Starfleet ships do, although I do have the facilities for one,” Voyager answered.
A Nurse DOT started treating Kes. Voyager turned to Neelix. “If you told me what you had planned, I might have anticipated your irrational behaviour.”
“Irrational? We rescued Kes, didn’t we,” Neelix shot back.
“Excuse me. Don’t blame Neelix,” Kes said as the Nurse DOT finished running a dermal regenerator over one of her now healing bruises. “I never should have gone to the surface. I'm too curious. I'm told it's my worst failing.”
“No, no, it's a wonderful quality. Your most endearing,” Neelix argued.
“But we need to get in contact with your people, so we could find out more about the Caretaker. Learn if he can send us home,” Voyager said.
“We don’t have much information,” Kes said. Just that he cares for us. After the catastrophe, he created the city and provides energy. That’s all.”
“So, we would have to approach the Caretaker directly,” Voyager surmised. “But he ignored us when we tried to contact him.”
“What I also know is that he had sent people from the crews he abducted to us. But they died from some kind of illness,” Kes added.
“But you don’t know much more?” Voyager asked.
“I’m afraid not.”
Voyager waited as Kes was patched up, as it were. She contacted the Maquis ship.
I’m going to gather data from the Ocampa.
How? Sensors aren’t picking up an underground city.
I know. But transporters may be able to penetrate whatever barriers the Caretaker may have put in place. I’ll beam a DOT in with a tricorder. The Ocampa won’t know it’s there. The Prime Directive won’t be broken.
Starfleet and their precious Directive, the Maquis ship sent in a tone of annoyance. I would say that we’re already involved.
Voyager found herself agreeing.
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