The Dragon: Once per episode, at the beginning of combat place an Advantage on the field representing a cunning tactic or strategy devised by Danara Pel.
NAME
USS Voyager
PROF.
MULTIROLE
CLASS
Sovereign Class Heavy Exploration Vessel
CONST
2371
SHIELDS
13/13
RESISTANCE
6
SCALE
6
POWER
13/13
CREW SUPPORT
6
SMALL CRAFT
5
COMMS
ENGINES
STRUCTURE
COMPUTERS
SENSORS
WEAPONS
BREACHES
0/6
0/6
0/6
0/6
0/6
0/6
9
11
10
11
9
10
COMMAND
3
12
14
13
14
12
13
CONNING
2
12
14
13
14
12
13
ENGINEERING
2
11
13
12
13
11
12
SECURITY
3
13
15
14
16
13
14
SCIENCE
2
11
13
12
13
11
12
MEDICINE
2
11
13
12
13
11
12
TALENTS
Command Ship: Can give advantages using Command within range to Away Missions or to supporting ships.
EMH: Has an EMH!
Improved Warp Drive: When going to warp, roll 1cd on an effect, regain the power point.
Quantum Torpedoes: Can use Quantum Torpedoes! (60 total)
Secondary Reactors: +5 to Power
High Resolution Sensors: +1 momentum to out of combat sensor checks.
TRAITS
Federation Starship – A highly sophisticated and advanced vessel, with holodecks, replicators, and similar comforts, primarily designed to handle multiple operations. Highly sensitive and requiring constant maintenance, the vehicle is less rugged than other interstellar craft
Maquis Crew - a good chunk of the crew are former Maquis troublemakers. Expect discipline problems and unorthodox plans.
WEAPONS
Phaser Arrays
Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 9cd [+1 per extra power spent]
Can Use Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area: hit +1 ship per effect within close range.
Versatile 2: Gain 2 bonus momentum with a successful hit
Photon Torpedoes
Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 6cd
High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach
Quantum Torpedoes
Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 7cd (Vicious 1 - +1 damage on effects)
High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach
Calibrations: Requires 1 minor action to calibrate
Tractor Beam (Strength 5)
Power Cost: 0 | Range: Close | Damage: None
Effect: If successfully established, enemies face a diff 5 check to escape.
SCIENCE: Tuvok (Skilled: Science | Weakness: Emotionless)
COMMS: Lt. Bian T'are (Skilled: Communications | Weakness: Combat)
MEDICAL: The EMH (Skilled: Doctor | Weakness: Kind of a Dick)
ENGINEER: B'lanna Torres (Skilled: Engineering | Weakness: Also a dick)
SECONDARY CHARACTERS
Ensign Steve (Useless Security Goon)
Ensign Becky (plural fighter jock)
Petty Officer Third Class Jessie (Hard working engineer)
Crewman Billingsly (Dude, Billingsly!)
Crewman Chandra (Concerned Crewman)
Bifurcate (bidimensional robot girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Princess Lyan Positron (runaway daughter of magician most foul and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Soria Flyte (Pegasus girl and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Mirror Universe Trevor (he's fine!)
NAME
MRSS Val Jean
PROF.
TACOPS
CLASS
Keldon Class Heavy Cruiser
CONST
2370
SHIELDS
12/12
RESISTANCE
5
SCALE
4
POWER
7/7
CREW SUPPORT
4
SMALL CRAFT
3
COMMS
ENGINES
STRUCTURE
COMPUTERS
SENSORS
WEAPONS
BREACHES
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
9
9
9
8
7
10
COMMAND
3
12
12
12
11
10
13
CONNING
2
11
11
11
10
9
12
ENGINEERING
2
11
11
11
10
9
12
SECURITY
3
12
12
12
11
10
13
SCIENCE
1
10
10
10
9
8
11
MEDICINE
2
11
11
11
10
9
12
TALENTS
Electronic Warfare Suite: Whenever making a Jamming or Intercept communications check, can spend 2 momentum to select +1 target (repeatable.)
Fast Targeting Systems: No +1 diff for called shots
Improved Hull Integrity: +1 Resistance
Cloaking Device: Spend 3 power, and make a Control+Engineering + Engines + Security check with a diff of 2. If successful, gain the Cloaked Trait (impossible to detect, cannot attack, shields are down.) It takes a minor action to decloak.
TRAITS
Cardassian Ship – Durable, uncomfortable, close, cramped and cheap. Thinks creature comforts are for other people and technical sophistication is for people who haven't spent decades starving to death. The fact that the starving could have been avoided if the government were less...you know, monstrous doesn't seem to have occurred to that many of them.
Okampan Crew – the crew are bright, perky, cheerful, and incredibly psychically powerful. Individually, they're all better than Vulcans, and as a gestalt? Who knows!
WEAPONS
Phaser Arrays
Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 7-9cd (Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area)
Versatile 2: Gain X bonus momentum with a successful hit
Disruptor Banks
Range: Medium | Damage: 8-10cd (Vicious 1: Each effect adds +1 damage)
Crewman Stadi - Age 23, Betazoid, born Beta Colony-5 to Zani and Talwyn of the House of Riis, survived by her sisters Tari and Batri.
R'mor - age 182, Vulcan, burn on Romulus to R'tan and Leslali, survived by his twelve nieces and nephews across the Empire
--[X] [Write in] Comm D-91 and brief him on Neelix's suspicion. As the ranking officer on the away mission, we trust him to use it wisely and keep the team's head on a swivel.
Janeway shifted in her seat, then looked over at Neelix, who was spooning out heavy soup into Torres' bowl. Torres dipped a bit of flat bread into it, bit down on it, then winced, her eyes slowly narrowing. Neelix chuckled. "I...did say it was my first try with this stuff," he said.
"Hey, Neelix," Janeway called out.
"Hmm?" he asked.
"Get over here," she said. "We need to talk."
"You say that so ominously, Captain," Brian said, sipping his coffee.
***
D-91, Amy and Harry followed after the smiling Vidiian woman named Erixia, who led them through the gantry that swept out over the vast chemical processing facility that was the heart of the factory. "Here, the final biological products of the system are combined, synthesized, and undergo their final protein matching checks," she said, gesturing out with one hand. "The Emergency sells bioproducts to more than fifty six distinct species, each with dozens of ethnographic variations, some of which are so stark they require near total rewrites on the protine coating of our medicine. But in exchange, they get health, wealth, and long life."
"Amazing," Harry said, looking down at the machines. Glowing blue liquid flowed through thick tubes towards metal machines that whirred and hissed softly. "What's the blue stuff?"
"We use a proprietary base material, the composition of which is classified," Erixia said, shrugging one shoulder. "You must understand, we depend heavily on imports."
"Why is that?" Amy asked. "Your Pod seems self sufficient..."
"During the Plague Years, our species was infected with a strain of virulent chromaphages - DNA eaters," Erixia said. "The long term damage to even the survivors means that our population levels are perpetually dropping unless we take special care to swell our numbers. Every Vidiian works overtime to make sure that we remain viable as a species - but even with all our best efforts, child birth is...difficult, requiring a large amount of technological support systems and automation that we can't make." She shook her head, slightly. "We buy transporters and ionic stabilizers from the Talaxians and the Haakonians, for example. Then there's the less...savory support we need. Kazon warfleets need their bribing, after all."
"I see," Amy said.
"If you can't tell us the exact specifications, can...you at least give us a hint?" Harry asked.
Erixia laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Oh you are a charmer," she said, patting Harry's shoulder, making him flush hard. "I suppose the basic idea is...it is a kind of highly mutable, highly complex soup of biological possibilities that we just need to tweak into what we want."
"Like genetic Legos," D-91 said.
"What's a lego?" Amy and Erixia said at the same time.
Erixia chuckled. "Come on, lets see some of the final products - maybe even get a demonstration!"
She led them into the next series of rooms - where Vidiians in white lab coats were boxing up vials of the chemicals they produced - many of them a dizzying array of hues. Harry tried to subtly draw out his tricorder, but before he could take any readings, Erixia took his arm, dragging him excitedly to a side passage of the gantry, which looked down at open air white cubicals, where several aliens were sitting back in chairs, waiting. "Here, some people need such tailor made, exotic variations on our product that they need to be injected immediately on site, before the compounds fail."
"Do they mind us watching?" Amy asked.
"There's nothing invasive going on," Erixia said as a white suited lab tech entered one room where a very old looking Talaxian was laying back, wheezing. "This is CEO Banoax. He's one of the Haakonian Order's biggest industrialists, helped to rebuild the moon of Rinax. He's also one hundred and thirty six galactic standard years old. Watch."
D-91, Amy and Harry stepped to the railing as the lab tech injected something into the man's arm. The white haired, fluffy cheeked Talaxian hissed, then groaned - and before their eyes, his skin rippled, and the wrinkles on his features smoothed away, his hair growing straighter, and color returning to it. He laughed, sitting up - and smacked the ass of the tech, who squeaked loudly enough to be heard at the railing.
"That's a universal anagathic!" Harry exclaimed. "That's like...something out of a sci-fi novel!"
"In here, we turn science fiction into science fact, Mr. Kim," Erixia said, cheerfully. "Mr. Banoax now has the body of a thirty year old Talaxian - and we have more contracts renewed for cheap transporter components. Now, come on, let me show you some of the cheaper, mass market versions of our product."
***
Neelix was fairly sure that no one had noticed or remarked on his arrival on station - it had been done entirely outside of the security network of the Vidiian Emergency. He just contacted a loyalist Talaxian ship, beamed there, walked off as if he was one of the crew, and started into the station, his combadge security hidden.
Which was why...it felt so damn odd that he was sure he was being followed. He glanced back a few times, subtly, but saw no sign that anyone actually was following him. Just nerves, he thought, but...well, he had been trained to keep an eye out for certain surveillance technologies that were in a technological range that the enemies of the Talaxian people had.
The Vidiians were in that range.
And he didn't see any of the tells.
And yet...
He slipped into one of the narrow side tunnels, came around a bend - and rather than an open space like he expected, he saw a closed bulkhead. He frowned, stepped backwards - then heard another bulkhead close. He whirled around, looking for cameras, but he didn't see anything that might have spotted him. Worse, he saw that there was a third exit from this little newly created cul de sac...and it had four masked Vidiians in it. They held stunsticks in their hands.
"Talaxian...B-Type," one said, fanning left.
"Yeah," another said, fanning right. "Dibs on the lungs."
"Excuse me?" Neelix asked, feigning innocent. "I was trying to get to the-"
"Neelix, Talaxian Commando Operations, serial number 908-118, long term assignment on the Okampan Homeworld." The middle of the four men said, cocking his head, his mask eyes flickering as if a HUD was playing across his vision, fast. "He's trained in Den Bok. Watch the claws."
As one, all four men advanced. Neelix had no time to wonder how the fuck they knew anything about him - let alone his rank and assignment. Instead, he drove towards the man who had called dibs on his lungs. He ducked a swing of the shock-stick, then brought his palm up, not his claws. The man twisted - and he smashed a glancing blow against the mask, jarring his wrist and elbow. The mask flew off and the Vidiian grunted - and Neelix's eyes widened.
Rotting flesh. Gray, sightless eyes. Dessicated lips. Yellow sharp teeth, the smell of rotting breath, the wheeze of a living corpse-
One of the masked ones came up behind him and slammed the shockstick at him. Neelix twisted aside at the last second, lifted his arm - but another was coming at him, the baton smashing into him. Sparks flared and his arm went numb. Then another slammed into his belly and he was down, groaning, his body nerveless. He tried to get his arms up, but the Vidiians were around him, even the one with the mask off. He was grinning the worst, his voice a rough, raspy growl.
"We're all getting a full shot of Product for this, Talaxian," he said as one of the Vidiians slammed down a glass box on Neelix's chest. The edge of the box had tech built into it. There was a kind of targeting reticule built onto the back of the box, but the Vidiian using it barely seemed to need it - he shifted the box slightly against Neelix's clothing, then pushed down on two triggers and-
Agony.
Neelix tried to scream. Instead, blood poured from between his lips. He tried to breathe, but it was just more agony. He lifted his head-
And saw, suspended in the glowing orange of a Kazon derived transporter beam, something red and pulpy and still twitching in the glass box. The box shifted aiming down at his belly as one of the Vidiians laughed. "Belly, we need stomach lining next. Oh, no, get his-"
Neelix blinked.
Between blinks, the world had gone dim, but he saw the comforting yellow lights of the medical bay. The Doctor was leaning over, speaking fast. "I need a rapid-pump oxygenator immediately."
Neelix passed out.
***
Janeway had to admit one thing about the Emergency. They built one beautiful habitat. The garden that she was meeting Senior Podmaster Nurel in was utterly gorgeous - with green and black and red plants in profusions that mixed together, creating a kind of gentle, soothing panorama, split only by two stark examples of Vidiian artwork. The first was their river, which flowed gently...past what seemed to be odd, oblong white stones that were planted among the stream at steady intervals. The second was the statue. It was abstract but...upsettingly angular and oddly detailed, like a collection of geometric shapes that had been rendered again and again into finer and more fractal details, until it was millions of polyhedrals that were all somehow still the same object - they were a singular piece of stone, not fitted.
It could have been carved with a 3d printer or robotic system, but something about it spoke of haunting emptiness...hollowness that drew the eye and made Janeway feel an ache in her chest.
Nurel reminded her of the statue. Handsome, with long dark hair and rich warm eyes - but something about him seemed almost too well made. Part of it was his uniform. It looked a bit like a janitor's outfit that had been rent apart and left ragged and bedraggled, smeared artfully with dirt here and there, but then adorned with a sash and a belt holding ceremonial weapons - a dagger and two needle pistols that, thankfully, weren't loaded.
Seeing her look Nurel explained: "This is the dress uniform of the Podmaster class. The Plague Times...we like to think we're past it in many ways, but it falls on the Podmasters to remember what we lost and what we gained," he said.
Janeway nodded. "We have something of a similar tradition - we don't wear the uniforms of the era, but we use the rank structure of the same military that destroyed our planet. We try and bring some honor back to the traditions." It wasn't quite true - it was closer to the fact that the structure of Starfleet and the structure of Pre-Eugenics Wars militaries were similar because both served similar functions. But diplomacy was, in large part, about finding similarities between yourself and the other.
"It seems we have a great deal in common," Nurel said, taking his seat.
"Yes, we-" Janeway started, before her combadge blipped. "One moment." She tapped it. "Janeway here, what-"
"It's Neelix, captain," D-91 said.
"What's wrong?" Janeway asked.
"He was attacked, no idea by who. His lungs have been removed."
"...his lungs?" Janeway asked.
Nurel winced. "Let me guess - one of your crew has been found missing their organs?" he asked, quietly. "Damn! Damn!" He stood and started to pace back and forth.
"Is he stable?" Janeway asked, her finger hovering over the combadge.
"His combadge detected the med-alert and Voyager's computers beamed him over automatically. The Doctor got him hooked up to oxygenation before any brain damage was suffered - we're working on repairing the damage...but...his biology isn't in our computers. It may be impossible."
"Understood, keep me appraised." Janeway tapped her badge as Nurel turned back to face her. "Your travel advisory mentioned some gang problems, but-"
"The organleggers have been a thorn in my side since I was granted control of this Pod," Nurel said, his voice tight and angry - she could see fury that he had been embarrassed mixing with clear concern for Neelix...but...there was something else. Before he continued speaking...there was the smallest flash in his left eye. A flickering light, that looked for all the world like small, fast scrolling text. His eye twitched, like he was skim-reading it, before he continued. "...and...they are an unfortunate byproduct of our history." He sighed, then took his seat once more.
"You see," Nurel continued after a moment. "The...Phage that destroyed our society. It's still around. We never found a cure. We merely treated it. And those that have missed their treatments are damaged by it, sometimes without any chance for us to repair them. They turn to desperate means, including stealing the organs of other species that are compatible with our biology." He shook his head. "We had no idea that your species were even close, we've never met you before."
"The crewman who was attacked was Talaxian," Janeway said, quietly.
"Damn," Nurel said. "Talaxians, we warn to never travel in certain parts of the Pod - our security cannot be everywhere. I...I have to make this right. We can work with you to...well, is your crewman alive?"
"For now," Janeway said.
"Then, please, allow us to assist you," Nurel said, nodding. "If we work together, our medical technology can easily repair this damage - and, moreover, it will be free of charge. If anything, we should provide even more to make up for this unforgivable lapse!"
---
CURRENT MOMENTUM: 0
CURRENT TRUTH: "This Podmaster...is lying about something..." (Away Team), "Neelix HAS NO LUNGS!?" (Ship)
What do!?
[ ] Accept the offer - but keep an eye on the Vidiians.
[ ] Decline the offer for medical tech, but continue trade negotiations
[ ] Demand to be allowed to deploy security to find the Organleggers
[ ] Demand the locals find the Organleggers, with your security's help
[ ] Write In
2s for D-91 and company...versus diff 3, dice nihilio
1s for Nelix versus diff 2...oh no!!!
Badman Ambush V Neelix: 4 Organleggers
Organleggers: First Organleggers uses his tactical skills to create the Advantage of "neelix...surrounded!?" He fails!
Neelix: Uses Punch! He gets 1s ...and 1 complication! The other guy gets 1s. This is a successful hit since, while they are tied, Neelix was the aggressor! He got 3s - not enough to take the man down and he gains the complication of "Ouch, my knuckles!"
Organleggers: Enpunched Organlegger man attempts to stun Neelix with his taser stick. He gets 1s, Neelix gets 1s, but since Neelix is at diff 2 rather than diff 1, he fails, and the other guy succeeds. He gets 3 damage with 2 effects, which bumps it to 5 thanks to his weapon's vicious quality. Neelix can either take an injury, or he can buy it off by giving them 2 threat. He does so!
Organleggers: OLs go again cause...Neelix has acted the number of times he can act! They get 1s against him for one attack and he gets 1s to resist! Oh no! They do 9 damage - an injury! He cannot resist! Worse, since his stress hits 0, he takes a second injury and he's K-K-K-KO'd!
TALKY SCENE: Senior Podmaster Nurel rolls 2s on deception. Janeway rolls 2s on spotting it. However, Nurel got a complication! While Janeway doesn't know WHAT is up - she knows something is up...
I like how the combadge is more than a communications device. It'd make impossible a number of Star Trek's cliche storylines but it fits in with the kind of technological ingenuity of early TNG which introduced concepts like wide beam settings.
[ ] Demand the locals find the Organleggers. Offer the help of Voyager's advanced sensors and security officers in tracking down the Organleggers.
Why push to be involved when we can coax Nurel to have Voyager help of his own volition? If the Organleggers truly are causing him headaches, I imagine Nerel will leap at an opportunity to take care of them for good.
Why push to be involved when we can coax Nurel to have Voyager help of his own volition? If the Organleggers truly are causing him headaches, I imagine Nerel will leap at an opportunity to take care of them for good.
Seems like a bad idea to let them on board where they could use their incredible med tech to do something to us. Maybe have Neelix treated in their better med facilities?
we can just ask them for the medical data-- point out Lungless Neil is a Government Employee and let the Doctor use medical replicator to whip up some new lungs based on a tissue sample and the proper medical data
[X] There are other Talaxian's here, they might have enough medical data on hand that The Doctor could extrapolate new lungs with a medical replicator bypassing the issue entirely, and without putting undue burden on our...hosts
[X] Demand the locals find the Organleggers. Offer the help of Voyager's advanced sensors and security officers in tracking down the Organleggers.
[X] There are other Talaxian's here, they might have enough medical data on hand that The Doctor could extrapolate new lungs with a medical replicator bypassing the issue entirely, and without putting undue burden on our...hosts
[X] Demand the locals find the Organleggers. Offer the help of Voyager's advanced sensors and security officers in tracking down the Organleggers.
[X] There are other Talaxian's here, they might have enough medical data on hand that The Doctor could extrapolate new lungs with a medical replicator bypassing the issue entirely, and without putting undue burden on our...hosts
[X] Demand the locals find the Organleggers. Offer the help of Voyager's advanced sensors and security officers in tracking down the Organleggers.
[X] There are other Talaxian's here, they might have enough medical data on hand that The Doctor could extrapolate new lungs with a medical replicator bypassing the issue entirely, and without putting undue burden on our...hosts
[X] Demand the locals find the Organleggers. Offer the help of Voyager's advanced sensors and security officers in tracking down the Organleggers.
[X] There are other Talaxian's here, they might have enough medical data on hand that The Doctor could extrapolate new lungs with a medical replicator bypassing the issue entirely, and without putting undue burden on our...hosts
[X] Demand the locals find the Organleggers. Offer the help of Voyager's advanced sensors and security officers in tracking down the Organleggers.
[X] There are other Talaxian's here, they might have enough medical data on hand that The Doctor could extrapolate new lungs with a medical replicator bypassing the issue entirely, and without putting undue burden on our...host
Oh, DC! The lounge has a screened off section for the Orions - is that so they can eat in private? (I think I remember that observing others eat is a big taboo in Orion culture, and they typically only take meals with their immediate family and partners.)
[X] Demand the locals find the Organleggers. Offer the help of Voyager's advanced sensors and security officers in tracking down the Organleggers.
[X] There are other Talaxian's here, they might have enough medical data on hand that The Doctor could extrapolate new lungs with a medical replicator bypassing the issue entirely, and without putting undue burden on our...hosts
Tom Paris sat at his console, his fingers drumming as he looked down at the color corrected haze of stars gently puttering past them. A few had a faint subspace mumbling that meant they had some kind of warp capable civilization, but were so far off course that he couldn't get any reads from them. A few were marked with the slowly expanding haze of radio traffic - but three of their radio hazes went for about ten years before puttering off with a sudden stop that meant some kind of major disaster. Take your pick: Nuclear war, climate change, natural disaster, runaway plague, religious upheaval, time loops caused by interpolated singularities, Apollo being a dick...
"All in all, a one hundred percent successful mission," Tom said, turning to look back at Harry and T'are, who were at their posts too.
"Yeah..." Harry said, shaking his head. "It feels good, to see...something like this happen and get a chance to save it. Feels like we fly past a ton of things we can't stop or fix so easily."
"It does feel good," T'are said, cheerfully. "Oh, hey, shift's almost over. Wanna hang, Harry?"
...
Tom considered, watching the console and the tiny blips of light that represented other worlds. It looked like they were heading into a cluster of warp-capable civilizations. It meant that whatever they ran into next was going to be...interesting. Tom pondered his future - and he decided that if he was going to be in Starfleet, he might as well think like Starfleet.
It was time for blind optimism and a hope for a better tomorrow.
I like how this starts with Tom Paris at the end of a shift, contemplating the fragility of life in a dangerous galaxy whilst thinking about what he will do for his time off, and ends that way, too. But with a much more hopeful note. Star Trek is not just about scientists travelling the universe as mute witnesses to the life and death of worlds - it is powerfully about the conviction that its characters can make things better.
After all, the three most beautiful words in the English language according to Kirk are "Let me help.".
It's a really neat way to bookend this episode, and I appreciate it a lot.
Oh, DC! The lounge has a screened off section for the Orions - is that so they can eat in private? (I think I remember that observing others eat is a big taboo in Orion culture, and they typically only take meals with their immediate family and partners.)
Honestly, I'm kinda late to this party, but I think my way of squaring this circle would probably be for Adora to assume a version of her She-Russ powers, but perhaps from a more NobleBright version of the universe, similar to the one in your Rogue Trader series? This seems to maximise the potential for cool powers, transformation scenes, plus an interesting and hilarious culture clash with the Federation officers. But it avoids some of the unfortunate issues of having to deal with the full-on Imperium as presented in most media - which almost has to be the thematic focus of the story if you're grappling with it, like @open_sketch's Suffer Not.
Perhaps you could even have a plotline where the more evil timeline somehow attempts to infiltrate its way back into existence, and has to be stopped? Which could be an interesting way to talk about the stories we tell, and how reframing/re-interpreting/changing stories can be a powerful act of reclamation and liberation, kind of in similar lines to Madeline Miller's Circe or The Song of Achilles. Just a thought.
(This could also imply that the reason the Q wanted Voyager to go her canonical route was not to save our timeline at all, but to help Adora's.)
>.>
<.<
Purely out of idle curiosity, I wonder how hard it would be to make her an Aasimar from DtD (probably Atlantean what with the whole past lives thing Adora has going on… meanwhile Catra is a Tiefling Paragon, as while she doesn't have fancy powers, she's able to keep up with She-Russ)
No, this is not me trying to add more crossover stuff, why do you ask?
[X] Demand the locals find the Organleggers. Offer the help of Voyager's advanced sensors and security officers in tracking down the Organleggers.
[X] There are other Talaxians here, they might have enough medical data on hand that The Doctor could extrapolate new lungs with a medical replicator bypassing the issue entirely, and without putting undue burden on our...hosts.
This seems reasonably cautious.
Also, going by the first update, I think that the Viidians have no idea that the Val Jean exists? Presumably it's staying cloaked and observing from a ways off. Janeway and Brian being suitably cautious.
Quite a nice ace to have up our sleeve, should we need it, since they probably have a plan to disable Voyager.
Also, going by the first update, I think that the Viidians have no idea that the Val Jean exists? Presumably it's staying cloaked and observing from a ways off. Janeway and Brian being suitably cautious.
Quite a nice ace to have up our sleeve, should we need it, since they probably have a plan to disable Voyager.
