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I suspect the kitchen area already had a proper hotplate or induction stove top before Neelix messed with it to create his weird hobo stove thing.
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Nitronorm5688
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The episode was called Good Shepard, episode 20 season 6. Had to look it up. Deck 15 is cramped, the lighting is poor, the hallways are so small that people have to stand to the side to let others walk by, even the doors are thinner.
This all has to do with Seven of'nine's efficiency score program, where some crewmen are being lazy or don't want to do something, or others aren't being used to the best of their abilities. Rather than focusing on the bridge officers, it was an episode dedicated to the no-name crewmen in the background. Janeway goes down to "help" these people. And we found that not a lot of the regular crew Don't Actually Like the captain Janeway. Drama amongst the crew.
There was a nice scene at the end of the episode where the camera is zooming out from the crewman's window and you can tell that it is actually on the bottom of the ship. If they landed on a planet his quarters would be sideways.
There are other episodes that focus on the crew, and the Marquis. The episode, Worst Case Scenario episode 25 season 3, was about a holovid novel where the Marquis mutinied, written by Tuvok, complicated by the fact that a lot of the Marquis don't like the captain or their lot in life. Brings a lot of drama between the ship's factions.
And there was the early episode, Learning Curve, episode 16 season 1 respectively, where Marquis are fixing the ship their way instead of the Star Fleet way. On the one hand, it was good that they were taking the inititive to fix the ship, on the other hand a large part of the crew didn't care for Star Fleet's protocols or even know anything about them, never having been in Star Fleet in the first place. Also we find out that the bio-neural gel-packs that the ship are not replicatable, and will soon wear out.
Most of these people in these episodes all have "problems" and while they are dealt with the main issue never get solved because their main problem is they're stuck on the ship with no way off. You can't even use the brig after a certain point because the cell is bigger than these people's rooms and it's a chance to do nothing for a few days.
And you can't get promoted. Ensign Harry Kim never gets promoted, for example, although he was finally given more responsibility and a chance to sit in the captain's chair on the night shift. Only in the books is Harry Kim promoted to Lieutenant. In the episode Non Sequir, an alternate timeline sees Harry Kim as captain in an alternate timeline, but as usual everything goes back to normal at the end of the episode.
I'm pretty sure it's episodes like these where people actually got the idea of the "Lower Decks" tv show.
This sounds incredibly un-Federation.
Star Trek writing is of course notoriously inconsistent.
Ah I remember that but. Thought the crew needed a lesson that this is and has been a working ship since the day they were stranded here. And those that don't make the effort to be useful are just a burden on everyone else. And that may have flown in Starfleet space but they are useless extras here and the top brass may need to treat them as such.
Need to rewatch.
Holovid novel? Thought that was a training sim. Unless that's the same thing...
That's really insightful.
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Were they being lazy by survival-mode Federation standards, or by Borg standards?
Nitronorm5688
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All these questions and more can be answered by following the link and reading the summery.
Otherwise? It's been six years they've been on this ship at that point. It's mostly apathy, not wanting to do that one job, or people not wanting to do that one job even if they are really good at it. The people in the new astrometrics lab had literally nothing to do all night but sit on their buts and argue about multiple big bang theories and rehash old arguments.
And really, there's only so many times you can go crawling around in the jeffries tubes to replace a power conduit before you really, really, really don't want to do it anymore.
Then it just "I'm so done with this shit, don't try to cheer me up."
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In fairness, there are still different levels of 'survival mode'. If the ship is intact and fully functional with no hostiles on the horizon, the crew can afford to relax a bit, unwind within Voyagers limited but substantial capabilities.
There are a lot of situations where you need every single person giving 110%, but those arent constant.
There are a lot of situations where you need every single person giving 110%, but those arent constant.
Yeah I'm half suspecting this will end up killing the doctor or making him never gain sentience. Half the reason he gained it because he was active so much, and never had any resets or someone monitoring his code for unexpected changes...
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Which is sacrilege since the Doctor was one of the best characters in the show.
While it'll likely slow his acquisition of 'person-hood', Zephyr will still hold off on resets as much as possible, because that also resets any knowledge the Doctor has acquired on how to treat odd things they've encountered. an un-reset Doctor might examine a patient and think "this resembles problem A we encountered 2 years ago. X dealt with that, maybe it'll help here as well." where the reset EMH won't be able to make that intuitive jump.
Crazael
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Not to mention the original, the TNG episode actually titled "Lower Decks".
Archduke
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Part of me expects that the Doctor will end up taking over one of Zephyr's drones - the holoemitter has its uses, but being far less restricted can help out as well - also lets voyager avoid certain issues like the anti-photonics people.
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More likely Zephyr makes more tbh.
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I tapped the button and waited for a couple of seconds before a voice called out, "Enter."
The door slid open and I moved inside before shifting to sit down, curling my tail to allow the door to slide closed behind me. The captain's ready room already looked a bit different from when it belonged to Captain Grey. It appeared the now-Captain Janeway didn't find one wall of wooden bookshelves to be an efficient use of space. She didn't seem to have finished clearing everything out, his model ships along the bottom of the window were still there, nor had she seemed to have moved in a lot of her own things so far, mostly what seemed to be a couple of books, a coffee cup and a new chair.
"Captain," I greeted her with a nod.
"Lieutenant," she said, putting her PADD down, "I understand there was an altercation in the mess hall?"
"If you can call it that, sir," I agreed, "The Neelix had commandeered your private mess and converted it to a galley by tapping into the EPS flow. The safety hazard list of unauthorized modifications was longer than I am. I shut it down and dispatched an engineering team to restore the compartment. In addition, the sensors in the mess hall seems to have been faulty, they should have detected an open flame and sounded an alarm, as should the power usage. I have ordered a full diagnostic of all ship internal sensors."
Janeway slowly nodded, "Did you really threaten to eat him?"
"Not at all, I would never eat something like that. He kept insisting I would enjoy his cooking, I simply pointed out that the only thing edible in that kitchen for my species was him."
"...The Neelix?"
I snorted, "...Sorry, Captain," I said, "...He smells."
Her other eyebrow went up to join the first, "He smells?"
"A lot. Stinks actually. I'm sure it's not his fault, it's likely his species. But it makes it difficult to be in the same room as him. Humans are almost nose blind, but surely you have noticed something?"
Janeway frowned slightly before she sighed, "I'll see what can be done. But it wasn't a bad idea of his. It would seriously stretch our supplies and save a lot of energy compared to replicators."
"I can agree that much, sir," I said with a nod, "And I'll be happy to have an engineering team do the conversion, but the way he did it was a safety hazard. I have reviewed the findings and one power surge in the EPS system at the wrong time could have burned somebody to a crisp."
"Alright," she agreed after a second's thought, "I'll have him submit his requirements to one of your engineers. Let's try to keep you two separated for the moment."
"Appreciated sir."
Janeway nodded, "...On a somewhat related note, how are you doing for food, Lieutenant?"
"Good so far," I said, "There are enough emergency carnivore food packs to last me two more months. The replicators will be back online at the end of the week. The proposed algae farms should produce enough of the right materials to keep them and me fed. However, if we visit a suitable planet, perhaps a hunting expedition is in order, just to keep an emergency supply. If there were actual meat, fresh or frozen it would save us a lot of energy rather than me needing to eat from the replicator all the time."
"Agreed," she said with a nod, "Mister Neelix has already suggested several planets in the sector where we may be able to gather supplies. Until we have resupplied the ship as much as we can, there is little point in heading towards unknown space, we won't know when we'll have the chance next."
I nodded. Made perfect sense to me.
`There is one more thing,'' Janeway continued and turned her console slightly more towards her, "When I assumed command, the personnel files unlocked further access for me and I have been reviewing them. I found some interesting things in yours."
"I suspect you did, Captain," I agreed.
"You were in Starfleet Intelligence."
I nodded, "Research and development division. Which sounds more impressive than it really is," I pointed out, "Most of my work was mostly on autonomous systems, computers and software, that sort of thing."
"You were on the design team of the Defiant project as well."
"I was on loan to that project," I corrected, "They needed somebody like me to work on their adaptive targeting system. It was an interesting project."
"Autonomous systems, like your assistant drones?"
I shook my head, "I'm afraid the details of any of my previous projects are still at a need to know level of security. But no, they were a private side project that I have been continuously working on and improving since the academy."
Janeway slowly tapped a finger against her desk as she regarded me before she nodded, "Very well, lieutenant. But if any of what you worked on turns out to be relevant to something we encounter or need, I expect you to bring it up with me."
I spent several long moments considering that before I finally nodded, "Yes, Captain."
We're like seventy years from home, by the time we get back it won't just be declassified, but likely old news as well.
"Moving on, I read your report on sickbay. You think you may extend the EMHs working timeframe to fifteen years?"
"Fifteen active years," I corrected, "So assuming we keep it offline at all times when not in use, it should hopefully last us most of the way. But it's a best case scenario and requires it to be reset once a year or so, so we lose all data in memory. Which is not ideal as it will lose anything it has learned until that point. I'll keep working on it. Training a new medical staff has to take priority."
Janeway sighed, "I agree. Just do what you can. We're going to have a funeral and memorial for the dead towards the end of the week now when things start to stabilize."
"I'll set a team on constructing torpedo caskets," I said, "Without active replicators, they won't be anything especially nice, but they'll work. Have we chosen a star?"
Janeway sighed once more, picking up her coffee cup, seeming to realize it was empty before putting it back down, "There is one similar to Vulcan's sun fairly close."
It was part of our paperwork. In case of death and when we can't be brought home to our families, how do we want to be disposed of? Shot into a star, buried on a planet or asteroid or shot into space.
Personally, I had 'shot into space' in mine, specifically that my trajectory would bring me towards Andromeda.
Most people had either space or a star.
"Sounds good," I agreed, "It will bring some closure to the crew."
"Speaking of the crew, how's morale in engineering?"
I bared my teeth slightly, "It could be better, sir. The memorial will help."
Janeway shook her head, "I think that's true for most of us."
"About the Maquis, Captain…"
"Yes?"
"I don't trust any of them," I told her bluntly, "For all we know, they're planning to take over the ship."
"You stop that right now, Lieutenant," Janeway said, "That's an order. We need them and they need us, they can't run a ship as large as Voyager with their crew in any case."
I growled slightly but nodded, "Yes, sir."
Hell, we barely had enough people either.
"If we don't work together, this will never work," she continued, "And we'll never get back home."
She was right. I might not trust any of the Maquis, I empathized with their goal back home, but I didn't trust any of them. But she was right.
"...Yes sir," I agreed, "I will attempt to improve morale on the issue. I need to rebalance the engineering teams as well."
"What are your thoughts on B'Elanna Torres? You've worked with her some by now."
"Decent engineer but short tempered," I answered, "Useful, but somebody needs to keep an eye on her or she'll quickly turn from an asset to a problem."
"Understood."
"If there is nothing else, sir, I should get back to work."
Janeway nodded, "Dismissed."
The door slid open and I moved inside before shifting to sit down, curling my tail to allow the door to slide closed behind me. The captain's ready room already looked a bit different from when it belonged to Captain Grey. It appeared the now-Captain Janeway didn't find one wall of wooden bookshelves to be an efficient use of space. She didn't seem to have finished clearing everything out, his model ships along the bottom of the window were still there, nor had she seemed to have moved in a lot of her own things so far, mostly what seemed to be a couple of books, a coffee cup and a new chair.
"Captain," I greeted her with a nod.
"Lieutenant," she said, putting her PADD down, "I understand there was an altercation in the mess hall?"
"If you can call it that, sir," I agreed, "The Neelix had commandeered your private mess and converted it to a galley by tapping into the EPS flow. The safety hazard list of unauthorized modifications was longer than I am. I shut it down and dispatched an engineering team to restore the compartment. In addition, the sensors in the mess hall seems to have been faulty, they should have detected an open flame and sounded an alarm, as should the power usage. I have ordered a full diagnostic of all ship internal sensors."
Janeway slowly nodded, "Did you really threaten to eat him?"
"Not at all, I would never eat something like that. He kept insisting I would enjoy his cooking, I simply pointed out that the only thing edible in that kitchen for my species was him."
"...The Neelix?"
I snorted, "...Sorry, Captain," I said, "...He smells."
Her other eyebrow went up to join the first, "He smells?"
"A lot. Stinks actually. I'm sure it's not his fault, it's likely his species. But it makes it difficult to be in the same room as him. Humans are almost nose blind, but surely you have noticed something?"
Janeway frowned slightly before she sighed, "I'll see what can be done. But it wasn't a bad idea of his. It would seriously stretch our supplies and save a lot of energy compared to replicators."
"I can agree that much, sir," I said with a nod, "And I'll be happy to have an engineering team do the conversion, but the way he did it was a safety hazard. I have reviewed the findings and one power surge in the EPS system at the wrong time could have burned somebody to a crisp."
"Alright," she agreed after a second's thought, "I'll have him submit his requirements to one of your engineers. Let's try to keep you two separated for the moment."
"Appreciated sir."
Janeway nodded, "...On a somewhat related note, how are you doing for food, Lieutenant?"
"Good so far," I said, "There are enough emergency carnivore food packs to last me two more months. The replicators will be back online at the end of the week. The proposed algae farms should produce enough of the right materials to keep them and me fed. However, if we visit a suitable planet, perhaps a hunting expedition is in order, just to keep an emergency supply. If there were actual meat, fresh or frozen it would save us a lot of energy rather than me needing to eat from the replicator all the time."
"Agreed," she said with a nod, "Mister Neelix has already suggested several planets in the sector where we may be able to gather supplies. Until we have resupplied the ship as much as we can, there is little point in heading towards unknown space, we won't know when we'll have the chance next."
I nodded. Made perfect sense to me.
`There is one more thing,'' Janeway continued and turned her console slightly more towards her, "When I assumed command, the personnel files unlocked further access for me and I have been reviewing them. I found some interesting things in yours."
"I suspect you did, Captain," I agreed.
"You were in Starfleet Intelligence."
I nodded, "Research and development division. Which sounds more impressive than it really is," I pointed out, "Most of my work was mostly on autonomous systems, computers and software, that sort of thing."
"You were on the design team of the Defiant project as well."
"I was on loan to that project," I corrected, "They needed somebody like me to work on their adaptive targeting system. It was an interesting project."
"Autonomous systems, like your assistant drones?"
I shook my head, "I'm afraid the details of any of my previous projects are still at a need to know level of security. But no, they were a private side project that I have been continuously working on and improving since the academy."
Janeway slowly tapped a finger against her desk as she regarded me before she nodded, "Very well, lieutenant. But if any of what you worked on turns out to be relevant to something we encounter or need, I expect you to bring it up with me."
I spent several long moments considering that before I finally nodded, "Yes, Captain."
We're like seventy years from home, by the time we get back it won't just be declassified, but likely old news as well.
"Moving on, I read your report on sickbay. You think you may extend the EMHs working timeframe to fifteen years?"
"Fifteen active years," I corrected, "So assuming we keep it offline at all times when not in use, it should hopefully last us most of the way. But it's a best case scenario and requires it to be reset once a year or so, so we lose all data in memory. Which is not ideal as it will lose anything it has learned until that point. I'll keep working on it. Training a new medical staff has to take priority."
Janeway sighed, "I agree. Just do what you can. We're going to have a funeral and memorial for the dead towards the end of the week now when things start to stabilize."
"I'll set a team on constructing torpedo caskets," I said, "Without active replicators, they won't be anything especially nice, but they'll work. Have we chosen a star?"
Janeway sighed once more, picking up her coffee cup, seeming to realize it was empty before putting it back down, "There is one similar to Vulcan's sun fairly close."
It was part of our paperwork. In case of death and when we can't be brought home to our families, how do we want to be disposed of? Shot into a star, buried on a planet or asteroid or shot into space.
Personally, I had 'shot into space' in mine, specifically that my trajectory would bring me towards Andromeda.
Most people had either space or a star.
"Sounds good," I agreed, "It will bring some closure to the crew."
"Speaking of the crew, how's morale in engineering?"
I bared my teeth slightly, "It could be better, sir. The memorial will help."
Janeway shook her head, "I think that's true for most of us."
"About the Maquis, Captain…"
"Yes?"
"I don't trust any of them," I told her bluntly, "For all we know, they're planning to take over the ship."
"You stop that right now, Lieutenant," Janeway said, "That's an order. We need them and they need us, they can't run a ship as large as Voyager with their crew in any case."
I growled slightly but nodded, "Yes, sir."
Hell, we barely had enough people either.
"If we don't work together, this will never work," she continued, "And we'll never get back home."
She was right. I might not trust any of the Maquis, I empathized with their goal back home, but I didn't trust any of them. But she was right.
"...Yes sir," I agreed, "I will attempt to improve morale on the issue. I need to rebalance the engineering teams as well."
"What are your thoughts on B'Elanna Torres? You've worked with her some by now."
"Decent engineer but short tempered," I answered, "Useful, but somebody needs to keep an eye on her or she'll quickly turn from an asset to a problem."
"Understood."
"If there is nothing else, sir, I should get back to work."
Janeway nodded, "Dismissed."
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Eh, she is correct that they really can't afford that conflict. Neither group can. And there's no real way to be gentle about it, especially since the dragon is the chief engineer and hence serves as an example to the crew. Him playing nice is important to emphasizing everyone needs to play nice.
Honestly with the expected length of the trip, even accounting for some shortcuts, they have far more time projected working together ahead of them than they have in their respective groups.
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The escape velocity of the Milky Way is around 537 km/s so your future oversized space coffin is likely to fall back and remain another traffic hazard until one of The Neelix' cousins salvage it for materials or it is captured by a star. [Edit] Ok, so I did a little research. It turns out that TNG era starships and later use fusion drives and a subspace field to reach up to 3/4 light speed. So you could get you post-mortem request granted, depending on how much energy it wastes and what happens to ordinary non-powered objects when they exit the subspace field around ships in motion.
She's not my favourite, but at the moment I am more concerned with what has The Neelix smelling so much. It's not impossible that dragon noses pick up something that is going to cause trouble later, or maybe they just happen to resemble an ancient foe (egg eaters? Lol).
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Add to that, him being so open with his disdain is showing disunity with the captain of the ship. They CANNOT afford dissent in the upper echelon right now, if the senior staff can't get along in a crisis morale tanks.
Behind closed doors absolutely question shit, but you cannot go against a superior openly once a decision has been made unless it's outright illegal.
Notably, they are behind closed doors in the most recent scene, the captain's private ready room, as mentioned in the first and second paragraphs.
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Also one thing to note is that Zephyr is being unreasonable and likely knows it because reality annoys him, and he has had neither the time nor the inclination to consider what his desire would actually lead to.
Even if they had the crew and supplies to handle everything, you can't just throw them in the brig for 70 years! And you aren't going to be able to hold a fair trial on the starfleet vessel specifically sent to bring them in. This leads to a situation where even if they had the resources for doing so they can't actually in practice just throw them in the brig
Even if they had the crew and supplies to handle everything, you can't just throw them in the brig for 70 years! And you aren't going to be able to hold a fair trial on the starfleet vessel specifically sent to bring them in. This leads to a situation where even if they had the resources for doing so they can't actually in practice just throw them in the brig
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I would actually think that dehydrating it, using the vacuum of space, would have been the most effective method.
Or just convert it to vacuum sealed containers of bio slurry feedstock so the replicator can make food with it for very little energy cost.
...The obvious alternative is to just not give them a ride home. They aren't owed one. There are dozens of habitable planets around they could be left on and civilizations they could join. Hell, in the time they have, it might be possible to give them a ship of their own. Janeway decided they need the personnel, but local recruits could have been an option instead.
I think all told there's some sense to recruiting them, but there were other options.
Keep in mind they have not just Maquis, but a Maquis spy betraying Starfleet. That's a pretty rough thing to accept even if you're sympathetic to the Maquis, and Zephyr is not.
Bets on whether the smell Neelix puts out has some kind of addictive or hallucinatory effect on humans?
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