The Son of Voyager

Part 4: The Pilgrimage

© 2002-2019 by MultiMapper
All Rights Reserved

For full disclaimer and Copyright information visit Copyright/Disclaimer Page. Continuation of viewing this document is deemed acceptance of all terms on the preceding link. While these stories are provided for free, I would appreciate it if those who were able would consider contributing to this artist via my Patreon.

Chapter 21

The abrupt jolting end of the nightmarish strobing, gut-wrenching, roller coaster ride was a shock.

The silence on the bridge seemed infinite as everyone stared in a mix of apprehension and amazement.

"What have we done?" Janeway gasped as she finally fell back in her chair.

Tom couldn't help but wonder the same thing, from his own unique point of view.

"We did what we had to do." Paris answered in a distant, hollow voice which seemed to be divorced from emotion, but nonetheless certain.

"With Voyager we at least had allies... of a sort... By doing this, we've abandoned the only vestige of security that might have existed for us in this quadrant." Janeway said anxiously.

"What kind of a future do you want for our children? And what kind of future could you envision for us as second-class beings accompanying Voyager on her journey? Do you think that we would have any say in the decision making? We would be forced to follow their dictates while living with the constant tension of knowing that they could cut us loose at any moment for any or no reason."

Tom slowly nodded his agreement with the words and was grateful that he hadn't been called upon to articulate their situation.

"Thank you, Paris. I was aware of all that. I just needed a moment to process." Janeway said as she regained her composure.

"No problem." Paris easily assured her, then added with a grin, "In fact, take as long as you need to. We appear to have all the time in the universe."

"Yes. About that... what course did we end up on?" Janeway cautiously asked as she looked to her other side, prompting Bey for an answer.

"We're on course toward a planetary system eleven days distant at our current velocity. Our stellar cartography has dubbed it Uti 1192." Bey cautiously responded.

"Any particular reason we're going there?"

"Not really. It just caught my eye." Bey said honestly.

After a moment to consider, Janeway finally said, "Works for me. Status?"

"We're running silent, so the reports are coming in by text, but so far there haven't been any reports of injury or damage." Bey said informatively.

"I expected at least one heart attack due to outrageous piloting." Janeway teased.

"It wasn't a fair test of my abilities. You warned them." Paris finished with a grin.

"Do you know what you're going to do next?" Tom asked cautiously. As much of a daredevil as he could be, he generally had some sort of plan before jumping into things feet first.

"We're going to run silent as much as we can of the next eleven days. After that, we'll assess our situation." Janeway said decisively.

"So... we don't have a plan?" Harry asked nervously. Tom was glad to know that he wasn't the only one worried about it.

"What we have could be more accurately described as objectives, rather than plans." Janeway carefully explained.

"I won't be able to do any detailed scans while we're running silent." Bey reminded those around him.

"That shouldn't be a problem. We'll be able to gather enough information with low-level broad scans to eliminate the more undesirable planets. By the time we arrive in the system, we'll probably have a very short list of locations to investigate more closely." Paris said reasonably.

"If any." Bey said with a nod, then added, "Not every system has habitable planets."

"It's just a starting point. No one expects us to find a new home on our first try." Paris finished with a smile at his 'father'.

Tom appreciated that his 'son' not only appeared to be a capable leader but also a genuinely good person. If he were going to select the most desirable traits to have in his progeny, he would be hard pressed to come up with anything more than what Paris seemed to already have.

"So, what do we do now?" Tom asked into the silence that had fallen over the bridge.

"If someone will volunteer to stay and watch the scanners, the rest of us can go and survey the ship to make sure that everyone's doing alright. There might be a few people who will have issue with the decisions that we've made today." Janeway said reasonably.

"A few." Paris parroted with a smirk at the understatement.

"Perhaps, if Ensign Kim were willing, he and I could man the station together." Kim said, somehow managing to make her suggestion sound completely logical.

"How does that sound to you, Har?" Tom asked with a grin, obviously already knowing the answer.

The roll of his eyes was sufficient answer for all present.

With that dismissive little response, Harry confirmed, at least in Tom's mind, his contentment with the situation that he found himself in.

"If you have no objection, I too will remain. While Kim looks forward, I would like to watch our back, at least for a while longer." Dohn said from the security station.

"That sounds like an excellent idea. Good thinking Dohn." Paris said appreciatively.

Tom couldn't help but concur with his son's assessment.

* * * * *

"Let's stop by the mess hall to see if Samantha's there. If not, we can go to the playroom and catch up with them there." Bey suggested as the group left the bridge.

"Playroom?" Tom asked hesitantly.

"Angel may be the only baby at the moment, but soon she's going to have several playmates following along right on her heels. We're doing our best to prepare them a place where they will be able to fashion some wonderful childhood memories." Janeway explained.

"It's not just Angel, Don't forget that you've got Naomi here now. She's going to be part of their generation too." Tom interjected as a simple reminder.

"Yeah. That couldn't have turned out better if we had planned it." Paris said with a grin at Tom.

"Actually..." Tom said hesitantly, drawing more than a little attention to himself as he said it.

"Perhaps you'd like to explain that." Janeway firmly suggested as she stopped walking.

"I just mean that I told Samantha a little bit about how your people have chosen to settle down and start your own families. I think that had a lot to do with her decision to go with us." Tom hurriedly fought to explain.

"I'm sorry, but we don't know enough about your day-to-day lives on Voyager to know why that might be." Bey said carefully.

After a moment to consider, Tom cautiously responded, "It's hard to explain... I'm not sure that I really understand it myself. All I can tell you is that everyone on Voyager seems to have put their lives 'on hold'. They can't accept what they've lost and they're too afraid of losing what they think they have to open themselves up to trying anything new."

"I've wondered about how the people on Voyager have been dealing with being in the Delta Quadrant. It didn't occur to me that they might deal by not dealing and pretending that everything's just the same as it ever was." Janeway said frankly as she motioned for the group to start walking again.

"Yeah. And the ironic thing is, if anyone's got a right to cling to the past like that, it's Samantha. She's here without her husband and never even got to tell him that their daughter was born." Tom said frankly.

"Let's see if she's in here." Janeway said as she approached the mess hall door.

"Do you think they'll have any more of those chicken enchiladas and taquitos left from yesterday? Those things were incredible." Tom asked hopefully.

"There's a good chance that they do. Chell and Vorik are usually pretty good about making a little bit more than enough for everyone so that those who really appreciate their work can have a second helping." Paris said informatively as they entered the mess hall.

* * * * *

"How are we doing in here?" Bey asked when he saw H'Ree and Samantha sitting at a table together, feeding babies.

H'Ree was giving Angel a bottle while Samantha was spooning small globs of pale mush into Naomi's eager little mouth.

"It took a few minutes for us to find something right for Naomi, but now I think everything's okay." H'Ree happily announced.

"Actually, Naomi's at the point where she can feed herself... with a little help and supervision. Once we get settled in, I'll work on finding more appropriate foods for her." Samantha explained in a gentle voice as she continued to feed the little girl on her lap.

"She seems to be pretty happy with things just the way they are." Tom said with a tender smile at the baby.

"She's perfectly willing to allow us to pamper her. But when 'princess time' is over, she's going to need food that she can eat by herself." Samantha said frankly.

"I'm sure Vorik and Chell will be happy to help you with that." Janeway said seriously.

"You can count me and Bey in on that too." Paris interjected, then explained, "Angel will be to the point of eating solids before we know it and we need to get at least some idea of how to give her what she needs."

Samantha looked at Paris with surprise, then her expression seemed to melt as she quietly said, "I think this is why I'm here with you."

"So you can show us the way?" Paris asked cautiously.

"No. Just so that I can have someone else with me on the path. Naomi isn't the only one who's going to need peers to rely on and commiserate with." Samantha said frankly.

"I'm right here if you ever need me Sam. I've got you covered." Tom assured her.

"That's another reason that I'm here. If Naomi and I had stayed behind, all we'd have to look forward to is living like ghosts."

"How do you mean?" Janeway asked curiously.

"Even though the Voyager people are good about going through the motions and saying the proper words, you can't miss that look in their eyes. It's like they're looking past us or right through us. If it weren't for Tom checking in on us, I might have faded into the background and become nothing..."


Samantha looked up with surprise at the odd question, then smiled at the blue-skinned boy with the dandelion fluff of brown hair.

"I can make you something more substantial if you'd like, but I wouldn't want to spoil your dinner. I have some pudding made that should be a perfect snack to tide you over." Chell quickly explained.

"That actually sounds wonderful. Thank you so much." Samantha said gratefully.

Chell seemed to be frozen in mid thought, staring past her.

Tom could see, as well as hear, the wave of shock and silence fall over people as they looked toward the door.

Although a part of him warned against the action, a greater part couldn't resist and he followed their worried gazes to discover what was happening.

Two teenage girls were standing in the doorway, both looking as though they had just seen a ghost.

"Oh, right, um... Samantha, did anyone think to mention that there was a hybrid clone made of you, too?" Paris slowly asked.

"No. I'm pretty sure that no one did." Samantha said with an accusatory glance at Tom.

"I didn't because I didn't know. It never even occurred to me to ask about it." Tom immediately said in his defense.

Before Samantha could respond to that, Bey calmly said, "Samantha Wildman, please allow me to introduce Nicoletti J Delaney and Wildman M Delaney."

"We go by Nikki and Meg." Wildman M Delaney quickly interjected.

Samantha stared silently for a moment, then cautiously admitted, "I don't know how the whole 'hybrid clone' thing works. You'll have to excuse me if I say something wrong or jump to a wrong conclusion."

"Yeah. The long and short of it is that your genetics were combined with those of Megan Delaney to produce a hybrid clone." Meg carefully explained.

"I suppose that's not so bad..." Samantha reluctantly admitted.

"...and then, once it was sufficiently matured, that hybrid clone was given your memories, as well as those of Megan Delaney."

"Oh..." Samantha said grimly.

"I know that's a lot to take in and I'll understand it if you can't stand the sight of me. But before you make any decisions about that I just want you to know that I'm in a good place. I'm an important part of the crew and I'm appreciated for the contribution that I make." Meg said bravely.

"I'm glad to hear that." Samantha responded in a daze.

"Since one of my donors and one of Nikki's are sisters, we count each other as family. So no matter how anything else works out, I've got friends, family and a job where I'm valued. Do whatever you need to do to deal with all the changes. I'll be fine." Meg finished confidently.

"Okay. Thank you. I'll keep that in mind."

"I guess that I should also tell you that regardless of what you decide, we're going to consider your daughter to be our sister... it is a girl, isn't it?"

"Yes. Her name is Naomi." Samantha said as she looked lovingly at her daughter.

"You named her after Aunt Nomi? That's wonderful!" Meg said happily.

"We had already agreed that if it was a girl, we were going to name her after Greskrendtregk's mother. But I've never once been able to pronounce it correctly, so when it came time to name her, I decided to take the easy way out." Samantha reluctantly admitted.

"What about Greskrendtregk? Does he know that Naomi was born?" Wildman asked in a concerned whisper.

"If he has any reason to believe that we're alive, he'd have to assume that I'd given birth by now. But as far as notifying him, no. There wasn't any possible way to do that." Samantha said regretfully.

"Oh God. I'm so sorry. This was supposed to be the beginning of everything, the foundation of your lives together, the days that you could look back on in your old age."

"Well, it turned out to be more of an adventure than I had anticipated. I was supposed to go along with Voyager as a xenobiologist, just to fill out their sciences team. The fact that I was pregnant wasn't really an issue since there was no conceivable way that my services would actually be needed on the mission." Samantha distantly explained.

"But why did you decide to go with us? It seems like you'd have every reason to want to get back to the Alpha Quadrant." Wildman gently asked.

"My heart wants to go back so badly that it hurts. My head, however, is telling me that this is not only what's best for me in the long run, but what's best for Naomi. We need to make lives for ourselves in the here and now. Focusing on what we've lost or what might have been isn't healthy and it's not the childhood that I want for Naomi to grow up with." Samantha explained.

"When you put it that way, it makes perfect sense." Paris said frankly.

Bey enthusiastically added, "Not only will Naomi be able to grow up looking toward the future, but she'll be able to do it with children near her own age."

"Tom mentioned that some of you have gotten married..." Samantha said in a leading tone.

"Carey and I were married a few weeks ago." Janeway volunteered.

"Of course, Bey and I are married. You've already met our daughter, Angel." Paris quickly added.

"There are at least four other married couples and probably five or six more who are working their way toward it." Bey added.

"I think Naomi's had enough." Samantha said as she started cleaning the baby's face.

"Why don't you let me do that? Go ahead and enjoy your pudding and we'll take care of the kids for a minute." Bey suggested as he motioned toward the pudding that had arrived at some point while they had been talking.

"Can I help?" H'Ree asked hopefully.

"Of course. You're our care provider. You need to know how to watch after Naomi in case Samantha needs an extra hand sometime." Bey explained.

"H'Ree watches Angel when everyone is called to battle stations." Paris added.

"Kel watches Angel more than I do. Sometimes, like now, he has stuff to do with the transporters. But when things get scary, I take care of Angel so that no one has to worry about where she is or if she's okay."

"I think it's wonderful that you've given so much priority to the safety of the children. If I had any doubts about my decision, I think that proves that Naomi and I are right where we need to be." Samantha said quietly.

As she finished saying the words she noticed Meg and Nikki anxiously hanging on her every word. It took a moment for her to realize just what it was that they were waiting for.

"I want for Naomi to grow up with a variety of people in her life. Not just a bunch of 'honorary' aunts and uncles who won't even deign to change a diaper. It appears that we're genetically related. On a biological level, we're family. I can't think of a single reason that Naomi should be denied that. I don't know if we'll call you her sisters or aunts, but however it works, you are our 'blood' relations. Nothing will ever change that." Samantha said soberly.

Meg and Nikki were both openly crying by the end of Samantha's declaration.

Although thoughts of enchiladas and taquitos repeatedly crossed his mind, Tom was content to stand aside and watch how things were working out for Samantha and Naomi.

* * * * *

"We've been waiting for an announcement. Are you going to tell us what happened?" A young man asked as he walked into the mess hall.

Tom immediately went on alert at the older teenager's demanding tone.

"We're running silent, so I'd rather not make a ship-wide announcement if it can be avoided. Besides, I thought it would be better if we walked the ship so that we could talk to everyone face-to-face and answer whatever questions they might have." Janeway explained succinctly, yet politely.

"Yeah. Okay. That does sound like a good idea." The boy admitted as he looked at Tom and Samantha uncertainly.

"Blain U'Lanai, may I present Tom Paris, Samantha Wildman and her daughter, Naomi." Paris said formally.

"U'Lanai? Like Mileena U'Lanai?" Tom asked cautiously.

"Yes. She's one of my donors. The other is Ensign Hogan Blain from security."

"So do all of you take the names of your donors?" Tom asked curiously.

"Not all of us." Bey said hesitantly.

Tom looked to Paris for some sort of an explanation.

"Bey's donors were Sudor and Seska..." Paris began to explain, but was interrupted by Tom's cringe.

"I'm guessing one or the other of them have shown their true colors by now." Paris surmised.

"Yeah. Both, I think. Seska betrayed us and ran off with the Kazon-Nistrum, last we saw of her. Sudor... let's just say that he's getting to spend a lot of time in his cabin, thinking about what he's done with his life." Tom said gravely.

"At least you know about them. I was worried that they might have been able to hide their true selves from you and were waiting for opportunities to betray you." Bey said honestly.

"Been there, done that." Tom said frankly, then turned back to the young man still standing before them and said, "Excuse my manners, Blain. There's a lot going on right now. It's a pleasure to meet you. I don't know Ensign Blain. I mean, I'd know who he was if I passed him in the hallway, but I don't think we've ever spoken a single word to each other."

"He's kind of hard to get to know." Blain easily admitted.

"That may be true, but Mileena and I had the opportunity to become... I don't know if you'd call it friends, but I think it was something more than casual acquaintances. We got along well together so I guess that kind of makes up for it." Tom finished with a smile.

Blain nodded uncertainly.

"We had to part company with Voyager. The little bit of time we spend traveling with them showed us that we have different values and objectives." Janeway carefully explained.

Tom looked around and saw that everyone in the mess hall, including Chell and a half-Vulcan boy at his side, were listening carefully to what Janeway had to say.

"But wasn't there some way that we could have at least seen or spoken to our donors?" Blain asked as he was obviously fighting to contain his emotions.

"If there would have been any way that I could have done that for you I would have. Captain Janeway forbade us having contact with them." Janeway said regretfully.

"But after we risked our lives to save them, they wouldn't even let us talk to our families? How could they be that cold-blooded?" Blain asked as, despite his best efforts, tears began to fall down his cheeks.

Janeway seemed to be at a loss, so Tom quietly answered, "Captain Janeway has this habit of constructing the reality that she wants, then doing everything in her power to prove that her reality is everything she dreamed that it would be. Sometimes that can work in your favor. When she looked at me, she saw me as being a trustworthy pilot and officer. After that, she gave me every opportunity to prove her right."

"But when she saw us, she didn't see something worth believing in?" Blain quietly guessed.

"I don't know what she saw. She's not one to share her every thought with the people around her. But from her decisions and actions, I'd guess that she either didn't trust you, didn't believe you or just wasn't prepared to accept the reality of your existence." Tom said carefully.

"So she treated us like crap and in so doing, prompted us to take the action that confirmed the reality that she preferred to believe. That being, the one in which we don't exist... at least in relation to her and her ship." Janeway said hesitantly.

"Yeah. At least, that's one way of looking at it." Tom confirmed.

"What's another way?" Bey asked cautiously, apparently not entirely sure that he wanted to know the answer.

"That she's an ungrateful bitch who wants what she wants and damn everyone else." Tom said simply.

"Could be both." Paris interjected.

Tom was surprised by the statement, but after a moment to consider, he broke into a smile and said, "Yes. I suppose it could be."

* * * * *

"How is everyone doing out here? Can I get anyone anything?" Chell asked cheerfully as he approached their table.

"I think we're all fine as far as food, but I was wondering, do you happen to have three crew cabins that are ready for use?" Paris asked cautiously.

"Three? That's kind of a steep order." Chell said with an anxious look.

"How close can you get us?" Paris asked cautiously.

"Well, I've got one cabin ready. No problem." Chell hurried to assure them.

"Samantha, that's for you and Naomi." Tom said simply.

"I wouldn't want for you and Harry to have to do without." Samantha said anxiously.

"Not to worry. Not only have I seen with my own eyes that Paris has a perfectly good couch, but I've also been assured that he has a spare room that is being reserved for me, should I ever need it." Tom finished with a smile.

"That's right. You're always welcome and I know the boys would love to have you spend the night with us." Paris promised.

Tom felt assurance rise within him as Bey nodded his wholehearted agreement.

"Well, the second room isn't too bad. I've been using it for storage. Once the boxes are moved out, it shouldn't take more than a few cosmetic touches to make it perfectly comfortable." Chell rushed to explain.

"That doesn't sound too bad. Maybe you and Harry could stay at our place and work on that together." Paris suggested.

"I guess we could." Tom said noncommittally. He wasn't against the idea, but couldn't say that he wanted to devote a lot of time or energy to the endeavor.

"The third room might take some doing..." Chell continued.

"How bad is it?" Paris asked cautiously.

"It's one of the old Kazon cabins that's been gutted. We haven't done any reconstruction on it yet since there hasn't been a need for extra cabins." Chell tried to explain.

"Believe me, I understand the need to prioritize. If Tom and Harry weren't here we could easily go a few more months without even thinking about the unused cabins." Paris assured him.

"Still, it's going to take some work. Because of the smell, we're in the habit of ripping everything out and fumigating it before we start to rebuild. All that's in there right now is the support structure that you will attach the wall, floor and ceiling panels to." Chell said seriously.

"Stripped to the studs. Got it." Tom said thoughtfully.

"Most of what you're going to be doing to fix it up is just old fashioned physical labor, isn't it?" Bey asked quietly.

"Yes. I think so." Paris said, then looked to Chell for confirmation.

"You might want to use some sort of machinery to carry the panels and hold them in place as you attach them, but you could probably manage to do that manually, if you wanted to." Chell said slowly.

"Since we're travelling silently, most people aren't able to do their regular jobs anyway. Maybe if we asked around, we could get enough volunteer manpower to fix up Tom and Harry's cabins before we reach Uti 1192." Bey suggested.

"Are we going to have everything that we need to outfit three cabins?" Janeway asked curiously.

"How so?" Paris asked in return.

"Furnishings, bed linens, whatever else they might need to be comfortable." Janeway elaborated.

"They're also going to need things for the baby." H'Ree added.

"Don't worry about that. Let's just get everything set up as best we can, then just as soon as we're ready to stop running silent, we can replicate whatever else we need." Tom said simply.

A few silent glances were exchanged before Paris quietly admitted, "We don't have replicators."

"You do now." Tom said simply, then explained, "The Sacajawea is a class 6 shuttle, it has a replicator built in. That's one of the reasons I took it instead of a shuttle that was more heavily armored."

"We have a replicator?" Janeway asked in astonishment.

"This changes everything." Bey said distantly.

"How so?" Tom asked curiously.

"Everything that we've done and everything that we've planned to do has been with the understanding that we'd have to fashion what we needed from what we could scavenge and repurpose. Having access to a replicator changes the foundational premise of everything that we do on a daily basis. Things that we had given up on are now possible." Paris said slowly as his mind seemed to be racing.

"I can't tell if you're happy or upset right now." Tom said honestly.

"We're happy, of course... we're just surprised." Paris admitted, then quietly added, "Really, really surprised."

"We don't want to squander this opportunity." Janeway said thoughtfully.

"I'm guessing that we're not talking about my cabin anymore." Tom ventured.

"What?... Oh, yeah. We're still going to do that. We've got eleven long, technology free days to get all three cabins fitted to your specifications." Paris assured him.

"But you'll also be using those eleven days to cook up a wish list of things to replicate." Tom added, with the same tone and inflection.

"What do you want for us to do? Pretend it's not there? Not use it?" Paris asked curiously.

"No. I'm not suggesting that at all. I guess that I'm just worried that after finding this paradise of people forming families and looking toward the future, that I may have just introduced them to their destruction." Tom said frankly.

"We live with technology every day... just not this particular technology." Paris reminded him.

"I know. And maybe it's just me being silly, but it just seems to me that bringing a replicator into paradise may cause your wonderful, incredible little community to break down into a collection of unrelated individuals, each worried only about what they want and how to get it." Tom said seriously.

"Do you think having a replicator could really do that do us?" Bey asked curiously.

"I'm not saying that it will, I'm saying that it might." Tom fought to explain.

"How do we prevent the future that you're so worried about?" Janeway asked cautiously.

"Short of jettisoning the Sacajawea into the nearest star, I don't know that we can." Tom said honestly.

"I don't think it's a matter of whether or not we have access to the replicator, but how we use that technology..." Paris trailed off in thought.

Everyone around the mess hall waited.

"The wise thing to do wouldn't be to get rid of the replicator and deprive ourselves of access to the technology, but to be sure that we use the technology responsibly. Periodically we're going to have to look at what we're doing and confirm that it's for the good of the community and not just some stupid wish-fulfillment for certain individuals." Paris said thoughtfully.

"What you're saying is making me think of the holodecks." Tom said quietly.

"I guess a holodeck could be a useful tool for training... maybe preparing for a big battle and working through different scenarios." Paris said thoughtfully.

"We used them more for recreation. I recreated Sandrines..." Tom reluctantly admitted.

"A place where you can get drunk and hustle pool... yeah, that sounds like a productive use of resources." Paris said sourly.

"It's nice to see that you inherited my sarcasm." Tom said with a grin.

"No. This is Chakotay's. I'm saving yours for when I really need to unleash." Paris said as he fought down a smile.

"So what are we doing now? Are we still walking the ship? Are we going to check out the replicator? Are we going to get cabins for the newest members of our crew?" Bey asked bluntly.

"We can't do anything with the replicator until we reach Uti 1192." Janeway said simply, then stood as she continued, "But if Chell wouldn't mind, we could go right now and show Samantha hers and Naomi's cabin. If we should run into some members of the crew along the way, we might be able to answer a few questions and allay a few fears as we go."

"Before we do that, I had one question for Lieutenant Paris." Blain said nervously.

"Sure. What can I do for you?" Tom asked cautiously.

"Just... looking at you... I thought. Did you, um... you know, um, sleep with, my donor... you know, my mom?" Blain asked uncomfortably.

Tom looked the young man in the eyes as he reluctantly said, "Yeah."

To Be Continued...

Editor's Notes:

What a wonderful surprise!

It has been quite some time since we have visited with the folks from Son Of Voyager,

As always with MM's stories, we find ourselves very interested in what's been happening while were away, or was it they who were away, it's hard to keep track of things like that.

I do hope that we are not going to get just one little glimpse into the situation, but at least can get a better feeling for some of that has happened while we were out to lunch, so to speak.

At least we weren't dropped in the middle of a raging battle, or maybe suddenly pulled away from everything and have to wait for a long time to wonder what happened again.

Anyway, thank you, MM for bringing us back to son of Voyager. This story was one of my favourites. I am very pleased to see more of it.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher