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arrival . ota
Hugh Cambridge is partway through an analysis of an artifact - an old one, part of an extended paper that he'd never finished - when the transition comes.
At first, he assumes the ship's entered some sort of anomaly, and he turns away from the viewport (the stars have shifted, how odd), his hand moving to his combadge. A quick touch, and he starts, "Cambridge to -"
This isn't Voyager. In fact, this is the Ten-Forward of a Galaxy Class starship, unless he misses his mark. Populated with a few handfuls of people, some out of uniform, some in uniform, but those in are wearing the style that was in use twenty years earlier. Cambridge's uniform has shoulders of a grey-purple, and the turtleneck inside is medical/science blue. His combadge is thinner and sleeker.
"- Oh, bugger," finishes Cambridge. It's an illusion or it's time travel - neither of those bodes well.
At first, he assumes the ship's entered some sort of anomaly, and he turns away from the viewport (the stars have shifted, how odd), his hand moving to his combadge. A quick touch, and he starts, "Cambridge to -"
This isn't Voyager. In fact, this is the Ten-Forward of a Galaxy Class starship, unless he misses his mark. Populated with a few handfuls of people, some out of uniform, some in uniform, but those in are wearing the style that was in use twenty years earlier. Cambridge's uniform has shoulders of a grey-purple, and the turtleneck inside is medical/science blue. His combadge is thinner and sleeker.
"- Oh, bugger," finishes Cambridge. It's an illusion or it's time travel - neither of those bodes well.
no subject
He doesn't explain. He just gets to his feet.
"Before we speak again, I hope you make up your mind," says Cambridge, "on how much you would and would not like to know about your future on Voyager. In addition, you can decide or decide not to have any further interaction with me. I won't take it personally. Voyager is where I belong, but not your Voyager." A tight, and bitter smile. "You don't know me from Adam."
And, if there's nothing else, Cambridge will go.