Cambridge lets out a heavy sigh. Later than this lot; still earlier than him. Julian would know about a lot of things, including Wolf 359, but not the later Borg invasion that nearly devastated the Federation entirely. The one that was only stopped by the Caeliar.
"Bugger," he mutters. "Well, get on with it," and he hikes himself back onto one of the biobeds. His body language is casual to the point of being a little out of place, sort of careless.
"I'm from closer to fifteen years from now, forgive me if I'm less than specific, and I've been exposed in the meantime to biological material from the Gamma Quadrant and the Delta Quadrant, as well as whatever the Alpha Quadrant cooked up in the meantime. That includes extensive contact with alien races that you've never heard of. Standard Starfleet procedure was always followed. Eventually. And thus, I am likely immune to anything on board, and the danger will be to the rest of you."
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"Bugger," he mutters. "Well, get on with it," and he hikes himself back onto one of the biobeds. His body language is casual to the point of being a little out of place, sort of careless.
"I'm from closer to fifteen years from now, forgive me if I'm less than specific, and I've been exposed in the meantime to biological material from the Gamma Quadrant and the Delta Quadrant, as well as whatever the Alpha Quadrant cooked up in the meantime. That includes extensive contact with alien races that you've never heard of. Standard Starfleet procedure was always followed. Eventually. And thus, I am likely immune to anything on board, and the danger will be to the rest of you."
A brief pause.
"Also," he says, "you write like a robot."