Dude, where's your ship? Its invisible dude...oh.

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Ensign Reese Hawkins

Log 002

USS Arcadia

 

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"You have the word."

 

Ah yes, those four little words were all I needed to press a small button to activate the anti-matter injectors, that would pour energy into the core, and onto an Orb sent to us by gods that would get us home. It was hard, real hard. It felt like my finger was being held up by one of those gods, not allowing me to press the button. I had to breathe, calm myself. I brought my mind to bear on the fact that these were gods, hopefully, and knew what they were doing. But you never know, they could be doing this to see if we could screw up bad enough to the point that we all die. I kept on thinking back to Q. His encounters with the Enterprise D, he was merely toying with them when he flung them far into the Delta Quadrant, and revealing us to the Borg. He shook himself out of his thought, he had to FOCUS!

 

He brought his index finger on the button, activating the core that stood tall in front of him. He heard the familar hum of the core feeding massive amounts of energy into the dilythium chamber. It was successful, Zel was right. He leaned forward gasping for air, as he had been holding his breathe for quite sometime, bracing for an impact that never occured. He was mad at himself for not having faith, faith in himself and his newfound family and crew. But who could blame him? He contacted the Captain, informing him of the newly restored power. Lights were coming on, and turbolifts charging up. He watched silently as small consoles through Main Engineering blipped to life, as they fed in new information of where and when they are. He never thought he would be so glad to see the diagnostic console on, but he was. He wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced over at Zel. Her face showed very little emotion. It wasn't one of suprise, obviously as she had told him three or four times that it would work, but one of satisfaction, like something had just been revealed to her.  He shrugged it off, eager to get to the bridge.

 

He made his way to the turbolift, motioning for Zel to follow. But just as he made the motion, the whole ship became translucent. He could see through the main console, through the bulkheads to the stars beyond. He was, once again, in disbelief. He soon found himself making a loud thud on a floor he couldnt see. He had fallen down. Making his way up was harder than trying to clean a dirty plasma injector half a meter out of your reach. But he looked on, as Zel simply stood there, motionless, but in awe as well. A glimpse of emotion sprung from her face. She was obviously happy about this. This was something she had seen before. He looked around again, and found there were many, portals. Lights flowing about in the invisible ship that were about the average height of a man. They were everywhere, he could even look up and see them on the decks above, including the bridge.

 

Then before he could say anything to Zel, or anyone else, he found himself on the ground. They were all in a tall field of grass, with a small tree over in the distance. He could make out the familar colors of Starfleet uniforms. Zel had already started to cut through the tall grass towards the rest, and he followed. He was eager to get to the Captain. They found him, and the rest of the Arcadia crew. Minus the two missing ones. The Captain was leaning against the side of the tree trunk. He was chatting with Lt. Commander Dacotah over what just happened and how they could do it again. They came to the conclusion that thought was the culprit. It reminded him of the Enterprise-D's account with the being called The Traveller. Thought was a powerful mechanism, indeed.

 

Then without warning, we were taken to our missing crew mates, and quickly taken to what was a Vogart ship. Most of the equipment looked as if it were long abandoned, except for a small console. it sat in the corner meekly, flashing an eerie green light. That couldn't be good...

 

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