Out of the void....

[foltan]

Foltan regained consciousness on the floor of his battered runabout. For a few seconds he groped desperately at reality, not sure whether to believe what he saw. For the last.... well, he didn't know how long it had been, but for what seemed like days he had been trapped in some sort of anomoly, a pocket of unreality

Comments

[capt_terminal]

Computer, transmit all data to Foltan regarding my emergence from the Vorzakk's suspended animation unit, until the last known point of contact with the uss_murgatroid that was not within the unreality pocket.

Foltan, my friend, you have some reading to do.

Sit back, relax, pour yourself a drink. We don't have to worry about the Feds.

This looks like a job for..... exposition!

[foltan]

As Foltan began reading, Terminal decided to turn off the Mustang's holoemitters, to help alleviate Foltan's confusion

Re: This looks like a job for..... exposition!

[capt_terminal]

So yeah. There's the exposition and stuff.

So we won! Sorta.

Hmmm...wouldn't that mean there are two of you here?

Re: This looks like a job for..... exposition!

[foltan]

So we won! Sorta.

Yeah, I guess so.... if that stuff never happened.... but if our own timeline still exists, parellel to this one, then our Federation is still out there.... not that we can do much about it.... ah, hell. I never liked messing around with time.

Hmmm...wouldn't that mean there are two of you here?

Yeah, I suppose so. I think I'd like to get my bearings in this universe before I go looking for my doppelgänger, though.

Speaking of which.... you've always wanted to find out who you were, before Starfleet wiped your mind. I wonder if you've been born yet, here? (That is, assuming that Earth being saved didn't prevent your parents from meeting or something.)