A Personal Moment

Posted on Tue Jul 26, 2011 @ 8:19am by

361 words; about a 2 minute read

Ever since Voyager had been stranded in the Delta Quadrant, Ensign Kim had been completely focused on repair efforts. Harry used his quarters only for a couple hours of sleep a day. Otherwise, he was either at his bridge station, or working in Engineering with Lt. Carey. Now, most of the repairs were as complete as they could be without access to a starbase.

Voyager was still 12 hours away from its destination where it hoped to find its missing crewmen. Outside of repairs, Harry had been conducting scan after scan. Fortunately, they still had a functioning science department that could handle their analysis, allowing Harry to take his first night in a week to relax and catch a few hours of sleep.

His belongings were still in the duffel bag he carried aboard from DS-9. Sitting on the bed, he realized how spartan the decor in his quarters was. No paintings, pictures, or art of any kind. When Voyager returned to the Alpha Quadrant, he would have to pick up a couple things.

If they returned.

Harry had stood there while the Captain and the Maquis Commander tried to get everything they could out of the old man who wasn't hardly helpful. He rubbed the spot on his chest where an alien probe made its own entry point to his body. He had felt violated after the fact, seeing how he wasn't conscious enough to do anything about it then.

What was this strange man up to?

Why in the galaxy would he be compelled to pull the Starship Voyager 70,000 lightyears away from home?

He was supposed to be relaxing.

With a sigh, Harry opened his duffel bag and began to search for his clarinet. It didn't take him long to discover that it wasn't there. Harry sat down on his bed in disappointment. Outside his family, his classes, and now his career, playing that instrument was his only real hobby.

His family. Everyone he knew. 70 years away. Harry laid down and closed his eyes that were beginning to water. Out of the hundreds aboard, he knew not a soul. For the first time in his life, he felt truly alone.

 

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