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[deus_ex_cadet]

If you so happened to be in the little "pocket universe" that so recently was subject to a Burby invasion, you are likely to recognize the uniform which the young man now in town is wearing. In fact, you may recognize the young man himself.

He's certainly assumed that his arrival in this place is somehow tied to the visitors of mysterious origin that were aboard the Enterprise immediately prior to his own unintentional departure, though of course the appearance of the visitors had not actually been explained to anyone's satisfaction before he left.

Now he's exploring, tricorder in hand, and wondering idly about the words of The Traveler, when he had last seen him.

Wesley, there is a power within each of us that most people haven't begun to realize... you have, or I would not have known to come here now...

Now would really be a good time for him to figure out how to tap into that power.

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[deus_ex_cadet]

He nods at her introduction, and he does ease up the tension in his posture a bit, but doesn't entirely relax. Under the circumstances, he couldn't really be expected to.

"Captain. Did you just arrive here as well?"

[directives]

A nod, a pursing of her lips. "Yours is the first Federation signal I've picked up since--" Being beamed away from the Relativity and back to the 24th Century. Not... here. Wherever here was. She couldn't share those details with him, of course. Temporal Prime Directive. "--departing. Had I known transporters were going to drop me off here, I would've insisted upon taking a shuttle."

[deus_ex_cadet]

"I'm not even sure how to make sense of how everyone got here in the first place."

He shuts his tricorder and returns it to its pocket, at the side of his uniform, and glances around with a frown.

"Some of the individuals here wound up aboard the Enterprise, just before I left. When I found myself pulled here, we were still working on figuring out how."

[directives]

Were Voyager in her proper place in the Alpha Quadrant instead of lost in the Delta Quadrant, she'd ask which Enterprise he meant. But, being that detail wasn't included in any of the little communication they've had with Starfleet Command and home, and Seven of Nine hasn't been forthcoming with any of the details pertaining to the Borg's most recent encounter with Jean-Luc Picard and his crew, she's only aware of there being one Enterprise in service, and that's the D. Not the E, even though the D was destroyed the same year she and her vessel were lost.

Funny what a few months time difference does. Or a few years -- more than a few.

"Do you think it's possible you were caught in the wake of their departure?" Though, that didn't exactly explain how she got here.

[deus_ex_cadet]

As far as Wesley knows, there's only one ship named Enterprise currently in service - of course, she's still got a few years of service left in her at the point he comes from. He's already considering a few discrepancies that certainly point to him being from some time earlier than Captain Janeway. Though he's already encountered a few individuals from entirely different realities - some temporal inconsistencies hardly seem surprising. He doesn't know of any Voyager in service, and he does still study up on the fleet, now and again, even if he doesn't pore over schematics with the same sense of fantasy he did before he'd been assigned a real post.

"That's what I had been assuming, though we had no idea exactly how. We didn't detect any kind of temporal anomaly, and I'm still not detecting so much as a single chroniton particle - not that my tricorder's been that consistent here. And from what I've heard talking to people here, a lot of them just wound up here, without any kind of explanation. Which means we need to find some commonality..."

His thoughts running away with him, he stops for a moment. Time to address... time.

"Captain, can I ask what stardate it is, where you came from?"

[directives]

Time. This was going to have to be addressed, and there were certain things that were going to have to be shared, unavoidably so. She hated having toe that fine line between what was appropriate and what was forbidden by the Temporal Prime Directive - even more so that this wasn't her first time having to do so.

"Stardate 52861.274, as of the last log entry I made." On November 11th, 2375 at 8:45 in the morning. She hadn't yet calculated how much time had passed between then, the temporal distortions aboard Voyager, leaping into the future, past, and back again, only to end up in this place. "I suspect I'm a little farther ahead than you are, Ensign. Though it's unlikely we would've crossed path if you were properly aligned with me." Which she will get to the details of that at some point.

[deus_ex_cadet]

"That's definitely ahead of me... the last I checked, it was stardate 44291.7. There isn't even a ship called Voyager serving in Starfleet when I'm from."

And he has to resist the temptation to ask her about what she means - if she's ahead of him, then he knows he shouldn't pry, no matter how curious he is about it.

"Not that it's that surprising, with anything that could have brought all of us here. Everyone else that I've spoken to seem to be from some pretty widely varying backgrounds."

[directives]

"She hasn't been commissioned yet." When they'd left Deep Space 9, her ship had been one of the most advanced, top of the line ships in the entire fleet. Fresh off the fleet yards with innovative bio-neural gel pack technology - they'd likely had that place on Starfleet's mantle stolen from them a few years ago, as there was no telling what sort of advancements had been made in their absence.

Which brings her to her next point, for it wasn't as simple as her having been pulled from another point in time, but another point in time from the far other side of the galaxy.

"My ship's last known position was over 65,000 lightyears from Earth - in the Delta Quadrant. I think it's safe to say that we're something of a jumbled mess of displaced refugees."

[deus_ex_cadet]

And for Wesley here, there isn't even a Deep Space 9 yet. The time difference isn't the biggest point for him, though - not once she explains their position and his eyes light with amazement, widening at 'Delta Quadrant'.

"The Delta Quadrant? How did you wind up there? It wasn't Q, was it?"

And then he gathers himself a bit, having been a bit carried away with his wonder.

"Um, if I can ask, Captain." Sir? Ma'am? Uh-oh.

[directives]

Ahh, the good ol' days when Deep Space 9 was still Terok Nor and Odo was looking awkward in that Cardassian armor. Good times, good times. (Only not.)

"Oh, no. Not Q, which I'm not sure whether to count that as a fortunate or unfortunate circumstance. At least I can reason with Q on most days, but I'm afraid we were hauled to the other side of the galaxy by an entity known as the Caretaker who'd had... somewhat noble desires, albeit misguided." Very misguided, though she'd come to understand them in the end. "Once we arrived, it was impossible to be sent back," because she destroyed the Caretaker's array to save the Ocampa, "so I did the only thing I could do: Set a course for home."

Long story short. And it'd be ma'am, if he asked or used sir and gave her the opportunity to correct him. Just like an eager young Harry Kim had done on his first day on the bridge, when he'd been practically tripping over himself in attempt to appease his new captain. He'd certainly come a long way since then.

"I don't see the harm in discussing the basics."