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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]

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."