I tried to stay out of the entire Tuvix mess. Not a headache I want, nobody would listen to the 'transporter clone' idea anyway when I mentioned it as a option in case of a cure was found. At least I have the Doc to come up the cure much faster this time so people didn't have so much time getting used to Tuvix being around.
Sighing softly I look out into space, watching spacedust interact with the shields, creating the 'flying in a sea of stars' effect. I stayed the hell out of Tuvix way so at least I didn't get to know him.
I likely would have liked the guy and as such would feel even worse.
At least I have plenty of opportunities to say 'I told you so!' to both B'Elanna and Harry. I also managed to force a policy to always TEST the transporter on something else after a repair before beaming sapient beings.
Guess that count for something.
We have currently left the Captain and the First Officer behind on some rock due to them being infected by some bug. Something in the environment suppress the effects but if they where brought onto the ship it would kill them in days.
If I remember correctly the cure have something to do with the Viidians, but its been years since I saw this.
At least with Tuvok in command I managed to introduce some things, like pockets. I have been using them for ages, but now they are for everyone. Hail Pockets!
Still trying to get major things through is like talking to a logical brick wall. 'While your initiative is appreciated Mr Hiver, Starfleet is a organization of peace and exploration and having everyone armed at all times and daily combat drills are not compatible with that spirit' and 'Installing physical bulkheads in all hallways would indeed slow down a intruder, but it would also require a rather sever reconstruction of the entire interior of the ship, a undertaking we neither got the personnel or resources for at this point in time'.
Bite my shiny metal ass.
I shake my head and return to my small project. Mostly for practice I'm trying to construct a small hovering camera drone. While I am perfectly able to learn by reading or watching, learning by doing always was the best way for me.
A small anti grav unit from a childs toy, a bunch of sensors from a broken tricorder and the subspace link from a combadge along with a simple computer core should in theory give me a hovering camera and sensor platform that could be connected either to a communication implant or some kind of screen.
Even with the help of the computer and the occasional tip from the crew in engineering this is sodding hard and I'm not even at the programing part yet. Luckily that part can be done with considerate computer assistance.
I keep fiddling with the parts, mainly using my mechadendrite because after two months they actually have as good find control as my fingers and its easier to access the interior of the shell with them. Wearing them constantly other than in the shower really help. Luckily I sleep on my side.
While I use the extra limbs to hold the parts I try and use a microwelder in a free hand to fuse the connector on the powersource to the antigrav unit, I try to remember what the hell come next in the timeline. As bad as the show was, I now wished I payed fucking attention.
At the very least I'm sure I have time until we arrive at Borg space. Oh well, I'm sure we will be invaded by something or the other before then and after that I can try pushing for internal defenses again.
Either way its time to start looking for another upgrade of some sort. Been debating over sensors or some kind of defenses. I kind of doubt I will be allowed weapon upgrades...maybe if I joined security.
But then again I rather be running away from than towards boarding parties.
Sadly the ship don't have anything like MAKOs or Hazard Team. Maybe if I'm right a few more times I can start pushing for some changes.
I grin as the sphere start to humm and raise of the table before letting out a couple of sparks and dropping back down, making me frown at it.
Oh well, at least that let me push back the real challenge of this project:
Suppressing the urge to dress it up like a Servo-skull. I doubt the rest of the crew would appreciate the aesthetics.