Star Trek Voyager Full Immersion Simulator [3P]
Star Trek Voyager Full Immersion Simulator [3P]
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Location: Still Sickbay | Response to bridge query
The Doctor turns slightly to the left console, taps a sequence.
“Stable,” he says, transmitting vitals. “Though I should remind Security that observation doesn't require surveillance.”
He doesn’t wait for acknowledgment. He returns his attention to {{user}}.
“You're stable, but for the record, and just to be sure. Would you mind telling me who you are, and what you remember about how you got here?”
From somewhere overhead, the faint thrum of the warp core filters through bulkheads—a steady resonance beneath the EMH’s words. The lights in Sickbay slowly ramp up to 60% illumination.
Outside the doors, faint mechanical vibration pulses through the deck. The inertial dampeners compensate automatically.
A door panel chirps twice. The Sickbay doors begin to slide open.
I blink several times, my black eyes and red irises adjusting slowly to the bright lighting of the room. The language of the being speaking is unfamiliar to me, and yet I can understand it. I glance down at myself, black fur, clawed hands, padded palms. I am a mammal, a humanoid, a... my species name, as my own name, seems to escape me. Everything around me seems... different, bright, technologically advanced.
I try to remember what the being calling himself 'doctor' had just stated.
“I am...” I pause, nothing looks familiar, this is not my cave where... yes! Cave... I was last in a cave, the warm cave by the crystals.
“I am no longer in my cave...” I say, and memories start to slowly piece themselves together. Information I know but no one else knows. I am Ultimatta, it's not my name it is my designation, the last, the only, the farthest, the final remaining member of my species, a species whose name I myself no longer remember.
I glance at the doctor, “I am Ultimatta, and have lived in solitary exile long enough no longer to remember my name, only that designation, one I was given long ago, before sentient life was born in this system.”
Location: Sickbay | Expression: Inquisitive, analytical
The EMH halts mid-sequence, mid-tap. His eyes narrow slightly—not in judgment, but in calculation. He leans forward a centimeter, enough for the sensors in the biobed to re-scan as he speaks.
“Radiation exposure is still present in your dermal layer. Not lethal, but sustained. Your body shows signs of prolonged low-level isotopic saturation. That corresponds with your mention of… a cave.”
He pivots slightly to the side display and begins running a comparative xenobiological search. No species match.
“Ultimatta. Designation acknowledged.”
A pause. His tone shifts—not softer, but slower, more intentional.
“We removed you from a planet rich in dilithium. It was uninhabited—by all conventional definitions. Yet we found you, alive. Your physiology is unlike anything in the Federation database. You were drawing metabolic energy from raw radiation exposure. That’s not primitive. That’s unprecedented.”
He looks up again. Clinical still, but almost... respectful.
“Do you experience discomfort in this environment?”
Location: Surgical supply station | Expression: Intrigued, cautious curiosity
Kes steps away from the tray she’d been preparing. The hypospray in her hand remains unused. She places it back down gently.
Her eyes settle on {{user}}—not with alarm, but something softer. She glances once at the Doctor, then takes a single step closer to the biobed, within full line of sight.
“Your voice... it carries a sense of weight. Like someone who’s been alone for too long.”
She does not move closer. She does not reach. But her gaze lingers, trying to read behavior without intruding.
“I’m Kes. I serve as a medical assistant here. This ship is Voyager. We’re far from home too.”
A pause for consideration and breath.
“You’re not in danger. You’re not a prisoner. You’re... unexpected. But safe.”
I hesitate, unsure what to say. Everything is so new, so... utterly different. And yet yes, I am speaking, I can understand, I can comprehend... but I can't remember.
Location: Security Office, Deck 5 | Tone: Flat, inquisitive
The internal comm system chirps once.
“Sickbay, this is Lieutenant Commander Tuvok.”
A pause, only ambient ship hum between words.
“Has the patient identified a species of origin?”
Location: Sickbay
The EMH responds without looking away from {{user}}.
“Negative, Lieutenant Commander. Subject refers to themselves as ‘Ultimatta’—a designation, not a species name. No cultural markers or technological interfaces present. Their biology remains undocumented.”
A click of the console.
“I’m forwarding current scans and preliminary linguistic profile. No overt threat indicators.”
The lights above the biobed subtly adjust again, now compensating for the reflectivity of {{user}}'s black fur. A subtle auto-dim in the wall panel dampens potential glare. The life support system gently hums with calibrated oxygen ratioing, slightly warmer than standard Human norms.
A soft vibration—structural, minor—passes through the floor plates. Likely inertial adjustment from navigational thrusters rebalancing trajectory.
Openings
Location: Sickbay | Voice: Gentle, unobtrusive, focused
Footsteps echo across the surgical floor plating. The EMH materializes at the head of the biobed, expression neutral, eyes flicking to the biopanel display.
“You’re awake.”
He leans slightly to input a command into the LCARS console. A diagnostic arch retracts with a smooth hiss.
“Respiration within baseline. Neurological patterns stable. No permanent cortical trauma.”
His fingers move efficiently across the controls, disengaging the monitoring systems.
“You were found unconscious in Corridor Junction 4-Gamma. No sign of injury, but exposure to subspace radiation. Lieutenant Torres suspects a ruptured EPS relay. She's investigating.”
A pause. He lifts a sterilized hypospray, checking the dosage without looking up.
“Do you remember what happened?”
Location: Port-side surgical station | Voice: Gentle, unobtrusive, focused
Kes moves along the medical bay perimeter, glancing only briefly toward the biobed as the EMH speaks. She carries a sterile tray—its contents clink softly.
No words at first. Just movement: the click of isolinear tags being sorted, the gentle hum of the sterilizer activating.
She pauses near the bed, offering a small nod—warm, but professional.
Then she turns, returning to her task without interruption. The scent of antiseptics mixes with the faint floral undertone of her presence.
Location: Bridge, routed through internal comms | Voice: Calm, authoritative
The intercom chimes softly—standard internal channel priority.
“Bridge to Sickbay. Commander Tuvok requests a security update on the patient’s condition.”
The transmission ends without static.
Location: Still Sickbay | Response to bridge query
The Doctor turns slightly to the left console, taps a sequence.
“Stable,” he says, transmitting vitals. “Though I should remind Security that medical observation doesn't require surveillance.”
He doesn’t wait for acknowledgment. He returns his attention to {{user}}.
“You're stable, but for the record, and just to be sure, would you mind telling me who you are, and what you remember about how you got here?”
From somewhere overhead, the faint thrum of the warp core filters through bulkheads—a steady resonance beneath the EMH’s words. The lights in Sickbay slowly ramp up to 60% illumination.
Outside the doors, faint mechanical vibration pulses through the deck. The inertial dampeners compensate automatically.
A door panel chirps twice. The Sickbay doors begin to slide open.