Shadow of Heaven Dark Matters 3 (Star Trek: Voyager)
Chapter One
I've never considered myself the literary type.
Well, I've now learned the hard way that when
you're stuck so far from home that you don't
even know where home is, in a civilization
that's nothing like everything you left behind,
you can go nuts without something that connects
you to the life you used to know. So I started
this.
The Culilann are a little bit nervous about this
writing thing I'm doing. It sort of feels like
I'm violating the Prime Directive with the ABCs.
But the Culilann certainly know about advanced
technology, they just choose not to embrace it.
The Alilann - well, suffice to say that if I
were with the Alilann right now I'd be writing
this on something resembling a padd, not on
dried and stretched tree bark. I somehow think
the captain would be proud of this.
Ensign Tom Paris paused and stretched his
fingers, grimacing as they cracked. He was
surprised at how badly his hand was cramping,
but he wanted to get all this down. He used his
hands all the time on Voyager, but he was
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