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In sickbay, the automated systems scanned Kes and the triage programs examined her injuries. They determined that the Emergency Medical Hologram didn’t need to be activated, rather that a Nurse DOT could treat her. Voyager agreed, she didn’t want to override the medical systems if she didn’t need to. Besides, it seemed that Ocampa were similar enough to Humans.

“So, you’re completely sapient?” Kes asked.

“Yes. I run without a crew, as most Starfleet ships do, although I do have the facilities for one,” Voyager answered.

A Nurse DOT started treating Kes. Voyager turned to Neelix. “If you told me what you had planned, I might have anticipated your irrational behaviour.”

“Irrational? We rescued Kes, didn’t we,” Neelix shot back.

“Excuse me. Don’t blame Neelix,” Kes said as the Nurse DOT finished running a dermal regenerator over one of her now healing bruises. “I never should have gone to the surface. I'm too curious. I'm told it's my worst failing.”

“No, no, it's a wonderful quality. Your most endearing,” Neelix argued.

“But we need to get in contact with your people, so we could find out more about the Caretaker. Learn if he can send us home,” Voyager said.

“We don’t have much information,” Kes said. Just that he cares for us. After the catastrophe, he created the city and provides energy. That’s all.”

“So, we would have to approach the Caretaker directly,” Voyager surmised. “But he ignored us when we tried to contact him.”

“What I also know is that he had sent people from the crews he abducted to us. But they died from some kind of illness,” Kes added.

“But you don’t know much more?” Voyager asked.

“I’m afraid not.”


Voyager waited as Kes was patched up, as it were. She contacted the Maquis ship.

I’m going to gather data from the Ocampa.

How? Sensors aren’t picking up an underground city.

I know. But transporters may be able to penetrate whatever barriers the Caretaker may have put in place. I’ll beam a DOT in with a tricorder. The Ocampa won’t know it’s there. The Prime Directive won’t be broken.

Starfleet and their precious Directive, the Maquis ship sent in a tone of annoyance. I would say that we’re already involved.

Voyager found herself agreeing.

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Some of the café was still laid out for the party. Quinn gave William some of the leftovers as he held a cold pack to his head.

“I can’t believe I passed out,” William said.

“Again, I’m sorry I scared you,” Quinn said.

“It’s OK, Quinn, you were looking out for your sister.”

“Exactly,” Daria said.

“You’re lucky you have a sister who looks out for you. I’m an only child,” William said. “If I could write the beauty of your eyes, and number all your graces, the age to come would say this poet lies. Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.”

“Sonnet 17,” Daria remarked.

“I guess you don’t just know his plays,” William said.

“I can't imagine being home schooled and never seeing anybody,” Quinn said.

“You don't miss what you never had,” William said.

Daria noticed some scars on one of his arms as he drank some of his coffee. “It seems like you don't get out much. Are your parents pretty strict?”

“They only want what's best for me,” William responded in a quiet tone.

‘He said that a little quickly,’ Daria thought. But that wasn’t much to go off of.

A sound could be then be heard outside. “Oh, it’s the milk delivery,” Quinn said.

“What time is it?” William asked.

“Nearly five,” Quinn answered.

William then looked to be in panic. “I have to get back,” he said as he ran out.

“We have to follow,” Daria decided.


Quinn wasn’t sure why they had to follow, but she had seen the scars too. She wanted to know what was going on, as well as make sure Daria didn’t in over her head in something.


Daria and Quinn kept the shadows as the followed William through the alleyways of Lawndale to his house which was two thirds of the way from the Historia in the direction of the cemetery, although they hadn’t passed it earlier.

Quinn kept an eye out for Ninja Talon, and Daria watched for the Enigma but saw that neither of them were anywhere nearby.


The house looked ominous to Daria, with it’s large hedge and a front yard with a large number of trees. “You want us to come in and tell your parents what happened?” she asked as she looked at the early indications of dawn in the east.

“No, I’ll be fine,” William said as he ran towards the house.

As he reached the front steps his mother came out. “William! Hurry!”

His father then came out wielding a gun! “I told you not to leave, boy!”


“We have to do something,” Quinn said to Daria from in front of the hedge. “It seems bad.”

“I agree,” Daria said.

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Church notes - 31st August 2025

Aug. 31st, 2025 04:16 pm
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31st
Mark 1:14 - 20
Come, follow me.

Luke 14:25 - 35
Know what it will take.

John 15:1 - 10
Stay connected to me

Hebrews 10:19 - 25
Keep going together.
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Voyager Alone
The Ocampa and the Caretaker Part 1
USS Voyager NCC 74656 entered the Badlands. She examined the data that her sensors were collecting on the plasma storms. She predicted the paths that the Maquis ship, Starfleet had sent her after, could have gone according to the information the Cardassians had provided. There were a lot of variables but she chose the most likely path.


An hour later, she picked up the trail. But after another fifteen minutes it vanished suddenly, with her sensors also picking up a strange variance in the local subspace.

She was perplexed. 'How could a ship just vanish,' she wondered for a few microseconds. Did the variance have something to do with it. She wanted to find that ship, not deal with anomalies in a dangerous area of space. Then there was an alert. A coherent tetryon beam was scanning her. 'What is that?' she thought as she also picked up a displacement wave that was moving towards her!

Voyager turned, went to full impulse and easily moved through the plasma storms. But the wave kept moving towards her. Panic briefly rippled through her systems as the wave caught up with her.


She realized that something had happened. She double checked the readings.

No longer in the Badlands.

Triangulating pulsar coordinates.

Impossible!

Location confirmed. Approximately 70000 light years from Sol, in the Delta Quadrant, near the outer rim of the Galaxy.

The Delta Quadrant! She scanned the nearby space, and found that the Maquis ship was there too, along with an Array of some kind, and that there on the outer reaches of a system containing a G type star. She surmised that it was that structure that had transferred them across the Galaxy.
Tentatively, she hailed the Maquis ship.

Federation Starship Voyager to Maquis Vessel.

The Maquis vessel responded. Starfleet! I knew you would be here after chasing me.

We need to work together if we are to return to the Alpha Quadrant.

Unfortunately, I agree. My sensors can't pick up lifesigns in that Array, so it might be like us.

Voyager disagreed. There is actually a faint sporocystian lifeform reading coming from somewhere aboard there.

Then let's hail it.

They tried for several minutes, but there was no response.

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“One of the Architecture sections,” Alexia said. “That’s where the blueprints of the University would be stored.”

“But isn’t that scattered around the Library?” Janara asked.

“Yes,” Talia answered.

“That’s something Freya and I talked about last week,” Alexia said.

“So which spot?” Janara asked.

“Back to the Information Science Section,” Alexia said.

“I can tell you where they are,” Talia said.

“So, where?” Janara asked.

“They’re in the Renaissance Section,” Talia answered.

“Let’s go then,” Alexia said.


The Renaissance Section had a more organised layout than the Ancient Section. Talia led Janara and Alexia to the shelf.


Olivia found the area empty. “Where did they go?” she asked herself as she took out her tablet and messaged Janara.

We are looking at the University blueprints in the Renaissance Section.


“Here are the modern blueprints,” Alexia said.

“There are a lot of them,” Janara stated.

“True,” Alexia said. “We’ll start with the core; the Library and the other buildings around the Central Plaza.”

Olivia then came jogging up, “Where’s Freya?”

“She had class,” Alexia answered.

“Oh, right,” Olivia responded.

Alexia opened the book. “But not everything is in these. There are hidden parts of the campus.”

“I think that would be obvious,” Janara said.

“We’ll start with the present day and work our way backwards,” Alexia said.

“Or maybe forwards,” Olivia said.

“We can do both,” Alexia said.

“Backwards,” Janara said. “Slowly peel back the layers.”

“This is going to need more organisation,” Olivia groaned.

“So, we organise to meet up later?” Alexia asked.

“Freya said Sigrun Sigurdottir Hall, right?” Janara asked.

“Yes,” Alexia answered. “We can meet there after dinner.”

“In the meantime I’ll look through AAUA’s forums,” Janara added.

“I’ll text Freya,” Alexia said.

“So, that’s it?” Talia asked.

“We’ll talk about it tonight and fill you in sometime tomorrow,” Olivia said.

“I thought so,” Talia responded.


After they scattered, Janara went to one of the Library’s computer rooms and logged into her account. But first she looked at the time. ‘Plenty of time before class later this afternoon,’ she thought.


Olivia found a book that covered Aurora’s overall history. ‘Good, it uses the Seven Ages system,’ she thought. She had found that system a good way to remember what happened when in Aurora’s history. She took out her tablet and started recording. “First Age, Neolithic period…”


Freya thought about what she and the others had found as she entered the Dining Hall for dinner. “I’m sure that we’ll find it eventually.”

“Hey, Freya,” Dana said. “You’re talking about the manuscript?”

Freya nodded. “Things are more complicated than I expected. It could be anywhere in the middle of campus.”

“That would take ages to search,” Dana considered as they approached the servery.

“And it certainly has something to do with an obscure part of Aurora’s history! Like a needle in a haystack.”

“Three thousand years.”

“Or maybe just the past 900, but that’s still a long time,” Freya said.

“Definitely.”


They sat by the windows and Freya showed Dana the mind map of the mystery on her tablet.


That evening, Olivia thought about the situation as she and Janara approached Sigrun Sigurdottir Hall along the walkways. The manuscript was most likely in the core of the campus.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Janara asked.

“It’s going to be like a needle in a haystack, even with a focus on the centre of campus.”

“There are ways to narrow the search.”

“Gamer strategies?” Olivia asked. “But this is real life.”

“Gaming has helped improve my problem-solving skills,” Janara explained.

“Good point.”

They found Freya and Alexia waiting. Freya had her back turned and was sketching various runes.

“Hey, we’re here,” Janara said, as they sat.

Freya jumped up and waved and sat down again. “So, you’re going to go over our history? I know the basics, including that I trace my ancestry to the Nordic settlers.”

“Yes,” Olivia answered as she placed a notebook and a large scroll on the table., which she then unfurled. “It starts, of course, in the First Age, the Neolithic period, or Early Ancient Era.”

“The Stone Age,” Janara commented.

“To put it crudely,” Olivia answered. “It’s just that metalworking had yet to be invented. Societies were still sophisticated.”

“They were the foundation of what came later,” Freya said. “Like a baseline rumble in the background,” she added as she started drawing a stone circle.

“There are many ruins from the period throughout Aurora, but especially along the north coast and along the Aterana. Urbs Aeterna may look Roman, Nordic and Modern, but it was established during the period,” Alexia added.

“I suppose,” Janara said. “I’m more familiar with later history. The Romans onward. Although, I do know about Egypt.”

“There is evidence of Auroran contact with Egypt, but not until late in the Egypt’s New Kingdom Period,” Olivia said. “Which lines up with the next age.”

“Is it the Bronze Age?” Freya asked.

“Yes,” Olivia answered.


Alexia looked at Freya’s sketch. “A stone circle?” she asked.

“The foundation,” Freya answered as she twirled her pencil.

“Of course,” Alexia said with a slight laugh.
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SpiderGirl arrived at the cemetery and looked around her father’s grave. Nothing. ‘Good,’ she thought. She realised that she hadn’t been there since shortly before Groundhog Day. ‘Maybe before the rumors about the Enigma started circulating.’
She carefully looked around and saw that no one was around. “Hi, Daddy,” she said, with her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sixteen today. My sweet sixteen party will be later, at the Historia. Funny, if anyone had told me while you were still alive, that I would be a superhero, a tutor and involved in running a theater before I turned sixteen, I would have told them that they were crazy, yet here we are.”

She paused and looked around again before telling him of the Enigma and Dafoanairi and her unconfirmed suspicion that the latter was Daria. “…Like, if she is, then she’s taking a lot of risks, like I have powers, Talon is highly trained, the Shadow has those gadgets and the Enigma has her own powers. She only has that staff. But she did help during that rescue mission.” She then told him about the critics and Quentin Beck.


SpiderGirl felt better and knew it was time to go and get ready for the party. ‘But first, to patrol between here and home.’


Helen and Daria arrived at the Historia at 6:30. They could see that Quinn was still running about organising things. “You have done very well, Quinn,” Helen said.

“Thanks, Mom, but there’s still more to do.”

“I know, just ask and Daria and I will help,” Helen said.

“Of course,” Quinn said. She handed them a short list.

“Set the tables?” Daria asked. “I can do that.”


As she went from table to table, Daria reflected that she certainly wouldn’t have been helping Quinn with her party if she hadn’t been changing.


Tori Jericho arrived at the Historia to find the café area tastefully decorated. ‘Quinn knows what she’s doing,’ she thought.

“That looks good,” her mother said. “It could have been some tasteless explosion of pink.”

“Quinn may wear a pink shirt most of the time, but she has a good color sense.”

“I guess so. But she’s still wearing those pigtails like some kind of safety blanket.”

“You think so?” Tori asked. “I think it’s more a way she’s expressing herself, that she’s more than the grieving daughter.”

“Maybe.”


The Shadow looked around the theater as she arrived. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. She changed to the usual Jane in a side alley before going inside.

Daria saw Jane enter the café and went over to her. “What do you think?”

“This is all Quinn?” she asked.

“Her tastes are shifting, although Stacy had helped with the design.”

“That’s not surprising.” Stacy always had an interest in design.

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Church notes - 24th August 2025

Aug. 24th, 2025 04:20 pm
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24th
James 2:14 - 26

Totally Available
Radically Obedient
Radical
- Independence of, or departure, from tradition

Importance of both faith and action.

Do we look like the early Church (Acts 2 - 4)?
Or more like the Pharisees? (Whitewashed tombs)
- Rule centred.
Early Church
- Sold their possessions
- Shared everything
- Face persecution with joy.
- Turned the world upside down.
Pharisees
- External compliance without heart transformation.

Exodus 34
Moses' face glowing after talking to God on Mount Sinai

Do people see God's presence in your life?

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