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seven of nine (borg) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

"Yes." Seven looked up from the console attached to his biobed that she'd been working at, her hands stilled. She met the gaze beneath that helmet, unperturbed by his daunting presence. "That is precisely what I imply. For reasons presently unknown to us, the Enterprise is on the receiving end of a pandimensional anomaly. Travelers from across space, time, and other realities are now taking up residence aboard the ship until a proper conclusion can be reached. I, myself, am from another time — a future variant to the one we are in now."

Her gaze dropped then, the fingers of both hands dancing across the controls. "The medical and technological capabilities of this era are crude and inefficient. You are fortunate I was aboard and able to make the necessary modifications required for your repairs."

To which, the rest of his armor (and his hand) were currently still under repair. She would see to their return in due time.

"I will see what I can do about an audience with Skywalker and the captain, however," she paused again, looking up at him once more, "I must inform you that many of the individuals present aboard this vessel have expressed apprehension and concern for your presence on the Enterprise. I do not share their fears."