#kes

Kim: I found a wormhole. Janeway: A wormhole? Tuvok: Statistically, it’s 75% likely to be useless. Janeway: Which means 25% not useless! Paris: If this works, can we name it after Harry? Kim: Only if we must

Kim: So uh, the wormhole is… teeny tiny. Paris: Harry's hole is small! Janeway: but it may be perfectly formed, size isn't everything! Paris: But we can't fit Voyager in it. Tuvok: But we could send a message through. Janeway: We’re officially texting the universe. Launch a probe Paris: Mission "probing Harry's Hole" is a go

Kim: The probe is stuck. Paris: Does it hurt? Janeway: Shut up, Tom. What do you mean it's stuck? Kim: Like… “never getting out” stuck. Janeway: Give it time. Kim: Captain, it just got scanned. Janeway: …By who? Kim: I don’t know, but someone’s poking our probe. Paris: Sounds exciting, Harry!

Baxter: I can't get laid so I'm going to stupidly exercise myself to death. But I'm smart - I'll kill myself through injury and not exertion. EMH: Well, that's a new low for stupidity on this ship, and the bar was already touching the earth. Baxter: Kes, can't you just treat me? Kes: No, the EMH is the Doctor. Baxter: But I prefer you. Kes: Noted, and the answer is still no.

Kes: People are rude to the Doctor. Janeway: So what? I'm rude to it too. Kes: He’s alive! Janeway: Dear sweet summer child... He’s a hologram. Kes: And? Janeway: …And you're making me feel bad.

Tuvok: It's a Romulan that's probing our probe. Janeway: Lemme talk to him Tuvok: If we must Janeway: Hi Romulan dude.. We’re in the Delta Quadrant. Romulan: No you’re not. Janeway: Yes we are. Romulan: No you're not. Janeway: Yes we are. Romulan: No you're not. Janeway: Sir, we are literally 70,000 light years away. Romulan: Fake news. Goodbye.

Kim: Captain, the Romulan in my Hole wants to talk to you. Janeway: Okay, push him through. Romulan: Sorry I called you fake news. Janeway: I've been called worse. Janeway: Mind if I share with you my crew's collective sob stories? I'm also sat here feeling lonely in a pink negligee if that imagery makes us seem more vulnerable? Romulan: I… don't know how to respond to that Janeway: I've also let down my long, flowing auburn locks just for the occasion Romulan: …That's sweetened the deal. I'm lonely on this little ship. Janeway: Can we dump our mail with you then for our families to collect? Romulan: Only if I get to read all your letters Janeway: Read everyone’s but Baxter’s... unless you want psychological damage. Romulan: You've got a deal

Torres: Captain, completely forgetting the fact that there is a canonically established way to make us all teeny tiny enough to fit in Harry's hole, I think we might be able to transport through it instead. Janeway: Sounds preferrable to squeezing through there. Let's do it!

Kes: We might be getting home soon. EMH: I can't wait to see Earth! Kes: We're leaving you here to perish EMH: Well then, everyone can just live fast and get fucked, or whatever

Torres: We’re ready to beam the Romulan aboard. Tuvok: *sigh* Janeway: Energise. Romulan: *materialises* Janeway: Welcome to the Delta Quadrant. Romulan: …Ew, a Vulcan. Tuvok: Captain… Please look at those shoulder pads so I do not have to, and ask him what year it is. Janeway: What year is it? Romulan: 2351 Tuvok: I knew it, those shoulder pads are so two decades ago

Torres: So… good news and bad news. Kim: Bad news first. Torres: If we transport through the wormhole, we arrive twenty years in the past. Kim: Great. Let’s do it. Paris: Harry, you’d be TWO. Kim: I’m willing to make sacrifices. Janeway: No. Absolutely not. Time travel chaos is not on today’s menu.

Janeway: We can’t go back. Timeline pollution. Catastrophic consequences. Probably explosions. And I have a feeling that someone called Braxton might try to murder me if I try that. (How do I know that?) Romulan: I could warn Starfleet in twenty years? Chakotay: Fuck that, I'm not going to jail. Janeway: Seconded. The only person putting handcuffs on Chakotay is me. Romulan: So… just the letters then then? Janeway: Just the letters.

Tuvok: Here are our messages. Romulan: I wish you luck. Torres: Transporting now. Torres: Transport complete. Janeway: Excellent. Everyone can relax. Their messages are safe. Tuvok: No they're not. The dude's dead. Tuvok: Absolutely typical Romulan behaviour. So unreliable. Janeway: Shit, well... fuck it. Let's keep moving.

Baxter: I hurt myself working out again. EMH: Then stop doing that. Baxter: But I need to work out. EMH: You are such a fucking ass. I'm not paid enough to deal with your bullshit. Baxter: …Sorry? EMH: That's sorry Mister Doctor Sir, thank you.

sorry this took me over a WEEK to answer. I got sick and it was a bad time.

I think the Welsey becoming the Traveler story line was very good, actually. And I'm glad there was a little call back to it in PIC.

said i was gonna draw kes once i'd done my voyager crew pic, and here she is!

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