That is so far beyond what he knows how to deal with that he rubs a hand into his hair, making its front lift strangely through his fingers for a moment before he lowers it. Okay. Alternate timelines. Trance came back from an alternate timeline to try it again, didn't she?
"Dylan," he corrects, quietly, his handshake firm, matching Captain Rogers', his smile small but warm.
His eyes turn upward, contemplating the room for a moment. "So," he continues, softly, "this is a timeline where this United Federation of Planets is in place of the Systems Commonwealth. Because if this were my timeline, by the 24th century, this would be a High Guard ship."
He lets out a long breath.
"That is not the best news I've had all day, Captain. Until a few moments ago, I was on board my ship in CY 10088." He does a moment's calculation.
"Which in Earth time is five thousand, one hundred and ... sixty-eight."
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"Dylan," he corrects, quietly, his handshake firm, matching Captain Rogers', his smile small but warm.
His eyes turn upward, contemplating the room for a moment. "So," he continues, softly, "this is a timeline where this United Federation of Planets is in place of the Systems Commonwealth. Because if this were my timeline, by the 24th century, this would be a High Guard ship."
He lets out a long breath.
"That is not the best news I've had all day, Captain. Until a few moments ago, I was on board my ship in CY 10088." He does a moment's calculation.
"Which in Earth time is five thousand, one hundred and ... sixty-eight."