I thought it was kind of ridiculous that -nobody- on Voyager wanted to stay on the planet myself. I would have expected at least one former Maquis who wasn't happy with how things were going on Voyager to want to get off the ship.
Oh well.
Well, you know, no one wants to be "that guy."
I uh, might not remember this
quite correctly, but:
There's a scene in Narnia's
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader where Caspian and Drinian ask their crew if any of them want to continue sailing towards the very edge of the world - or else stay behind on the lush island full of food (Ramandu's Island) where they're currently parked. If they do not get enough crew to volunteer, they will be unable to sail their ship,
The Dawn Treader, to the edge and break a sleeping spell on three Narnian lords.
Some of the crew agree to set sail, but not enough to properly man the ship. Ramandu's Island is quite close to the edge already, so many of the sailors feel their mission is fulfilled. Why go further?
Caspian knows he cannot force them to come along, so he turns to reverse psychology and announces that sailing to the edge is a privilege, not a right. He makes the crew believe that he only wants the best and brightest to come along. All of a sudden most of them want to go. He then gives them a short amount of time to make their final decisions.
Anyway, a few of the crankier sailors band together and decide to hang out on the island. As time passes and the deadline gets closer, however, more and more of them drift away to join those who want to leave. Eventually, only one man is left. He sticks it out past the deadline, but he ends up feeling horrible about being "that guy" and runs to Caspian with a change of heart.
The sailor is told it's too late and everyone leaves without him, promising him they'll return after their short journey to pick him up. The sailor tries to enjoy the island paradise, but mostly ends up being bored until the others come back. He eventually convinces himself mentally that he
did sail to the edge with the others, and tells pretend stories about his glorious adventure at the end of the world once he gets home.
So, anyway, maybe there
were some Maquis standing in that cargo bay, and as more and more of them re-thought their plans and drifted off, the last couple holdouts realized they didn't want to be the odd ones out and left before the command team found 'em.
We humans are quite sheep-like when we want to be.
