If *I* woke up today on 1701?... No question about it, I would maintain my calm but immediately find the quickest way to get myself back to Earth! I am 'not' cut from the material it takes to work on that ship. To much adrenaline from too much danger and too much 'we've lost helm control' and too much 'Capn, I'm givin' her all I got' making too many close calls with death for me. Give me death or give me life. Mixing them up is not my cup of tea. Space exploration? Job on a freighter? Yup, great. The number one ship in the fleet that is first into the toughest and often threatening situations? Nuh uh. Not gonna happen.
