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{{LCARS-bar-heading|Personal Log 239804.06|COLOR=darkgoldenrod}} | |||
I. Cannot. Believe it. Commander MacKenzie got them to agree to something! Turns out the Nascaik AND the Thama each have something that's threatening the health and future of their people. The Nascaik are even returning a couple colonial planets to the Thama...slowly...but still, they're making a peace offering. In all honesty, I did not expect that from the Nascaik. Things really are never what they appear to be on the surface. I actually got to see it happen, right there on the bridge. I've studied a lot of diplomacy, but as they told us, you learn more from experience. And seeing Commander MacKenzie in action, well, that was a great lesson. If anything a lesson in how to keep your cool when things are falling apart. | |||
The Doc, engineers, and science crew seem to be making headway in getting the ship back up and running to full spec. Apparently, whatever Koas unleashed, caused an allergic reaction in the bioneural gel packs. That's a bit above my pay grade. But still interesting. I remember reading about viruses having similar effects on them. Another note for the future. | |||
From the sounds of it all, once the two groups sign the treaty, we'll be off for shore leave. The Resolution herself could use some care. She's still got a hole in the side of her. | |||
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So, this "diplomatic" mission...the Nascaik I was assigned to BABYSIT! Are absolute shite! Ok, yeah, so you're from this big bad military race...who's conquered very little space compared to EVERY. OTHER. POWER. AROUND. YOU! But YOU requested our assistance, you could show a little gratitude instead of y'know, threatening to "splorch" off our ship. Arses! | So, this "diplomatic" mission...the Nascaik I was assigned to BABYSIT! Are absolute shite! Ok, yeah, so you're from this big bad military race...who's conquered very little space compared to EVERY. OTHER. POWER. AROUND. YOU! But YOU requested our assistance, you could show a little gratitude instead of y'know, threatening to "splorch" off our ship. Arses! | ||
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And Tai, I'm not sure what's happening there. He's been acting strange since we got back. Like when I'm working, he seems to always be...distracted. I'm not sure what it is. I'm not doing anything of the sort. I'm too busy working. Maybe will need to have a talk with him and Meidra about it after this DISASTER of a mission is over. | And Tai, I'm not sure what's happening there. He's been acting strange since we got back. Like when I'm working, he seems to always be...distracted. I'm not sure what it is. I'm not doing anything of the sort. I'm too busy working. Maybe will need to have a talk with him and Meidra about it after this DISASTER of a mission is over. | ||
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Time to get some rest. | Time to get some rest. | ||
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Time to get ready. Going a little dressed up, but nothing formal. No dresses, thankfully, nor uniforms. | Time to get ready. Going a little dressed up, but nothing formal. No dresses, thankfully, nor uniforms. | ||
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Anyways, I've got some work to do. The day to day of Starfleet. The parts not in the brochure. Y'know, cleaning phasers, cataloging gear. All that jazz. I think we lost one in the future. Pretty sure Ensign Treetus dropped it along with part of his arm. Sure Temporal Investigations will love that one. | Anyways, I've got some work to do. The day to day of Starfleet. The parts not in the brochure. Y'know, cleaning phasers, cataloging gear. All that jazz. I think we lost one in the future. Pretty sure Ensign Treetus dropped it along with part of his arm. Sure Temporal Investigations will love that one. | ||
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Unfortunately, something happened to our Captain. Medical is being pretty hush-hush about it. I'm not sure if it's for security reasons or they just don't know. But they've determined that the best treatment for her is on Vulcan. So we're heading there now. This will be my first time on a truly alien world. I've heard it's hot, but a dry heat. | Unfortunately, something happened to our Captain. Medical is being pretty hush-hush about it. I'm not sure if it's for security reasons or they just don't know. But they've determined that the best treatment for her is on Vulcan. So we're heading there now. This will be my first time on a truly alien world. I've heard it's hot, but a dry heat. | ||
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