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{{LCARS-bar-heading|Personal Log 239901.21|COLOR=#BB8A33}} | |||
Our last mission was interesting. I'm not sure how else to put it. What started as an investigation into elevated radiation levels on an uninhabited planet turned into saving a micro-civilization. I'm not even sure that's an actual term, but that's the best way to put it. Though I am hopeful for their people, I am having issues. They accidentally swapped our minds into other's bodies. I suddenly had empathic and telepathic abilities. It was confusing. Our new Operations Chief, Commander Karrod, helped me with it. But now that it's gone, it feels like something is missing...of course it does, it's gone. | |||
Anyways, we're on our way to Deep Space 224. I also have a Security Conference at Starbase 118. Starfleet feels its officers can learn from mistakes more than successes, apparently, as they've asked me to give a debrief of the Rinascita incident. I'm not looking forward to it. | |||
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It's been a while personal log. But part of that has been because I was awaiting a new posting. I'm happy to report that our crew is still together. We are now the crew of the USS Excalibur. Risa helped, a little. I'm still having some issues, both mentally and physically. Lieutenant Silveira was not demoted nor transferred. He received a reprimand. He's still being his cocky self. I don't think Commander MacKenzie likes that all too much. Right now, we're enroute to Cytaris V to investigate a spike in some radioactive readings. The planet is lifeless, so who knows what will happen. But for now, it sounds like our science teams, and my friend Iljor who is now Chief of Science, will have their work cut out for them. Master Chief Graves took my invitation to be my Senior NCO on the Excalibur. So far, he seems to be getting along with my officers. He'll be happy when I tell him we'll be running team drills for the crew while we're on our way to Cytaris V. Things are looking up right now, for the most part. | |||
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I may keep this one brief. We received a distress call from Rinascita Research Station. Things went bad. Doctor Morgan was taken hostage. I lead the team tasked with getting him back, was the first one through the door. I'd trained for such scenarios at the Academy many times. We didn't have what we really needed and things went south and I got shot. It was a near fatal wound. Doctor Morgan performed a small miracle and saved me. Meidra got injured trying to come to my aid. The hostage taker stabbed her. Luckily, it appears she's recovering well. We lost the Resolution. | |||
You know, we get fed these statistics in training. "Expect this percentage of losses for this scenario" and such. Including losing a ship. Nothing prepares you for actually becoming one of those statistics. Especially not twice in one day. | |||
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{{LCARS-bar-heading|Personal Log 239809.18|COLOR=#BB8A33}} | |||
This leave has been a little up and down. Much to my surprise, Sil transferred to the Resolution. I thought he was happy on the Juneau. He'd met someone and seemed content...I don't know. Anyways, we were loaned the Excalibur to go to Bajor. That is one impressive ship. The Captain served there before. It's so big. Well, I mean, there's bigger ships in the fleet, but compared to the Res, it's massive! I know sometimes I complain about the lack of privacy on a Nova Class, but a ship the size of the Excalibur, just seemed...lonely. With the way our missions have been going, I'm sure Captain Rainier would rather we have something with more teeth. | |||
Bajor was nice. I don't know if it answered my questions, but it at least made me feel better about them. There's less doubt. Before we left, I got promoted. So I'm a full Lieutenant now. The Captain also "reassigned" me...to Chief of Security. I'm excited. But, I felt that feeling quickly replaced. I need to take this seriously. I need to step up in all aspects of my life. I never planned for this. I never expect this. But if the path keeps leading this way, I need to leave behind my "doubts." Speaking of, Sil. When we talked on DS224, I never did give him an answer. Then he transferred. And the whole time on the Excalibur he was acting off. I know he's got history there. And I'm still not sure. But perhaps we'll see. | |||
Also, it looks like the rumors of the Captain coming down with something have been verified, to an extant. Doctor Adea has been made acting Captain. Luckily, it's just a patrol of a sector in the Borderlands. Nothing major. As far as I know, it's his first time in the big chair. Maybe a routine patrol is good for it. And for me. | |||
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I don't even know where to start. We were out in the Borderlands doing some routine surveying when we came under attack. It was an old, and I mean like over 100 years old, Klingon ship. I won't go over every detail, but basically we were reliving the same scenario over and over again. In the end, it turned out there was a Q who'd trapped us in some sort of space/no-space box. He said it was some sort of test. Whatever. It was just a sick little game of his. It's like he has no concept of the limited time we have in our lives and what exactly that means to us. | |||
I have so many questions. There was one point where the Resolution was destroyed. The shockwave from the core ripped the ship to pieces. Just as there was fire coming through the bridge, I heard the bulkhead over me collapse and then everything went black. Next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes with my head laying on my console. I had died. I haven't really feared death. Worried I'd die, sure. But I always assumed there was more. What does it mean if the things I was told as a child just weren't true? If there was nothing after this, then what's it all for? | |||
I'm going to try to move forward from this. Try to find some meaning in it all. We're scheduled to leave for Bajor, aboard the Excalibur. Iljor's home. And it's a very spiritual world. Their faith is strong. Perhaps there's answers there? I don't know...I just don't know. | |||
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This shore leave has been up and down. We helped get the Romulans setup on Oreen V. The existing colony is pretty small. They've got a long way to go until livability becomes easy, but they'll get their. I got the chance to talk to Commander R'mor...Talar...he's chosen to resign from the Star Navy and stay with the colony. He said he was tired of loss and wanted to help grow a future for their people. It seemed both sad and hopeful all at once. That was the up. | This shore leave has been up and down. We helped get the Romulans setup on Oreen V. The existing colony is pretty small. They've got a long way to go until livability becomes easy, but they'll get their. I got the chance to talk to Commander R'mor...Talar...he's chosen to resign from the Star Navy and stay with the colony. He said he was tired of loss and wanted to help grow a future for their people. It seemed both sad and hopeful all at once. That was the up. | ||