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Wow, so much has happened since my last log... It appears James had no interest in the nebula scan, he made that quite clear at the Garden Day. I'm surprised by his affections, even more so by my feelings for him... I just hope I am not getting caught up in his romantic gestures, and well, he does look like someone I use to know... But I find I can't think clearly when he is around. | |||
The Science Department did a complete over haul on the sensors with Engineering, did it all in 38 hours. It was exhausting, but at the same time rewarding. We had just gotten a full crew complement and tossed them right into the action; very much like my first day actually! | |||
We are getting new officers everyday. A couple dropped into the Science labs the other day... Quite literally! Ensign Stryker and Ensign Shepard... Now he appears to be a cheeky individual. His friend Ensign Stryker appeared just a bit exasperated by him, reminded me a lot of myself with Chailess. | |||
I spent that night in James quarters, and he asked me to be his 'lady'. he is moving quite fast, but I'm sure it's only because he's Terran. They are after all a short lived race. | |||
Starbase 118 was attacked... by unknown ships. I was so scared for Chailess; and then we went to warp! We ''left'' the Station ''under attack''! I couldn't believe it! I was so angry! But... Lieutenant MacKenna assured me the Station will be ok. I hope she's right. | |||
But everyday she continues to amaze me. She really is such an inspiration! Her calm demeanour, how she effortlessly supervised the sensor overhaul and kept everyone from going insane. | |||
Anyway; right now we are heading for a nebula being chased by an unknown race in an unknown class of ship, time to get back to work. | |||
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