Invicta Logs
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Shakedown Cruise
Captain's Personal Log, SD 239206.19 Of course I didn't see it coming. Who would have? Who would have ever thought that he would have by the Architecting President? No one, that's who. Which is why, of course, I thought it was okay to let my mind wander in the first place. No one would've seen it coming because it's ludicrous. One's orders come from one's CO -- in my case, Egan Manno -- or, at the very outside, the CO a grade or two above one's. Not from the president. The Starfleet isn't a military organization and she's not Commander-in-Chief of the Federation Starfleet -- but damned if that stopped her here. At first I didn't know what to think. I mean, it was the rhetoric I dreaded, all about bravery on the frontier and pushing the limits of exploration and the steady hands of diplomacy -- sound bites, little nothings that had zero to do with the Va Wreth mission and the capture of Ross, which is what I finally gathered she was talking about. But why me? I hadn't really done anything special, and most of my senior staff hadn't even been allowed in. By the Architect, Rahman wasn't even there, and her teams had been entirely responsible for finding Ross. But then she came to it, finally. Not only was I and my crew all that she'd said, we were the very best of the Starfleet and of its mission here, including the great experiment that was Astrofori One. The Invicta, she said, and I swear she was looking right at me when she said it, is exactly the sort of vessel Starfleet wants to have at this crucial juncture in the Menthar Corridor. And she, damn it all, couldn't think of any captain and crew she would rather have aboard. [On stopping the State of the Federation address] Not that I was ever actually going to do it, of course. The president's promise was one thing, but Egan Manno's assent? Well, that was a done deal. She'd made it quite clear when she appointed me as the Garuda's CO what my options were (namely, take command or -- nope, there is no 'or'), so I didn't have much hope here. Nor did I have a good reason for not wanting to do as the president said, beyond that initial shock -- though once I started to think about it a little more, I realized that all my previous years of CO experience were vastly different from this. I'd operated alone, as the CO of the single Starfleet starship for dozens and dozens of light-years, in uncharted, often hostile space. And now they wanted me to play politician? It seemed bizarre, but -- as I say, I wasn't going to argue. |
First Officer's Log, Stardate 239206.22 With a total complement of four hundred, preparing the Invicta's roster supposedly should be less work than going through the entire crew of a Galaxy class starship. But whereas normally I'd have been given a week to look over the Garuda's, now I have until the end of today. |
Chief Medical Officer's Log, Stardate 239206.28 Another sickbay to adapt to, another office to decorate. For my first act as CMO of the Invicta I should see to the punishment of one of my officers. Hopefully Gabi learned her lesson also I will prove worthy of my new rank. |
Counselor's Log 239207.10 I don’t know where to begin. I suppose I can just go through what happened. It is what I tell my patients. To help them get through the process of grieving. I am grieving. I feel I have lost so much. I lost the Community. They returned to their own kind to share what they learned from me about the Federation and Starfleet. What they learned will factor into the decision they will make on whether or not to apply for entrance into the Federation. For me, it is a deeply personal loss. I became… I adapted to having them with me. A constant presence. Complete acceptance and what felt like affection. Now, I am empty and alone. Inside my mind there is no one to speak to me. To comfort me. Share knowledge. Yet, at the same time, I didn’t realize it at the time, but the buffered me from the minds around me. The roar of the crowd. It will take time to adapt. |
Manhunt
Chief Counselor's Log 239211.30 The crew is in shock. The rumors and theories and misinformation have carved a wave of sharp painful grief that is battering at me every second. Aron is well like by the crew. They respect him.. He was approachable. They say the five stages of Grief are Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and finally Acceptance. Most are in the first. Others are firmly in the second. Aron is more than our captain. He is a friend. He is… was… family. |
Chief Counselor's Personal Log 239212.10 It was bad enough to learn he was gone. It was harder to make it real with a funeral. Despite Saveron identifying the body, it’s still hard to believe. I guess I’m still in denial. But there is still some unfinished business. Those responsible for Aron’s… his dea… I’m not ready to say it. I want answers. We all need answers. It won’t bring him back, but I pray his spirit will rest when we bring those who did this to justice. Though I would be happy with giving them a taste of vengeance instead. |