Montreal Logs
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| Montreal Mission History · Montreal Logs |
| Year 1 (2395-2396) |
| Flashpoint · Enemy of My Enemy· Wounded Animals |
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Flashpoint
Chief Engineering Officer’s Log, Stardate 239510.31 The Montreal is in rough shape. Not only did she take heavy damage to her external bulkheads and interior corridors, she lost a good portion of her crew in the fight, including the Chief Medical Officer and First Officer. From what the reports are saying, the Montreal’s commanding officer, Commander Zhou Tai-Sheng is seriously injured and is being treated in the Veritas’ sickbay. This whole situation is a giant mess. I’ve been coordinating with the Montreal’s Acting Chief Engineer, Lieutenant J.G. Francis Michaels, on repairs. The engineering team here has been very helpful. If we keep up this pace, we might actually be able to finish the majority of the repairs before the deadline I gave Commander Mei'konda. |
Chief Medical Officer’s Log, SD 239510.31 Another day, another sickbay. Quite literally, as I go straight from the Veritas’ sickbay to the Montreal’s. Their previous CMO was killed in a fight against the Tholians, the Montreal’s former captain is in the Veritas sickbay, and Commander Mei’konda Delano asked me to fill in until further notice. As long as this position isn’t cursed, I will serve in it to the best of my capacity. |
Captain’s personal log, Stardate 239511.16 It’s been four days since our confrontation with the Tholians, and in that time, the Montreal’s crew has worked tirelessly to get her into good working order. Most systems are now functioning well, and yesterday morning I ended the crew’s double shifts. Last night, we arrived at the last known location of the Artemis, and I want my officers and crew well rested so that they’re ready for anything that we might encounter. So far, no sign of the cargo ship, and we and the Veritas have split up to widen our search pattern, though Captain Rahman and I agreed to stay in relatively easy communications range. These aren’t the sort of circumstances I imagined my first Captaincy taking place under. With the destruction of Astrofori One, the shadow of a real war looms over us all. I only hope that we and the crew of the Veritas can stop it before it gets any worse. |
Acting Chief Science Officer’s Personal Log, Stardate 239512.23. We’re finally able to get some time to rest for a bit. The last mission was extremely long and however much I am grateful that I wasn’t hurt at all during its tenure, I am worried for Crewman Padix. I heard that she made a speedy recovery after being transported to Sickbay, but the after effects… I hope that the new Trill nurse and the counselor will give her all the rehab she needs. Things with Lael and I seem to be improving for the better. I hope at some point we might get to go on a date if she’s not too busy. |
Captain's Log, Stardate 239512.27 The Montreal has been ordered to Meridian, for resupply and repairs as well as to begin our next mission. With the current… trouble with the Tholians, which is putting the situation lightly, we’re in dire need of additional help in this region. Capable Starfleet vessels that are able to operate in the region are in short supply, and so we’ve been ordered to meet with a delegation of Klingons. It’s been some time since I’ve had to deal with Klingons in a diplomatic capacity, but I’m cautiously hopeful. End log entry. |
First Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 239512.31 Our last mission was in many ways a success. We were able to safely retrieve the Artemis crew minus one of them who was killed trying to protect his colleagues. Despite all that we accomplished, I can’t help feeling the weight of both the dead Artemis crewman and the blood I shed in protecting myself from a pirate who attempted to end my life. This in combination with our conflict with a small group of Tholians seems to have stirred up old anxieties and I find myself facing challenges similar to those I experienced following the Gorkon’s return from the other universe. I plan to report to our counselor as soon as I have a spare moment to possibly resume my previous treatment in hopes that acting quickly will keep the situation from becoming as serious as it did before. In the meantime, Lieutenant Galven is hosting a New Year’s Eve party and Commander Mei’konda has seen fit to add something of his own to the celebration. |
Chief Science Officer’s Log, Stardate 239601.05. As the new official Chief Science Officer, I’ve put it on myself and Ensign Elzizabath who was on the decaying planetoid, which I’ve aptly named Mur’qōS, to figure out what exactly happened under the crust’s surface to fully understand what exactly happened. We’re also configuring the exact time as well. From what we gathered so far is what Humans called on Earth the crust displacement theory after a major seismic shift which could’ve resulted in the planet’s core reversing. Nonetheless, the investigation is ongoing and results will soon follow. |
First Officer’s Log, Stardate 239601 Needless to say, we’ve had an interesting start to the New Year. Lieutenant Kawakame and Crewman Borq were treated in Sickbay for various injuries resulting from a rather violent sexual encounter in the brig while Lieutenant Kawakame was supposed to be on duty. The combination of the medical report from Doctor Skyfire and the footage recovered from the brig’s security cameras have confirmed what happened. Also, our newest ensign nurse had what she termed a “meltdown” in Sickbay while on duty. I included all relevant details in my report to her direct superior, Doctor Skyfire, who has agreed to set up a counseling session from Ensign Grog with the counselor. Lieutenant Cattan, Doctor Skyfire, myself, and Commander Mei’konda if he’s able to be present, will discuss the findings from the counseling session and any medical examinations to determine how we should proceed regarding discipline as well as measures to reduce the likelihood of such outbursts in the future. |
Enemy of My Enemy
Captain’s Log, Stardate 239601.22. Our arrival at Meridian is imminent. With the sickness spreading across the planet, I can’t help worrying both about the potential lives that could be lost, and how the Klingons will perceive our actions in the coming hours and days. I have confidence that my crew will present themselves in the best light possible. I’ve spoken with the leadership at Crescent’s View, and they’ve agreed to my request to land the Montreal, and convert her shuttlebays to act as mobile field hospitals as we attempt to study and cure the diseases. Lieutenant Commander Rosek will lead the Montreal while I bring a team to the Klingon compound several dozen kilometers outside of the capitol city. |
Personal Log Stardate 239602.20 Not sure what needs to be said, just that it needs to be said. I guess I should start with my name: Beelam Grog. Nurse Beelam Grog assigned to the USS Montreal. I have just be relieved of duty. I know I shouldn't have, but sometimes I feel like I might burst if I don’t let it all out. Maybe it's emotional dysregulation. I wouldn’t know, never had a problem before coming on board. Well, maybe a little. Parents helped, brother yelled, just like Galven yelled at me. The last time we truly spoke I yelled at him, something I now regret with all my shattered heart. I regret all the things I have said, all my actions on this ship of dreams. It's hard to say why I have done what I have done but easy to say who is to blame. Jedal and his stupid, stupid memories. Him and his stupid wife. The wife I can’t help compare to Galven. Maybe...maybe...just maybe that was why I freaked out the first time. Jedal realized I had a crush on the Denobulan and it only took till now for my brain to catch up. Not used to such change, I say. Mother used to get me to bed and asleep when I would start to freak. Would take a while but I could always hear my brother yelling and trying to get at me, shake the trouble away. I guess now that I have to deal with it on my own I just can’t cope. The thought is strange to know that when I was first joined and in the academy, I had no trouble. I imagine that it was because I had such great friends; more like a family really. If only I could say that about the people here. They're kind enough, but one knows rest can’t cure everything. But if I don’t, if Galven doesn’t pull through I might not pull through either. I feel I could pull through, my blanket does wonders. One does begin to wonder if I could just take a deep breath and take all the pain away. I would then be able to do what the prophets want and serve the people of the Montreal. I truly wonder what I care most about. People, healing, making others happy? It's hard to tell. Makes me want to run sometimes, which I know what be a Parath sort of thing. I hardly know what to do, comes out I guess; all at once. If only one would stop me before I truly got going, maybe then I would know best how I felt; know who's truly on my side. Maybe it’s the First Officer Lael or Padix or German. If only they knew what I needed when I felt like running, knew the signs and were able to steer me in the right direction. Oh how I wish I could fly off to Jupiter or Mars, even the moon would do nicely. Running away would solve my problems. Then no one would judge me or tell me to shut up. I should finish up soon sleep might do me some good; maybe a world. I should like to leave you dear reader with this:
I guess I shall go to sleep now, though I probably won’t sleep. All these thoughts just keep going around in my head. My uniform is my armor. All I can do is try to keep living until I feel alive again. Ensign Nurse Beelam Grog USS Montreal To the people, I care about most <3 |
Personal Log Stardate 239602.26 Another day in a hectic plague outbreak as I come to grips with the many mistakes I've made over the course of my career. Maybe the great plan for me is not to be a medical officer forever, much less be chief. I don't handle crises well. The captain saw me freeze. I am haunted by my mistakes both past and present. Go pick on someone else, Murphy. |
Chief Science Officer’s Personal Log, Stardate 239603.01. I don’t have the words I’m feeling right now. The last mission started out great, but then apparently I was poisoned. So bad that the medical staff had to put me in a coma. Then to make matters worse, I had a heart attack… I’m only 31 almost 32. I’m still extremely young. I don’t understand what’s going with my body… I finally found Arlil. She’s alive and I had her in my grasp. Then all that came crashing down when my past came crashing forward when Lael and Chythar took the nanites out. Nearly two decades of trying to find my baby sister. Gone. And to make matters worse, Lael hasn’t even come see me to check if I’m alright. I thought things were going well. I’m so confused and hurt right now. Now that I know that Arlil is actually alive is a comforting thought, but I feel like I’ve wasted it all. I thought I took the nanites out with the help of a colleague back before Starfleet. It’s time to stop chasing lost causes. I can’t keep chasing Arlil. I can’t keep chasing Lael if she doesn’t care. It’s time to start living more in the moment. I have to go talk to her. Break it off. |
First Officer’s Personal Log, Stardate 239603.03 Saying that the last few days have been stressful and complicated would be an understatement. I’m still having a hard time processing the choices I had to make against the Klingon pirates and now dealing with the aftermath of the recent situation with Lenik of Vulcan. I knew that command wasn’t for the faint of heart and that those in these positions were often forced to make difficult choices in the heat of battle, but I realize now that I had no concept of the burden they carry on their shoulders. I have a whole new respect for commanding officers like Captain Rahman and Commander Mei’konda.
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