Doz Finch/Personal Logs

	Personal Logs - USS Gorkon

Personal Log, Stardate 240006.07. I’ve underestimated everything, haven’t I. My god, I really have underestimated everything. You see, when I arrived at the Gorkon, I came with the understanding that it couldn’t really be any different than anything I’d seen before. Well, it goes without saying, doesn’t it. Once you’ve seen one plasma conduit or impulse manifold, you’ve seen them all, haven’t you. But no, what I didn’t expect to happen was that, not only would I finally get to have a sleep that lasts longer than the piteous thirty minutes I usually get, on a good day mind you, but it would be in this very weird sort of “shared nightmare”, where, well, for lack of a better description, I was one horrible old cow. But that’s the thing about Starfleet—you honestly never know what’s around the corner. And you would think that after forty something years of service, I’d have learned that by now.

Personal Log, Stardate 240012.03. It’s a weird ship, this one. Very weird. Mind you, weirdness isn’t an uncommon theme in space— so I can’t exactly blame the Gorkon for that one. We’ve just returned from the Gamma Quadrant, from a planet called Sargasso V. A bit on the warm side, full of masked cultists, ethereal holograms, underground sanctuaries, and so on and so forth. They put me on another away team, and I’m a bit undecided about whether or not that’s a good thing. I mean, after decades in the lower decks you’d think I’d be itching to get out there and feel the soil between my toes, and I am! I really am. But it’s been a near death experience every single time. ::She pauses to chuckle:: I suppose that’s just all part of being an officer. Something I’ll have to get used to. Anyway, to cut a long story short, Sargasso V was surrounded by this sort of “planetary shield”, and it was my team that helped to switch the thing off. And in good time, too. When the core of a planet starts experiencing geothermally induced wave displacements, then sinister cults are the last thing you have to worry about. As far as diplomatic missions go, I reckon ours was on the more successful end of the spectrum. Save an entire planet? Heh! It doesn’t get much more diplomatic than that! We’ve parked up next to Andoria for shore leave this time, and I’m glad for it. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m a sucker for a Risian beach party, and a man we met during the mission, Ollie, did have his recommendations...but a previous conversation with Vylaa still lingers in the back of my mind. One about a Lor’Vela launch site. It's a prototype warp ship launch site, similar to the Pheonix site back on Earth, apparently. So definitely worth seeing. I’ll be meeting her shortly at the visitor complex, and I’ve dragged a certain James Bowers with me, too. I told him I wouldn’t take no for an answer. Hah! End log.