Aine Sherlock/Personal log

	Personal Log 239802.02

Well, that was fast. Apparently, I've caught the eye of one of my fellow crewmen. He was on Saural V with me and the team, when Ensign Treetus was injured. He said he was impressed with my skill. Not sure what that means, I was just doing as I'd been trained to do. But it's nice to have a little personal recognition. I don't know if it'll go anywhere. And, I'm not entirely sure I'm ready. But who knows. Maybe getting a little uncomfortable is a good thing. We've made a couple plans together. I'm excited to go rock climbing. It's been a few years now since I last did, and even longer since "the arm" incident, Ma'll never let me live that one down.

Before we get there though, I've got some administrative stuff to take care of. New counselor. That always makes me a little nervous. It was hard enough to open up to the Academy counselor. But in the end, it helped a lot. So, maybe I'm just making excuses. I'm hoping the doctor has something for these bug bites. They won't stop itching! What I wouldn't have given for Saural V to be an ice planet! At least on those, it's big things trying to kill you and you can just shoot them. And then there's shuttling training with our helmsman, Lieutenant Yogan Yalu. He's about the biggest Trill I've ever seen! Granted, I haven't seen too many of them. But still, huge guy!

Doctor T'Suran has sent out an invite to her families estate, she's from Vulcan, at least, her father is. That'd be nice if most of the crew can show up. Apparently, he's an ambassador. That'd be pretty fun to be able to say, "Oh yeah, I went to the Ambassador's house, it was relaxed, not formal at all." I'm sure not many Ensign's get to do that.

Anyways, I've got some work to do. The day to day of Starfleet. The parts not in the brochure. Y'know, cleaning phasers, cataloging gear. All that jazz. I think we lost one in the future. Pretty sure Ensign Treetus dropped it along with part of his arm. Sure Temporal Investigations will love that one.

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	Personal Log 239801.30

The shuttle from Starbase 118 to the USS Resolution was, thankfully, uneventful. When I arrived at Deep Space 224 the ship was just about to depart for their current mission. I literally had to sprint from one docking bay to the other! I wasn't even sure my personal crates would make it there in time. Somehow the crewman got them to the ship on time. But even then, I didn't know until after the mission.

I was on the turbolift to the bridge when the call went out that a briefing was about to start. It seemed that I caught our First Officer, a Commander MacKenzie, just in time to check in and follow her into the briefing room. Being just out of the Academy, this crew seemed relaxed. Almost too relaxed. No one stood at attention when the Captain came into the room! It kinda left me in a slightly embarrassing moment of half-standing, half-sitting looking like I was bending over the table. I guess not all ships are quite so formal as were told in training. That's something I'll have to get used to. With my counselor at the Academy working with me on separating work life and personal life, I'm a little nervous to let the two blend again. I feel like I've got two personalities I'm dealing with and in a way, that's comforting. Going back, not so much.

Anyways, we went looking for a lost freighter, the Andalucia. Turned out it got caught in some sort of temporal distortion. I don't know enough about them to be specific, wasn't my strong suit in school. Anyone who ever listens to this, you'll just have to ask those science officers, with all their know-how, about it. Long story short, we got caught in it too. Ended up something like 300,000 years in the future. It's so unbelievable. It almost doesn't seem real now. And at the time, I'm not afraid to admit, I was terrified. What if we couldn't make it back? Well, disappearing on your first time out, well, that would have just proven dad right. So, maybe I'll leave out those details next time I talk Ma and Da. We found the crew, or what was left of them, along with others who'd be brought from who knows when. We were able to extract a couple hundred and make a break for it. Somehow, we made it back.

Unfortunately, something happened to our Captain. Medical is being pretty hush-hush about it. I'm not sure if it's for security reasons or they just don't know. But they've determined that the best treatment for her is on Vulcan. So we're heading there now. This will be my first time on a truly alien world. I've heard it's hot, but a dry heat.

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