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==Stardate | ==Stardate 238911.06== | ||
Jaxx: | Jaxx: Personal Log, stardate 238911.06. I do not know where to begin. I awake from a coma to find that my children, my darling little ones, are missing and presumed dead. ::slamming his fist on the desk:: I sent them with Tressa! I thought it was safer for them to be on a station than it was to be on the Apollo. Yet, it was not. I just...I do not know what to do. I feel this rage inside, along with a pain in a void that will never be filled. I will still hold out hope, but with each hour that passes, I lose part of it. I do not even want to talk about it. | ||
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==Stardate | ==Stardate 238910.04== | ||
Jaxx: | Jaxx: Personal Log, stardate 238910.04. Well, it happened again. Just woke up from a coma. This time it was longer than the last one. It seems that I will never be able to shake the underlying cause. That away mission has made things quite bad for me. I do my best to mask my fear, but it is still there. One of these days I could very well slip into a coma and never wake up. I have been successful at keeping this part of my medical records classified, but this time I had to let Jalana know, as well as Viktor Lainus. If something should happen to me, he will need to serve as Liam's First Officer. They are the only three that know of my condition, apart from my father and Starfleet Command. I intend to keep it that way. | ||
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==Stardate 238909.01== | |||
Jaxx: Personal Log, stardate 238909.01. Last night was quite interesting. I had trouble sleeping and it would seem that Sid did as well. After a late night comm call, she came running through the corridors to my quarters. I felt young again, at my parents house trying to sneak around. Of course, it is near impossible for a Betazoid. We shared our first kiss. She slept over, quite innocently. And that was that. It was a good night, and I am curious to see what the future holds for us. | |||
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==Stardate 238908.07 - Personal Log== | |||
Jaxx: Personal Log, Stardate 238908.07. We finished locating and transferring the survivors from the Nelson. I have made the recommendation that StarFleet dispatch another vessel to the area for an extensive search. There were still escape pods that were unaccounted for. ::sighing:: Tressa is gone now, she and the kids transferred over to the Carpathia to hitch a ride to DS5. From there, they will be leaving on a transport for her next assignment. Having her base-side will be good for the kids. Honestly, I do not know what to think. I wish I could forget, and take away my regrets. If we could've started again, would it have changed the end? I do not believe in fate, I never have. I think that where you end up is a victim of circumstance and your choices along the road. ::scoffs:: Maybe I should avoid non-telepaths. It seems every time I do, it ends badly. Why am I so closed off? I swear by the deities, I have known me, my entire life...I have a doctorate in psychology, I have been a counselor...and I am still a mystery to myself. How can I expect anyone to "get me" if I cannot get myself? The only thing I seem to do right is perform my duties. Do I pour so much of myself into it, I am bound to fail at anything else? ::snickering as he shook his head in frustration:: They say "ask the questions" for that is the only way you can seek answers. I have been asking these same questions for years, yet here I am...still asking. I just...I do not know. End log. | |||
==Stardate 238708.22 - Captain's Log== | |||
Jaxx: First offic....::clearing his throat:: Computer restart log. ::He waited for the chirp to confirm his order and continued once more.:: Captain's Log Stardate 238708.23. With Admiral Rocar missing, I have assumed command of the Victory. We are currently docked at Starbase 118 to pick up a full crew compliment, and safely drop off the miners. Half of the battle is complete, a few minutes ago Doctor Malcolm finished the transfer of the patients to the infirmary. The crew has a two day pass, although I had hoped to give them a couple weeks, but StarFleet never changes. ::sitting back in his chair:: Commander Webb will be acting as the ships First Officer. I am torn by this, however. Commander Webb is a brilliant officer, and he is dedicated like no other. ::sighs:: Which is the difficult part, because I do not know if he is more dedicated to the Admiral than he is to StarFleet. Admiral Tillano is dispatching us to chart a few systems, and scan anomalies. Obviously, these acts could wait until the Admiral has been around...::pausing he realized the likelihood:: one way or another. Computer...end log. | |||
==Stardate 238708.04 - Personal Log== | |||
Jaxx: Computer, begin personal log recording...::computer chirped::=/\= | |||
Personal Log, Stardate 238708.04. | |||
I cannot get that mining station out of my mind. There were so many things that could have gone wrong...that perhaps should have. It was yet one more time, I walked into a situation prepared for one thing, only to be handed another. To make matters worse, it was deep in temporal mechanics...pulling my weaknesses directly to the surface. I am all for science and exploration. I think we do real good work out here. ::hesitates and the takes a deep breath:: I am just more comfortable with diplomatic and defense missions. ::exhales deeply:: With that being said, my team made it back alive, and the miners were rescued. I will continue to surround myself with the best and brightest StarFleet has to offer, not just to lead them, but to learn. I am not perfect, I just need to remind myself of that...::smiling as his demeanor began to change back:: three or four times a day. It is good to be home... | |||
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==Stardate 238708.04 - First Officers Log== | |||
Jaxx: =/\= | |||
First Officers Log, Stardate 238708.04. | |||
<nowiki>::clearing</nowiki> his throat he spoke quickly as he stated facts:: The USS Victory responded to a distress call from the Antares Enterprises Hoover-Class Particulate Orbital | |||
Mining Station, near Epsilon Hydre. Upon entering the facility via aeroshuttle, my team experienced shifts in the timeline. A few had encountered station employees as if nothing was wrong, others observed older versions of the current Victory crew. Also witnessed was a vast debris field that belonged to the Victory. In all of the events that took place, it was a very mind boggling experience. Luckily, we were able to extract one-hundred-fifty occupants. The station is now abandon, and StarFleet has dispatched the USS Logan with a team of specialists who want to take a look at the particles. We are currently en route to Starbase 118 to drop off the surviving miners, and pick up a full crew compliment. | |||
End Log...=/\= | |||
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