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'''Engineering Officer's log. SD 239403.16.''' I've spent some time in the ESPO and have been observing the crew... and I've learned a lot about them just by listening to the way they bicker. There are some major problems with the way the office has been functioning, and other departments have been having to pick up the slack, so as provisional office heard I finally rolled out my action plan today... the first step is getting the backlog of higher priority service requests and diagnostic reviews out of the way before shore leave is over. I grouped Ensign Tor with Crewmen Ix and Te, and then Ensign Frag with Ensign Berenez to try and... broaden their skillsets by working with one another? They actually took the orders a lot easier than I thought they would, but the big shocker came when I told them my big project. I'm committing the office to some strategic retrofitting and systems upgrades to bring the ship's computer system up to a Class XXI and improve the computer system by .015%... it sounds crazy just saying it out loud, I don't know what's come over me! [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WeI4xjeFTP6bapujKPpvoNyQwruAr262_4YZp80ImSA/edit?usp=sharing| Part 1] | '''Engineering Officer's log. SD 239403.16.''' I've spent some time in the ESPO and have been observing the crew... and I've learned a lot about them just by listening to the way they bicker. There are some major problems with the way the office has been functioning, and other departments have been having to pick up the slack, so as provisional office heard I finally rolled out my action plan today... the first step is getting the backlog of higher priority service requests and diagnostic reviews out of the way before shore leave is over. I grouped Ensign Tor with Crewmen Ix and Te, and then Ensign Frag with Ensign Berenez to try and... broaden their skillsets by working with one another? They actually took the orders a lot easier than I thought they would, but the big shocker came when I told them my big project. I'm committing the office to some strategic retrofitting and systems upgrades to bring the ship's computer system up to a Class XXI and improve the computer system by .015%... it sounds crazy just saying it out loud, I don't know what's come over me! [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WeI4xjeFTP6bapujKPpvoNyQwruAr262_4YZp80ImSA/edit?usp=sharing| Part 1] | ||
'''Personal log. SD 239403.20.''' I had a strange visit from Ensign [[T'Reshik]], a Vulcan science officer aboard the Constitution. She was hoping I could trace the origin of a message sent from a Vulcan civilian account, since the person who sent it claimed to be one of her biological parents, who put her up for adoption. I... well... it's complicated. I sent her away and she didn't seem too suspicious... ugh, what a mess to find myself in on a day off. [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZtkGo3QzNRY87__PB4Ae589psF3gkyZE4ZLLZPvRYcA/edit?usp=sharing| Part 1] | '''Personal log. SD 239403.20.''' ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... I have a date with Commander Foster tomorrow?! [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FZS_4_l8F0EXFi952A2FEcXZMby1dRRGCR0DOrupG3w/edit?usp=sharing| Part 1] | ||
'''Personal log. supplemental.''' Turing, this may be my last will and testament. I lost a bet with Ensign Frag and I'm going to be a substitute for her rec Parrises Squares team. And she's making me go through with it. I have a feeling even stepping on the court will kill me, it's that kind of game. If I die, initiate subroutines to have my files sanitized in the event my parents receive them as part of my personal effects; delete my browser history. [https://docs.google.com/document/d/116vbNtrV7xNTqStOmDUVvO_Sfz5q9FSrjj2xHYWX22U/edit?usp=sharing| Part 1] | |||
'''Personal log. SD 239403.30.''' I had a strange visit from Ensign [[T'Reshik]], a Vulcan science officer aboard the Constitution. She was hoping I could trace the origin of a message sent from a Vulcan civilian account, since the person who sent it claimed to be one of her biological parents, who put her up for adoption. I... well... it's complicated. I sent her away and she didn't seem too suspicious... ugh, what a mess to find myself in on a day off. [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZtkGo3QzNRY87__PB4Ae589psF3gkyZE4ZLLZPvRYcA/edit?usp=sharing| Part 1] | |||
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