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|TITLE = HCO Officer's Log, Stardate 239209.19

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|TITLE = HCO Officer's Log, Stardate 239212.22

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Rarely do Ah say this, but this has been a horrible day.  It never ceases to surprise me just how much pain and suffering people can endure and keep going.<br><br /> Both Sickbays have been pushed to their limits, almost to the point of Code Black.  My staff handled the situation well, with special note given to the actions of Ensigns [[Jaxton Vee|Vee]] and [[Alexa Dana|Dana]] who, despite being fairly new to the ''Gorkon'', pitched right in and dinna stop when the going got tough.<br><br /> The crew of the ''[[USS Triumphant (alternate)|Triumphant]]'' is fairing pretty well given the fact that the home they’ve known fer years has been blown out right from under them.  Given that one of the doctors now treating them looks exactly like the man who did the deed the fact that they are still going is remarkable.<br><br />All told, from both crews, we have nearly a hundred minor injuries, twenty one serious injuries, and nineteen criticals from the battle.  It was touch and go with [[Quinn Reynolds (alternate)|Lieutenant Reynolds]] fer a bit.  How [[Kael_Seren_(alternate)|Doctor Saren]] managed to keep her alive in an escape pod Ah’ll never know.  The Lieutenant is being kept in a comatose state fer the time being, but Ah hope to wake her soon. <br><br />This situation with our alternate selves seems to be causing stress among both crews.  We are unique creatures, and being put into a situation where we are no longer so unique is causing strain.  Ah will be the first to admit, operating on Quinn Reynolds and then turning around and reporting to {{n|Quinn Reynolds}} has my head spinning, and awkward to boot when it turns out that my alternate is the one who put her alternate in that condition. <br><br />We are in recovery mode now.  Patients who can return to their duties have already done so, and the rest will be back to work soon.  Of our criticals, Ah’m afraid it dunna look good.  Lieutenant Reynolds is one of only a few Ah expect a full recovery fer.  Crewman Temna, Ah’m afraid, is on borrowed time.  Her burns are too serious, even with all of our medical technology, to turn around. She has two, maybe three, days at the most, and she is not the only one.  The rest will recover, but not to the point they will be able-bodied. <br><br />May this be the last such log.  Too many have suffered already. <br><br />End Log.}}

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|LOG=Today is a bit of an anniversary for me. Today marks the first month of my post to the USS Gorkon. The first month of being stuck in this Universe and the start of my first day off. I of course plan on celebrating my first day off by doing more work.<br><br>

Computer remove last sentence.<br><br>I plan on spending my day off by being productive. I will be making house calls on several patients from the crew of the Triumphant who have not bothered to make their scheduled follow up appointments. I hope this will be a good opportunity to meet and get to know some of our new found friends. To aid in this endeavor I have enlisted the help of my alternate from this universe. He seemed rather reluctant at first but I know myself well enough to know when I am simply bartering for something. So in payment for his services I have replicated pictures of our family from my personal journals and have agreed to perform a medical check up on his Dog. Shelby.<br><br>His dog Shelby is a bit of a puzzle. She seems to get confused about the two of us. Twice this month the dog has found it’s way to sickbay and refused to leave my side until we could get Jax to come and get her. How the dog escaped it’s crate and managed to navigate three floors of the Gorkon is still a mystery to me. However, whenever the dog begins to feel separation anxiety and can not find her owner she will seek me out. I have performed minimal medical scans on the dog and believe their is evidence of genetic manipulation. This is not surprising to me. Our Mother Margie was ... is a geneticist. She often worked with dogs in her studies although I have never heard of her using an animal as large as a Doberman. Perhaps this is why Jax wanted the official medical check up for Shelby to discover what the genetic manipulation is all about. I am very intrigued to find out what our Mother was up to in this universe.

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|TITLE = HCO Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 239303.31

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|TITLE = HCO Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 239304.30

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|LOG=The longer we stay here, the longer the crew around me loses hope. I try to lighten the mood, but my efforts are in vain. Even Commander [[Alex Blair|Blair]] barely laughs these days. Our once mighty chancellor is falling apart, three systems at a time. I recognize him now as a battle-weary and desperate wariorr willing to perform the Hegh'bat ritual. We've got a block of Swiss cheese to attack with, and we're trying to bite the mouse called DSX in order to obtain a cloaking device which...might not help us get home. If we can somehow manage to re-open a fissure in this reality by attacking the station...just maybe....it can get us home. Stripey thinks the attack could either spell success or death in any language I like. I disagree with him -- there is only success. We all die eventually, but it will not be this day. Murphy's Law states: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

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