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This leave has been a little up and down. Much to my surprise, Sil transferred to the Resolution. I thought he was happy on the Juneau. He'd met someone and seemed content...I don't know. Anyways, we were loaned the Excalibur to go to Bajor. That is one impressive ship. The Captain served there before. It's so big. Well, I mean, there's bigger ships in the fleet, but compared to the Res, it's massive! I know sometimes I complain about the lack of privacy on a Nova Class, but a ship the size of the Excalibur, just seemed...lonely. With the way our missions have been going, I'm sure Captain Rainier would rather we have something with more teeth. | |||
Bajor was nice. I don't know if it answered my questions, but it at least made me feel better about them. There's less doubt. Before we left, I got promoted. So I'm a full Lieutenant now. The Captain also "reassigned" me...to Chief of Security. I'm excited. But, I felt that feeling quickly replaced. I need to take this seriously. I need to step up in all aspects of my life. I never planned for this. I never expect this. But if the path keeps leading this way, I need to leave behind my "doubts." Speaking of, Sil. When we talked on DS224, I never did give him an answer. Then he transferred. And the whole time on the Excalibur he was acting off. I know he's got history there. And I'm still not sure. But perhaps we'll see. | |||
Also, it looks like the rumors of the Captain coming down with something have been verified, to an extant. Doctor Adea has been made acting Captain. Luckily, it's just a patrol of a sector in the Borderlands. Nothing major. As far as I know, it's his first time in the big chair. Maybe a routine patrol is good for it. And for me. | |||
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I don't even know where to start. We were out in the Borderlands doing some routine surveying when we came under attack. It was an old, and I mean like over 100 years old, Klingon ship. I won't go over every detail, but basically we were reliving the same scenario over and over again. In the end, it turned out there was a Q who'd trapped us in some sort of space/no-space box. He said it was some sort of test. Whatever. It was just a sick little game of his. It's like he has no concept of the limited time we have in our lives and what exactly that means to us. | I don't even know where to start. We were out in the Borderlands doing some routine surveying when we came under attack. It was an old, and I mean like over 100 years old, Klingon ship. I won't go over every detail, but basically we were reliving the same scenario over and over again. In the end, it turned out there was a Q who'd trapped us in some sort of space/no-space box. He said it was some sort of test. Whatever. It was just a sick little game of his. It's like he has no concept of the limited time we have in our lives and what exactly that means to us. |
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