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|LOG=I hate it when life repeats itself. <br><br />[[Safine Tan|Tan]] was doing her job when she got shot. When [[Alex Blair|Blair]] said that Tan was down, I felt sick. Like everything I was doing I'd done before. [[Alleran Tan]] went down in a turbolift after sustaining trauma, and I lost my first ''Garuda'' friend due to symbiont rejection. Instead of sending the body back to Trill, I kept it on ice because unjoined Trill hosts are hard to find. In this reality...I don't think there is a Starbase 118. No 118, no Alleran. I hope she makes it.<br><br />In other news, we got some new faces in medical. They seem to know their jobs, and make me miss my days of being in teal. We got another new face too, in red: one Alex Blair. What the heck was he doing on that shuttle anyway? I can ask those questions once the world stops throwing curve balls at us, I guess. <br><br />The crew of the ''[[USS Triumphant (alternate)|Triumphant]]'' has been challenged in ways I did not think possible before. Things we'd done away with centuries ago. like rationing pain medication, were made a reality aboard their ship. Now they are here, aboard our ship, because their own was shot out from under them by one of their own.<br><br />I miss my family: [[Raissa Moonsong|Ris]], [[Sal Taybrim|Sal]], [[Devlin]]. Will we go home soon?<br><br />End log. | |LOG=I hate it when life repeats itself. <br><br />[[Safine Tan|Tan]] was doing her job when she got shot. When [[Alex Blair|Blair]] said that Tan was down, I felt sick. Like everything I was doing I'd done before. [[Alleran Tan]] went down in a turbolift after sustaining trauma, and I lost my first ''Garuda'' friend due to symbiont rejection. Instead of sending the body back to Trill, I kept it on ice because unjoined Trill hosts are hard to find. In this reality...I don't think there is a Starbase 118. No 118, no Alleran. I hope she makes it.<br><br />In other news, we got some new faces in medical. They seem to know their jobs, and make me miss my days of being in teal. We got another new face too, in red: one Alex Blair. What the heck was he doing on that shuttle anyway? I can ask those questions once the world stops throwing curve balls at us, I guess. <br><br />The crew of the ''[[USS Triumphant (alternate)|Triumphant]]'' has been challenged in ways I did not think possible before. Things we'd done away with centuries ago. like rationing pain medication, were made a reality aboard their ship. Now they are here, aboard our ship, because their own was shot out from under them by one of their own.<br><br />I miss my family: [[Raissa Moonsong|Ris]], [[Sal Taybrim|Sal]], [[Devlin]]. Will we go home soon?<br><br />End log. | ||
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{{Log|FIRST NAME=Jaxton|LAST NAME=Vee|COLOR=Teal|RANK = Doctor|IMAGE = Jaxton-Vee.jpg|0|0|0.80|TITLE=Medical Officer’s personal Log - Stardate 239304.09 | |||
|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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