Personal Log, Stardate 220826
Personal Log: KassieQuandrii Resident recording
Stardate: 220826
Location: USS Armstrong, Yadhi Space
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Begin recording. Computer, lights to 20%.
Blerrrrgghhh.
No, Computer, that’s not the Kreetassan ritual challenge to a dance-off, that’s the cry of uncaffeinated Ensigns.
We’ve been so busy I completely failed to notice my one-month anniversary in the Gamma Quadrant, earlier this week. That transfer request was the best decision I’ve ever made. Out here, I’m doing the work I was trained to do, all of it.
I’ve advised the Captain on issues that will set policy for the Federation. My recommendations helped prevent a planetary political upheaval. I almost got stabbed by an assassin, but was saved by the quick actions of a teammate. I interrogated a political figure in the middle of a crisis and collected valuable intel.
We’re on our way to a planet with the sneakiest and most convoluted politics, and I’ve gotten caught up on years of mission logs detailing our encounters with them. I cannot wait to meet their Queen.
And I adore my colleagues. I really am working with Starfleet’s Finest.
If we could just do something about the mornings…
a rustle of Tholian silk falling to the floor, the hiss of a sonic shower starting up
Oh yeah, Computer, end log!
Personal Log, Stardate 220826
Personal Log: KassieQuandrii Resident recording
Stardate: 220826
Location: USS Armstrong, Yadhi Space
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Begin recording. Computer, lights to 20%.
Blerrrrgghhh.
No, Computer, that’s not the Kreetassan ritual challenge to a dance-off, that’s the cry of uncaffeinated Ensigns.
We’ve been so busy I completely failed to notice my one-month anniversary in the Gamma Quadrant, earlier this week. That transfer request was the best decision I’ve ever made. Out here, I’m doing the work I was trained to do, all of it.
I’ve advised the Captain on issues that will set policy for the Federation. My recommendations helped prevent a planetary political upheaval. I almost got stabbed by an assassin, but was saved by the quick actions of a teammate. I interrogated a political figure in the middle of a crisis and collected valuable intel.
We’re on our way to a planet with the sneakiest and most convoluted politics, and I’ve gotten caught up on years of mission logs detailing our encounters with them. I cannot wait to meet their Queen.
And I adore my colleagues. I really am working with Starfleet’s Finest.
If we could just do something about the mornings…
a rustle of Tholian silk falling to the floor, the hiss of a sonic shower starting up
Oh yeah, Computer, end log!