Personal Log. Frek Thelev.

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Stardate 910219.22
Personal log
Lieutenant Jg. Frek Thelev.



Finally graduated from the academy. The party they threw us was awesome. Lots of good food and nice drinks. Melain and me got promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade and were awarded a medal. We deserved it after all we’ve been through with those weird birds on Jessin.


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We got some leave as well. Melain invited me to come to Bajor with her after graduation, think I might take her up on that. We’re getting along pretty well.

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Stardate 910220.13
Personal log
Lieutenant Jg. Frek Thelev.

Vacation on Bajor is brilliant so far (no Danara). Melain and I visited some of the famous sight-seeing things the past few days. The capital is really nice as well. Melain wanted to look into some family stuff tomorrow. This gives me the chances to try out my anti-grav jet powered skis. I found the perfect place just outside of town.
Can’t hardly wait. Things can’t go wrong.

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Stardate 910220.79
Personal log
Lieutenant Jg. Frek Thelev.

Things went wrong.
It wasn’t a technical problem though. The skis worked perfectly. I’m sure this is going to be the next interstellar summer hype. Okay perhaps not everywhere, but at least in the Alpha-quadrant.
No, how was I to know my test course ended in a fifteen meter dead drop?



Luckily there was pond at the bottom of the cliff. The skis shorted out in the water though, but at least I made the local newspaper.
Going to Deep Space Nine first thing tomorrow. I want to take a look around; after all it’s a more or less historic station.

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Stardate 910221.45
Personal log
Lieutenant Jg. Frek Thelev.

DS9 is not as impressive as I expected. I did the tour, but it’s pretty much like any other station in Federation space. Only a little bit gloomier. That’s what you get when Cardassian built things. Just take a look at Danara.
The promenade isn’t too bad, lots of nice food and drinks.

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Stardate 910222.52
Personal log
Lieutenant Jg. Frek Thelev.

In transit to Starbase Assailant. Unfortunately it’s the same ship that took me to Starbase Conqueror. I barely survived that trip. I hope we’ll get trough this one in one piece as well.
As if today wasn’t bad enough.

Woke up with some sort of headache this morning. I think it’s last nights wine. That freaky Ferengi kept me talking into refill. Ferengi’s are definitely their weirdest guys around in this quadrant, not to say the most annoying.

Had an hour or so to spare before meeting up with Melain and Danara, we’ve all been assigned to the USS Nevada, so I decided to give in to all the nasty remarks about my hair.
Of course, of all the barbershops I had to walk into his.
By the time I found out it was run by a big, nasty, smelling Klingon it was too late. Unfortunately, his universal translator seemed to be defective. He kept growling and moaning, which of course is not unusual for a Klingon, but it was totally incomprehensible. Perhaps his parents never taught him how to talk or perhaps they dropped him as baby.
The bill he presented me was as horrifying as what he had done with my hair. It has been turned into bright pink! Can you believe it?



Made it to the docking pylon barely in time to catch our flight. Melain and Danara were already waiting. Melain was kind enough not to say anything. Danara, of course, couldn’t refrain.

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Stardate 910223.52
Personal log
Lieutenant Jg. Frek Thelev.

We made it! We got to Assailant in one piece! More or less that is, I’m sure I saw some parts been torn of the transport while en-route. It’s a shame Melain didn’t took any medical scans of the crew. I’m still curious if they are male, female, neither of both.



We found our ship fairly soon, she looks great. Of course Danara had to make a negative remark as usual.

The Captain seems a nice enough guy. He gave us a little welcome speech when we reported in and had someone show us our station and quarters. Haven’t seen any of the other senior crewmembers as of yet.

Think I’m going for a bite, I’m hungry.

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Stardate 910302.47
Personal log
Lieutenant Jg. Frek Thelev.

Things have been quiet lately. Not much to do until the refit is done. Gave me a chance to buy some new clothes. The turbolift on the Hanson left me with virtually none. All the shopping left me in a zombie-like state. No sane, self-respecting male should go shopping. Ever!

Met this weird guy at the bar. He had some white Orion mice with him. According to him they used them for cosmetic tests; apparently they used to be green. I asked him if that wasn’t illegal. He told me it wasn’t where he had his lab.
Perhaps he can fix my hair. The barber on Assailant couldn’t. Luckily I have his card.

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Stardate 910302.98 2nd entry.
Personal log
Lieutenant Jg. Frek Thelev.


We have been called back to the Nevada. All the refitting is basically done and we are ready for some test runs. It’s also the first time I have seen the whole senior staff together. Melain was there too, haven’t seen her around much lately. She must be really busy.

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Stardate 910304.01
Personal log
Lieutenant Jg. Frek Thelev.

You never believe what happened this morning! I was inspecting the navigation consoles when a panel fell off. On my foot! It’s needles to say I went through excruciating pains. While trying to relieve the pain is sat down in chair. The bloody thing collapsed on me as well.
The maintenance guy was really rude. He kept mumbling things like: ‘Officers are only trouble’ and ‘causing extra work’.
Commander Steve our FO, was kind enough to have me taken to sickbay. Unfortunately he chose Danara to take me there. She couldn’t stop grinning all the way there. I think the marine major, another Andorian like me named Hrisvalar, called me on my combadge. I’m not sure though, I was to busy suppressing my agony.

Now, this is really awful. Melain and some others had a pool running on my brushed with death. Some nurse Rachel won. She was smiling and singing all the while I was dying.
Is that how your best friends treat you?



She got me fixed in no time. I might have exaggerated a bit, although it was a really deep cut.
Most of the bridge crew were on their stations when I got back. Captain Jira made some stupid foot joke and ordered us out of spacedock.
Finally we are on our way.

Ps. Melain and me got promoted to full lieutenant!

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(O.O.C this is absolutly Awsome Frek, I love the photo of you getting your hair done! And of course the one in Sickbay with me )

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Stardate 910304.11 2nd entry
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

My fellow Andorian, Zhukarak Hrisvalar, seems to have one of those firelizards. Those things really freak me out. Every time I see one it reminds me of that thing on Tellus Prime I get goosebumps all over again. I’ll never forget how that hideous, lizard beast thing near that brook came running towards me. I swear it must have been at least 5 foot tall. I never have run so hard in my life.
Initially the test went rather fine, although we did encounter some problems at the warp 7 threshold. Apparently something with the injectors. The shaking caused a lamp came down from the ceiling, almost killing me again. I hope this doesn’t become a habit.
Our chief engineer, a Vulcan woman, fixed the problem fairly soon.
She’s kinda weird. This, of course, is a tautology since all Vulcan tend to be weird. But T’Fat is short, weighs at least a hundred kilo’s if not more. She likes to talk a lot as well, underlining everything she says with gestures. This is quite annoying since she, like all Vulcans, shows no emotions and has this ‘logic thing’.

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Stardate 910304.51 3nd entry
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

The Captain played a cruel trick on me. He wanted me to lay in a course into Romulan territory! Everyone knows that is not allowed by Starfleet command. He later apologized, mumbling something about ‘testing the crew’. I hope our counsellor is good; the Captain might want to visit her soon.

We concluded the biggest part of the test. All went pretty good. Lieutenant Rex, the tactical officer wants to do some weapons tests and calibrations later on.

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Stardate 910311.13 minus five-and-a-half billion years
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

Things are really off today! During the weapons tests we were sucked into a wormhole or something. It’s a wonder we survived at all! If this is common practice in Starfleet I seriously doubt I’ll ever make it past my 25th birthday. My parents won’t like that. They keep nagging about grand-children. They really must be insane.



I did some calculations. We are stranded five-and-a-half billion years in the past. That’s what you would call a ‘blast to the past’.
Counsellor Mitchell came on the bridge and got into some sort of trance staring at the main viewer. Melain had to come to bridge to take her to sickbay. Seems like the counsellor might need some counselling herself. Not very comforting.

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Stardate 910312.03 minus five-and-a-half billion years
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

Worked with T’fat to recalibrate sensors. She really drives you insane with her babbling. It’s really scary to get in a turbo-lift with her. You never know if her weight might cause it to fail.

Sensors worked wonderfully! Jenkins, the Operations officer, discovered an inhabited planet a few light-years away.



The Captain ordered me to go into a high orbit. The planet is inhabited by Iconians, you know, those ancient guys. Apparently they aren’t as technologically advanced in this timeframe.

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Stardate 910312.12 minus five-and-a-half billion years 2nd entry
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

Got some time off until the staff meeting later on. Stopped by at sickbay to see if Melain wanted to join me for a quick bite. She thought I was injured again! Why do people keep thinking I attract accidents? Although she just had a break she still joined me. She’s really nice.
She seemed a bit weird, though. Although that seems to be common practice on the Nevada lately, it kinda worries me. Perhaps it’s because she digging in her parents past again.

Melain had this really nasty looking dish. It looked really green and snotty. She forced me to try some. It wasn’t as bad as it looked, at least way better then the Rigelian snail stew I once had.



Danara burst in later on. It didn’t do much good to the nice atmosphere. Apparently things are a bit off again between Melain and her.
Learned that Counsellor Mitchell had some sort of vision. Spooky isn’t it?

She challenged me for some springball. I really hate sports, but I went anyway. Except almost being decapitated by the ball I lost as well with forty-seven to thirteen. She said next time we’ll play a sport I like. Think we can go for food and drinks.



We’re expected in the conference room in fifteen. Just enough time to freshen up before I go there.
I will definitely be dying tomorrow. I can already feel the pain in my arms and legs.

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Stardate 910324.02 minus five-and-a-half billion years
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

The meeting was really weird. Lieutenant Bonar had some butter sticking at the corner of his mouth, as kindly pointed out to him. I think he appreciated it. This wasn’t the freaky bit though. No, Ms. Mitchell, the counsellor kept staring at me all the while. It occurred to me she might have another vision.
Then all of a sudden I heard voices in my head! Can you imagine? For a moment I thought I went cuckoo just like the Captain with his crew testing thing and Counsellor Mitchell.



I already pictured myself carried away in a straight-jacket. The last time I heard voices in my head it had to do with some kind of mushrooms and omelette’s. Not my fault by the way.



It turned out to be Ms. Mitchell, speaking to me telepathically. Really strange, although she told me it was typical for her. If that’s typical, what does she qualify as total weirdness? Pretty scary, huh? I think I kept staring at her for the rest of the meeting. Hope she didn’t notice.

Ms. Mitchell seems to think she’s been here before. Or so it seems in the visions she’s having. She’s going to try to recover the lost memories by pursuing a mind-melt. I’m glad it’s not me. Melain is going to assist her.

Marine Major Hrisvalar and Jenkins are going to check out the nearby nebula with a shuttle. It might hold the solution for our return to our own time. Commander Steve and Lt. Bonar remain on the Nevada. The captain picked me to join him on an away mission to the planets surface, getting the scans Melain wanted. We’re taking a shuttle.
I’m sure this is going to be a piece of cake.

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Stardate 910406.98 minus five-and-a-half billion years
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

Note: Don’t forget to upload this to my personal logs when I get back to the Nevada.



In a stroke of genius I found the perfect spot to park the shuttle: On the bottom of a lake nearby the town we’re heading to. No-one will find it there. Captain Jira went all weird again. He wanted to swim to the surface. Has he never heard of transporters before? I hope he already made an appointment with the counsellor.

We beamed out into the forest surrounding the lake. It was only a short stroll to the edge of town. Captain Jira insisted we checked out the surroundings from behind a bush. That’s were I got attacked by a dangerous member of the local fauna. It might have looked like a little bird, but I’m sure it’s a deadly predator. It bit me in my right forefinger. It’s bleeding.



It was when we were somewhere in the town I got about the biggest scare of my live. The Captain and I were discussing how to proceed next when I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.
I think my stomach shrank to the size of Benzite pea. I found out a beating heart is not all together necessary to be considered alive. I’m sure it stopped at that moment.
It turned out to be some sort of local lawman. He seemed under the impression we were fans of some sort of silly entertainment programme. He made a funny remark about Captain Jira’s spots, saying that they resembled ‘an eerie case of the measles’. If I hadn’t petrified I would be rolling over the floor laughing.



The captain didn’t seem to find it very humorous.
Thankfully the lawman left us after telling us to go home. I really prefer asking a horde of Jem’Hadar on XTC on a romantic date, then to go through all this again.

After he’d gone we were able to get our scans pretty easily. The problems started when we wanted to leave. From some reason every alarm in town seemed to have gone off. I have the feeling the Captain thinks I did it, I wonder why that is. We had to run like hell. For some reason we couldn’t beam back to the shuttle.
Captain Jira managed to slam himself into a tree. Hope silly can you get?
We are now hiding in the forest, hiding from the patrols.
I think I just tore my uniform. I hope Starfleet will get me a new one for free, since this is not the first uniform that got torn.
I’ll continue this later. We need to discuss how to proceed. This is definitely not a piece of cake.

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Stardate 910416.32 minus five-and-a-half billion years
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

The last, lets say, twenty hours haven’t been the most delightful in my life. Except the events recorded in my previous log, we got taken prison, locked up, interrogating and blown up. Not the best things someone can wish for.

It all started to go wrong when the Captain and I discovered this cave by sheer coincidence. Inside we actually discovered a working Iconian gateway! We learned some interesting things, but not how to operate it so we could get back to the ship. But then again, I’m a pilot, not an engineer. The Captain said something about being ‘multi-trained’. He clearly didn’t see the marks I got on science 101 when I was at the academy. Besides, if someone should be multi-trained it should be him. After all he does have like fifty years more of experience.



We were disturbed by someone approaching. The Captain managed to hide himself behind the portal while I managed to seek some cover behind a crate. Barely in time. Two armed guys and someone in civilian clothes entered the cave. You should’ve seen the uniform the two armed guys were wearing, just like pyjamas.

Unfortunately we left the control panel on, so they quickly found out someone was hiding. The big armed spotted my antenna sticking out over the edge of the crate. He dared to call them ‘swizzle-sticks’! That’s not very nice is it?



They found Captain Jira pretty quickly too. He didn’t seem too happy. The civilian guy, he had these really bright white blinding teeth. They must make really good toothpaste as well. He decided to take us to something called ‘Command’. We had to go through the gateway. Apparently ‘Command’ is on a ship.



They looked us up in the brig for a while, or ‘Economy class quarters’ as they called it. The big one said my antennas were creepy. He keeps saying those things, I don’t think I like him very much.

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CONTINUED

I don’t know how much time we spent in the brig. It was rather boring and it seemed like forever, but it was probably just a few hours. The big, insulting guard and the civilian came to take us to Command. Command turned out to be some sort of a commission, with three members. A female president called S’xtra seemed to be in charge. They wanted to know about Iconians in our time. Captain Jira didn’t seem very keen on answering that because of the Temporal Prime Directive.
When it was clear the Captain wasn’t going to answer that S’xtra woman tried her charms on me. Like I would tell her everything because of a tender caress. Normally I wouldn’t mind, of course, but she was rather creepy. I told her I never met any Iconians because I was from another part of space. Which actually isn’t that far from the truth.

Fortunately my fellow Andorian and Chief Marine on the Nevada decided to mount his rescue operation at this point. It was quite a shock seeing him stepping into the room alone. Although I must say the shock of the exploding stun grenade was somewhat bigger. That was a fine example of going out with a bang.



I woke up in sickbay back on the Nevada. Lieutenant Colonel Hrisvalar was already back on duty, but Captain Jira was still out. He shouldn’t have been sitting so close to that grenade. It’s a bad idea. Melain managed to patch me up again. About every inch of my body was in pain. She attributed it to the shock of the grenade. I’m pretty sure it’s the springball game she dragged me into.



I also asked her to take a look at my swollen finger. I was afraid it might go septic and rot away. I once met someone who had gone septic. All him. Not a pretty sight, especially towards the end, all rotten away. According to Melain it wasn’t infected but intoxicated. Poisoned! Like that is any better.
Melain has placed another bet on my unfortunates for tomorrow afternoon. I’m not sure if she’s just teasing or serious.
Commander Steve has requested my presence on the bridge. I’ll stop by my quarters on the way to change into a clean uniform and to freshen up a bit.

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Stardate 910425.47 minus five-and-a-half billion years
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

I arrived on the bridge still dressed in my torn uniform. For some reason I couldn’t get into my quarters! I contacted T’Fat. In her usual annoying way she told me the circuits controlling the doors in that section shorted out during the fire fight. According to her the only way in was to cut a hole in the door with a blowtorch or transport in.

Commander Steve looked at me a bit weird, but didn’t even care to listen to my explanation. I also noticed Lieutenant Bonar not being happy to see the junior CNO leave the bridge. I’ve got the impression he thinks I’m going to blow him up someway or another. That’s really silly. That sort of things has almost never happened before.

We were in pursuit of the Iconian vessel for about twenty minutes or so when Lieutenant Jenkins discovered some unusual energy fluctuations. On the bridge deck! He discovered they originated from the toilet. For a moment I wondered if someone was suffering from explosive diarrhoea. But it turned out to be the Iconian with the toothpaste commercial smile that captured the Captain and me in that cave.



Apparently he used the gateway to come onboard, told us he wanted to help us. The FO ordered a meeting in the conference room, where X´f Ypoc (that turned out be the Iconians name) explained why and how he wanted to help us. Captain Jira managed to join us fairly quickly so he didn’t miss too much. It seemed that X´f Ypoc has a device which allows us control and navigate the gateways, thus getting us back home. According to him they are capable transporting us to a random portal within a seventy-five lightyear radius from it. Which is not bad considering the distances involved.
The Captain decided to give it a go and ordered Jenkins and T’Fat to assist our guest with the installation of the device. We still have the problem of the Iconian ship guarding the gateway in the nebula. I hope that isn’t going to be much of a problem.

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Stardate 910504.74
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

With the help of the Iconian scientist Ypoc, Jenkins and T’Fat managed to interface the gateway controller into our systems. One would think this would get us all home and happy ending, right? Well, unfortunately things went a little different.

T'Fat

The Iconian vessel guarding the gateway moved to intercept us, luckily our CTSO, Bonar, was able to disable the vessels weapon and propulsion systems. But just after we activated the gateway the Iconian vessel managed to send some sort of feedback pulse back to our ship. It disabled the gateway navigation completely! It’s just our luck, not only the device got fried; Ypoc was killed by the overload as well. The Captain ordered to continue course anyway, since it was our only way of getting out of this place.



Well, of course this didn’t end in our best favour. We managed to return to our own time, but we found ourselves positioned in the Andromeda galaxy! Can you believe it? That’s like, uhm, a lot of lightyears from home.

We are now orbiting an uninhabited M-class planet, making the necessary repairs. Apparently bad luck doesn’t come alone. The next in the series of unfortunate events is that I still can’t get into my quarters. Some idiot security crewmember was citing some stupid phrases, like:
"When you're feeling under pressure, do something different. Roll up your sleeves, or eat an orange,” and “Be on the look out for things that make you laugh. If you see nothing worth laughing at, pretend you see it, then laugh”, when I momentarily lost my patience for a moment. I wonder how she comes up with these sorts of stupid things.

I think she’s a friend of Danara’s. They both seem to enjoy my misfortunes.

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Stardate 910514.31
Personal log
Lieutenant Frek Thelev.

For the time being I’ve been put up in one of the guest quarters. The room itself is okay, but I can’t get to my personal belongings.
The gate navigation device is broken beyond repair. I tried to take a look at it, but besides getting almost electrocuted, there was nothing I could do. This is not a good development.

I wanted to ask T’Fat if she could lend me a blowtorch later today, but I guess it’ll have to wait. Commander Steve wants to go down to the planet to see if there are any eatable plants and I’m in the team. I once knew someone who loved plants. Especially Tarkellian mouldy spinach. I tried to cook it once, but he got food poisoning from it. I think it must have been the mouldy spinach itself, not my cooking.



I actually would have liked to have tried out my design for my self-propelling water-skis. This might even be a better idea than the anti-grav jet powered skis. I’m pretty sure this is going to be a huge hit at vacation resort planets like Risa.
I might convince the Captain to let me do some testing. Surely he will see the importance of this scientific breakthrough.

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Stardate 911101.48
Personal log
Commander Frek Thelev.

Look at this! All my efforts in maintaining a log completely gone! There’s something seriously wrong with this ship. First I’m locked out of my quarters for ages and when I finally can get in the stupid computer erases my personal logs. I really must file a complaint one of these days. Besides, they might have been able to let me into my quarters again, but now I can’t lock the door anymore. I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up one morning to find out my mattress has been stolen. Just like that time on Achrady VII. But okay, I must admit that was a bit of weird gig.
I must hurry now or I’ll be late for my shift. I think I still have a clean uniform lying around here somewhere. Guess I must wear my socks inside out today, that way they’ll last me a day longer.

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2nd Entry.

This new chief marine guy made me spill hot coffee over myself! I think I’ve got at least some 4th degree burns from that. Besides it was the only fresh uniform I got left and I just learned we’re supposed to be wearing dress uniforms for the festivities on Beta XXIA. Unfortunately as we all know I lost it when my luggage got chewed up by the turbo-lift on the Hanson, during my training there. Since I didn’t got around ordering a new one, or as Melain and Danara say, neglected to get one, I’ve been forced to replicate one. At the cost of like half my months replicator credits! I hope I can get them back from Starfleet, ‘cause when ordered through the appropriate channels they issue uniforms for free. Thankfully Melain has been so kind to offer me some credits for the food-replicators. You think that is a nice thing, right? Well, I’m not too sure. She wants to pick the dishes! No sane person can live of vegetables for a whole month! I might die from an overdose of vitamins!
Danara suggested feeding me gagh for lunch, which Melain thought was a good idea ‘cause it fitted the events.

I’ll get Danara back for that. After all, I’m still her superior officer, hehehe.

Everyone knows old people are annoying, right? As are Klingons. Well, we’re picking up this Klingon diplomat in a few minutes.
An ancient one.


It’s clear this is not going to be a lot of fun. Dirty dancing with a bunch of drunk Nausicaans is more fun. I mean, they smell like camel with gut rot and have as much hygiene an Alverian dung beetle. And did I mention he’s old as well?
Got to go now. I’m expected to be there when he comes onboard.