Personal Log. Frek Thelev.
Dec 14, 2005 0:32:16 GMT
Post by fthelev on Dec 14, 2005 0:32:16 GMT
Stardate 911213.92
Personal log
Commander Frek Thelev
Well, I think I can honestly say things have been…how shall I put it? Different, that’s the word. First of all, after our little problem on Beta XXIA where Captain Jira had been accused of murdering that old annoying Klingon ambassador, we were sent to do some mind numbing scans for minerals in some remote systems no-one has ever heard about. Speaking of annoying people, I found a photo taken on my graduation day. Danara’s on it as well. Bad luck.
fltr. Danara, Melain, Owen, Frek
The Captain proved to be innocent by the way. Turned out to be some local look-a-likes of Melain and Massally, while the real persons in question were held hostage on the planet itself. I don’t think Melain took it really when she was told everything that had happened. I must say I was a bit worried, especially since I didn’t see her that much. Hope she wasn’t avoiding me or anything. But I’m glad to say she seems to be a lot better the last few days.
Anyway, they probably wanted us to keep from causing trouble by sending us there. They probably knew as well there was nothing there except for some uninteresting microbes.
I was already considering organising a jet powered anti-grave ski contest. Shouldn’t be that hard to set out a course through all the corridors. But counsellor Grace (she keeps insisting on calling her Grace) wanted to go for a hockey match instead. According to her it would be safer. Don’t know were she gets that idea. I’m still suffering from that bloody game, everything in my tender body hurts.
It doesn’t come as a complete surprise when I say we all longed for something with a little bit more exciting. Well, we got it and I’m not so sure we’re too happy about it! We are sent to investigate a derelict Borg cube. What do you say about that?! But not before picking up some weird Vice Admiral called Mc7_of_9. And can you believe it? He subsequently relieved our Captain from command and degraded him to simple science officer. Okay, I must confess Captain Jira has behaved a bit odd on occasions the past few months, or gone totally potty, whatever which way is best fitting. But still, he is our captain. Counsellor Grace has gone a bit weird. The counsellor seems to in need counselling herself. From her own, (a lot of great’s), great grandmother.
Oh, and before I forget. Yesterday, coming of my shift, I was nearly cut in half by the turbolift doors. One of the new crewmembers, I think she said was the new CEO Hannah Stevenson, came with the brilliant remark there was something wrong with them. As if you need to be an engineer to figure that out! I barely survived. Unlike my uniform though.
I have this huge bruise on my arm. I didn’t want to bother Melain with it, but perhaps I might.
It’s going from dark blue to deep purple, and like a child in time it is growing.
Personal log
Commander Frek Thelev
Well, I think I can honestly say things have been…how shall I put it? Different, that’s the word. First of all, after our little problem on Beta XXIA where Captain Jira had been accused of murdering that old annoying Klingon ambassador, we were sent to do some mind numbing scans for minerals in some remote systems no-one has ever heard about. Speaking of annoying people, I found a photo taken on my graduation day. Danara’s on it as well. Bad luck.
fltr. Danara, Melain, Owen, Frek
The Captain proved to be innocent by the way. Turned out to be some local look-a-likes of Melain and Massally, while the real persons in question were held hostage on the planet itself. I don’t think Melain took it really when she was told everything that had happened. I must say I was a bit worried, especially since I didn’t see her that much. Hope she wasn’t avoiding me or anything. But I’m glad to say she seems to be a lot better the last few days.
Anyway, they probably wanted us to keep from causing trouble by sending us there. They probably knew as well there was nothing there except for some uninteresting microbes.
I was already considering organising a jet powered anti-grave ski contest. Shouldn’t be that hard to set out a course through all the corridors. But counsellor Grace (she keeps insisting on calling her Grace) wanted to go for a hockey match instead. According to her it would be safer. Don’t know were she gets that idea. I’m still suffering from that bloody game, everything in my tender body hurts.
It doesn’t come as a complete surprise when I say we all longed for something with a little bit more exciting. Well, we got it and I’m not so sure we’re too happy about it! We are sent to investigate a derelict Borg cube. What do you say about that?! But not before picking up some weird Vice Admiral called Mc7_of_9. And can you believe it? He subsequently relieved our Captain from command and degraded him to simple science officer. Okay, I must confess Captain Jira has behaved a bit odd on occasions the past few months, or gone totally potty, whatever which way is best fitting. But still, he is our captain. Counsellor Grace has gone a bit weird. The counsellor seems to in need counselling herself. From her own, (a lot of great’s), great grandmother.
Oh, and before I forget. Yesterday, coming of my shift, I was nearly cut in half by the turbolift doors. One of the new crewmembers, I think she said was the new CEO Hannah Stevenson, came with the brilliant remark there was something wrong with them. As if you need to be an engineer to figure that out! I barely survived. Unlike my uniform though.
I have this huge bruise on my arm. I didn’t want to bother Melain with it, but perhaps I might.
It’s going from dark blue to deep purple, and like a child in time it is growing.
