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Post by polaris2379 on Mar 18, 2010 21:54:35 GMT -5
Star Date: 87208.2 Personnel: T'Likar Nehawyn Adrelia Location: Sol System Title of Log: New Beginnings
Well, I have submitted and been granted transfer to the Daedalus Omega fleet. It seems they are in dire need of Science Officers, it is my hope to be able to be of great assistance in that capacity. As medical officers are also needed, I intend to speak with my Academy Classmate Den'yalvaci Scl'atnofi, or Den'ya, and see if she would be interested in lending her expertise to this field as well.
The fleet captains seem to be good folk. I confess to my antennae buzzed to meet a liberated Borg. I did endeavor to give him the benefit of the doubt, after all, assimilation was not his fault. Going by the name of Captain Mathias, he appears to have an odd temperment, it will be worth further observation.
Lt. Com Durmas seems an interesting individual as well. Though he strikes me as irreverant, he seems to have an interest in Exoarchaeology, revealing information discovered regarding an ancient and now extinct race known as the D'Arsay Archive. He has volunteered to forward me an information file on the subject, I look forward to reviewing it.
New beginnings and new opportunities. Hopefully they will be beneficial to us all.
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Post by polaris2379 on Mar 21, 2010 11:39:46 GMT -5
Star Date: 87216.4 Personnel: Lt. Com T'Likar Nehawyn Adrelia Location: Sol System Title of Log: The Undiscovered Country.
Yesterday the Archimedes joined the Daedalus Omega Science Division in exploration of the Arucanis Arm. There were some interesting challenges that were required. Lost probes needed recovery, and we were forced to combat Scootians in the process. We took many readings and samples. Unfornunately all five ships were drawn into a fire fight from which we barely managed to emerge.
I lost five officers, with another twenty-five in critical condition in Sick Bay. I have written to the families of the dead, one of the hardest responsibilities a Captain faces in my opinion. These people died at their posts, in the finest of Starfleet tradition... but I doubt that is of any true consolation to their families.
The Archimedes suffered extensive damage, but we managed to make it home. The Archimedes as a Light Cruiser has been decomissioned. However, surprisingly enough, Starfleet has given me a promotion to Lt. Commander, and given me mastery of a new Science Vessel, the new incarnation of the Archimedes. I am excited to finally be at the helm of a Science Vessel, exploring the stars and finally doing a bit more of what I originally joined Starfleet to do.
On a side note, I did take a test run out to DS9. Several of the Daedalus Fleet were present in Quark's bar. An interesting place, bad music but at least the company was fair. I have challenged Lt. Com. Taithen to not use the word "Logic" or any derivative thereof for the next twenty-four hours. We will see how well he does.
I have also made an interesting encounter with the Liberated Borg, Captain Mathias. After running a tri-corder scan, he is indeed no species on record in the Starfleet databases, though my suspicion is that he is likely a race from the Delta Quadrant. He allowed me to make telepathic contact with his mind. It was an interesting experience. I sensed some sort of lingering telepathic aspects in his mind, either he carries potential telepathy himself, or there is the lingering of a severed link. I suspect it is actually a bit of both. My telepathic probing however effected him on both emotional and physical levels, I ended it rather quickly after realizing this.
His mind obsesses about certain of these memories. In order to relax him I have instructed him in "Tribble Therapy, " an experiment of my own devising. Given the calming and tranquilizing effect that the creature's trilling has on the majority of species, I have instructed him to spend ten minutes before he "sleeps" petting his Tribble. He has accepted this, and I will check on his progress. Further exploration into his psyche may also be possible if he elects to continue with my assistance.
On a side note.. I love my Tribbles. As I understand how to control their breeding habits, I find owning them quite rewarding. My first officer finds it rather "illogical" but what can you expect from a Vulcan... and a tactical officer at that?
And so I, and the Archimedes step out into our exploration of the "Undiscovered Country...." the future. Let us hope that it is wondrous and bright, for us all.
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Post by polaris2379 on Mar 22, 2010 12:14:55 GMT -5
Star Date: 87219.17 Personnel: T'Likar Nehawyn Adrelia Location: Sol System Title of Log: Unforeseen Consequences
Last night as part of a high priority mission for Starfleet, we made our way to the Gateway system, making use of the Guardian of Forever. We went back in time to the year 2207 in order to stop Klingons who had abducted Lt Paris and who were attempting to distrupt the current timeline. We were successful, and retrieved Lt Paris... there are however some unforeseen consequences.
Lt. Paris was imprisoned by a force field containment. My knowledge of the Klingon language is crude at best, and I was unable to decipher the controls to set her free. The ship we had boarded was in the process of collapse, there was no time. I used my telepathic abilities on a dying Klingon, seeking the language centers of his brain to draw out the information I needed. Due to the haste and disruptive surroundings, what actually seems to have taken place was something akin to a Vulcan Mind Meld.
The Klingon died of his wounds during the melding. I apparently absorbed far more from him than simply language as my first reaction was to perform the Klingon Death Ritual, opening his eyes and howling towards the sky. I was then able to free Lt. Paris, and we beamed off the ship before it exploded. Once in space we were set upon by another Klingon squadron. I have never felt the rush of battle as I did then. I think is some ways I begin to understand what Klingons feel while in battle... the Telaxian part of myself is rather disturbed at the thought.
We made it back through to our own time and to the Sol System. Once there I immediately indulged in my sudden craving for Chech'tluth, Heart of Targ and live Gagh. Den'ya was disgusted, and in all truth, so was I. The information I absorbed from the Klingon whirls in my mind even now, the desires and impulses that I can only attribute to their species flooding my conciousness.
I have made my bridge crew aware of the situation. Other fleet members on the mission besides Den'ya seem to either be ignorant of what has happened to me, or they do not care. I met the supposed Fleet Chief Medical Officer.... I am coming to the opinion that this Fleet had the bottom drop out of it, and has been trying to make due with what it had left. The lack of seriousness and discipline among the officers disturbs me, even moreso now under this Klingon "influence." So many of them are irreverant, flippant rebels. They offer no respect, neither do they engender it. My hope is that if Captain Mathias rises to Admiral, he will correct some of this. If he does not get the position, I have the same hopes of the new Admiral. This is Starfleet, not a damned Orion mercenary band.
My blood pressure is up now, my anger growing.... I have a sudden desire to replicate a bat'leth and find a holodeck somewhere..... I think I will do that now.
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Post by polaris2379 on Apr 12, 2010 11:57:37 GMT -5
Star Date: 87276.7 Personnel: T'Likar Nehawyn Adrelia Location: Sol System Title of Log: Back to Work
My return from emergency leave has been... interesting. The "Klingon Hangover" as I have come to call it seems to be something that I will just have to live with. To have the entire life of an older Klingon Warrior trapped in my head for the rest of my existance is not something that I ever dreamed of. He was a dishonorable, lying, murdering, kidnapping, plotting bastard... but at least now I understand them. My understanding of the Klingon language has gone from basic to fluent, and I have a complete understanding of their culture. A typically honorable people ruled by their passions and duty. An odd mix, but its amazing how much your understanding of an alien culture grows when you can see it from the inside out, rather than the outside in.
A lingering aspect of this "Hangover" however was that I ended up kissing Den'ya. She walked into the Lounge in casual-wear with Laurel. I had been talking with Mathias... I just walked over, knocked her off her feet into my arms and kissed her... something about the aggressiveness of the Klingons, I just acted on impulse. I will not lie and say I didnt enjoy it... at least until I realized what I had done and that I completely embarrassed myself. Den'ya is my best friend, knows me better than anyone alive, which only enhances her allure to me. We have been close friends since the Academy, we went through a lot together, both of us trying to adjust from the ways of our people to the Starfleet way of doing things. Bloody Moons... this complicates things. Telaxian biology makes it difficult for me to be... intimate.. with anyone not of my species... and its been a while.... too damn long.... *ahem* Moving on.
Seems we are going to look for Ensign Xoeni soon. Durmas has gone and got lost as well. Foolish. Xoeni strikes me as being about as capable as a Terran infant trying to wrangle a Rigelian ox. Durmas, wondrous half-drunken letch that he is, seems to be rather taken with her and likely went and did something stupid. He is too young for command in my opinion, too inexperienced, too cocky, too rebellious. However, its not my call, so I just have to continue to do my job and clean up after everyone's mess.
I was able to propose a hypothetical method to narrow the search for Xoeni, using the presence of certain psychic-enhancing crystals as a indicator of how the Ensign could have telepathicly projected across light-years. Otherwise only extremely powerful, and likely non-humanoid beings are capable of such telepathic potency. We will see if my hypothesis is correct.
The mysterious absentee Admiral Meranda of the Engineering Division finally made an appearance at yesterday's meeting. Walked in like she owned the place, wrong uniform, wrong colors, and then proceeds to try to dictate what is what. Mathias put her in her place a bit, but still, bad form. I hope he gets her in line before she decides to try to take over anything else.
I submitted my report on the P'Tal incident. I scratch my head wondering why the Fleet insists on dealing with this woman. Of course, now its also a question of which one we have been dealing with, the real one or the clone. Regardless, from what I understand, she has something to do with Starfleet Intelligence. Strikes me as Intelligence is getting sloppy if this type of crap is going on. Of course, I dont have the clearance for the details. I could just pluck it from someone's brain, but by Telepathic Protocol, Im forbidden to do such things, and I will honor my oaths to Starfleet. Regardless, its mildly infuriating. As the only real active Science Officer, I am looked at often for answers. I can only give answers on available data. If I am kept in the dark, my ability to give answers suffers immensely.
My... this log turned into a rather large bitch session... regardless, these are my thoughts... and thats what a Personal Log is for isnt it?
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Post by polaris2379 on Apr 16, 2010 22:33:23 GMT -5
Star Date: 87290.1 Personnel: T'Likar Nehawyn Adrelia Location: Vulcan Title of Log: The Void Within
What is to be done? As I sit here on Vulcan... *sighs* Apparently there was some party tonight on Risa. A beautiful tropical area, sunny and bright, the people happy and inviting.... and pointless. Though I certainly appreciate all the beauty that world has to offer its guests... I felt simply out of place. Half the fleet's women fawning over the Admiral in one form or another.. sometimes it just makes me want to vomit.
And yet I feel guilty for saying so. When out of uniform, Mathias is my friend. Perhaps in some ways I know him better than anyone else. And when he isn't consumed in his brandy and brooding, he is a good friend.... and yet the double B combo seems all too common these days. Now with the loss of Durmas, who was also his friend... he seems even more withdrawn. I don't quite understand that friendship, Durmas is a moron, and in my opinion got what he deserved. Regulations are in place for a bloody reason.
Every time I turn around, I need to solve some mess, some bloody drama that some fool has turned up for themselves, half the time needing to resort to Telepathy to do it. I don't think anyone in the Fleet has any concept of how draining that is. If I didn't have to walk around all day blocking my own Telepathy, it wouldn't be as bad. I have tried to explain to some of them that its like walking around all day with a muscle flexed. Just that takes a lot of effort in its own right.
Den'ya has been promoted. She has made the effort several times to offer me recognition, both public and private, for all the ways I have tried to help her. She is CMO now. I'm happy for her, though I never expected with her initial reluctance to enter the Fleet that she would outstrip me so quickly. We have many doctors in the fleet... and yet I'm the only Science Officer... eh.. its petty of me.. I'm happy for my friend, even if a bit envious. Its growing harder to talk to her though. After that idiot kiss... I haven't been able to talk to her about it. She is always so busy, off working on this or that, you would think she was the only Doctor in the Fleet sometimes. And on a personal level... at least she gets to go home.
When we started in the Academy, we were there for each other. Both of us separated from our people and our culture, we shared that journey, that learning process together. Now.. she is largely acclimated... and once a year she goes home. I know her relationship with her people and her family isn't perfect... but bloody moons, at least she has a home to return to. So here I am... envious of my friend professionally... personally... and I hate myself for it.
So... feeling all of these emotions were not fitting of standing around in the middle of a party on Risa... I left, and came to Vulcan. Such a drastic difference. Where Risa has vacationers, Vulcan has monks. Where Risa had bright sunny tropical weather... Vulcan is hazy, arid, hot... stark. Is this a reflection of my hearts? I feel them beating within my chest and wonder what is left within them. I feel alone in a crowd. While I spend so much time trying to aid others with their problems, I wonder what of my own?
What can be done? My people are scattered across the galaxy. Our world is gone... is our culture that far behind? What is to become of us? What is to become of me? How can I explain to those who have no concept, no frame of reference to understand? There have been times I have wondered whether it might be best to adhere to the Vulcan way of things, their philosophy of Logic.... just to dull the pain in my hearts that gnaws at me every single day.
Meh... what am I doing? This log has been nothing more than an exercise in self-indulgent crap. Life goes on... such as it is.
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Post by polaris2379 on Apr 19, 2010 11:26:58 GMT -5
Star Date: 87297.1 Personnel: T'Likar Nehawyn Adrelia Location: Sol System Title of Log: A Most Uncommon Day
Well, it finally happened. Promotion. Yesterday I was promoted to a full Commander, and given the responsibilities of Chief Science Officer for the Fleet. The Admiral assured me that is wasn't because I am the only non-Medical active Science Officer in the Fleet. I admit I have some trouble believing that.... however, the Fleet has an overabundance of Tactical Officers, and there is still no Chief Tactical. I suppose he must truly feel I am qualified. With no staff to call upon however, my resources are limited, and I informed him of such.
The best part of it all however was not so much the promotion as it was the ship that came with it. Finally, out of that refit Hospital ship and on to a proper Science Vessel. I am quite proud to be the Captain of this new incarnation of the Archimedes. I have no doubt that she will perform well, I have a fine crew to man her. Seems that the Archimedes is getting a bit of a reputation in Starfleet, as a home for those lost in the crowd. The proportion of "exotic Alien" species serving on the ship is very high, and seems to grow with every crew rotation. I guess my efforts at turning the ship into a cultural melting pot, actively honoring the various races that serve upon it must be getting around. That too makes me proud.
Yesterday was also the Zelaxian Day of the Dragon. As part of my promotion party, I played a small impromptu concert for the Fleet officers in attendance along with my Bridge crew. Its been years since I dared play the Song Crystals... I suppose I was afraid. However, as I played the Crystalsong "Ode to the Dragon" for those few minutes, I was free. The concentration of my telepathy required to create the music allowed me to take down my mental barriers and still be "deaf" to the others around me. To relax, to simply express myself through the Crystalsong, the true depths of my feelings... it was wonderful after so long. I also felt a bit less culturally isolated than I have recently, for in sharing some of my people's ways with others, I at least was able to be active in them myself.
As for the other officers... well... Zelaxian Crystalsong had a reputation in the Delta Quadrant as being some of the most moving music in the galaxy. Some of them reacted to what they heard... most just stood there like stone. As much as I try to understand the various humanoid races of the galaxy... so much about them still confuses me, especially this propensity of Terran males to be emotional bricks. Oh well... their loss.
Today the Archimedes C should finish its personnel transfers and be ready for a shakedown cruise. By the Moons I hope all goes well.
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