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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Dec 20, 2010 13:50:00 GMT -5
Personal Log, Stardate 64433.5
I made it to the ship alright. It's smaller than I'm used to. The decks are the same size, but I can't help but feel a little claustrophobic. I know it's immature, but it's going to take some time to get used to this ship.
I'll admit though, this crew seems nice enough. Their chief engineer showed me around, and seemed very helpful. Captain Honda is a bit of a hardass though. She kept me standing at full attention through the entire interview. I only hope she isn't as cold the entire time I'm here.
I have yet to meet my superior, a Lieutenant O'cyrus, or something. No idea what to expect with him, but if he's anything like my last CO, it'll be a fun experience.
My first shift is at 0600. Not my first midshift, probably won't be the last, but damn...couldn't they give me a day to adjust to the schedule? Oh well. Can't be any worse than the Academy was.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Jan 11, 2011 23:35:02 GMT -5
Personal log, Stardate 64434.5
Wow...the past couple days have been...interesting. First a hostage situation, then an intruder, and now we find a ship that's got some sort of classified tech on it. And I thought the Khitomer was exciting.
I have to admit, I'm a little worried about Patrick. He's acting a lot different than he was even a few days ago. I just hope he doesn't decide to do anything stupid.
Speaking of stupid...I've been getting some helm experience. Captain Honda seems to think the Ayanami works best at Warp 7, but the ratings say at least 9.2, and as much as 9.8 for short periods. If you ask me, the captain just wants to keep her friend around longer. Not that I blame her for that, but if she wants us to take longer, don't tell me best speed.
*audible sigh* My opinion of the captain obviously isn't improving, but...she's still my captain. I'm just...starting to wonder if this was the right assignment.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Feb 25, 2011 19:14:11 GMT -5
Personal Log, Stardate 64440.0
Last night was an amazing night. Almost out of nowhere, Captain Honda promoted me. I've known about it for a day or two, but the rest of the crew seemed as surprised as I was when she told me. I can't say I'm not happy about it, but I wasn't really expecting it.
I have to admit, I'm starting to like this ship more and more. I'm finally finding friends among the crew. Maybe all I needed was time to get used to things.
The Promotion doesn't bring much in the way of change. I'm already the senior tactical officer on board. I suppose this just makes it official. Either way, I've got my work cut out for me.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on May 27, 2011 22:30:41 GMT -5
Personal log...
I've managed to jury-rig my computer enough to gain access again. As far as Security knows, I'm just ordering cheesecake. Hopefully that's all they'll ever know.
In reality, I've programmed a few contingency plans just in case things go badly for me. Nothing drastic, but I want to make sure this crew will be safe if I'm removed from the ship. I don't care if I have been relieved of duty, I don't want anything to happen to this crew, or this ship.
Anyway, apparently Captain Reynolds decided to include me in his little scheme even though I refused. He wanted me on the away team, but I refused and spent my entire shift on the bridge instead. I don't know exactly what happened down there, but I know a couple guys came back wounded.
I... I know I didn't do anything wrong with that, but I can't help but be a little scared. If they're willing to pin someone else's mistakes on me, what happens when they find out what I actually have done?
Considering the past few days, I have little doubt that my career is at an end. I just hope this crew doesn't hate me after I'm gone... they're the closest I have to a family.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on May 29, 2011 16:29:40 GMT -5
Well, the trial went better than I expected. I'm not really liking the brig sentence, especially since I didn't do anything wrong, but I can understand I guess.
I've decided to leave the protocols in place, but I've modified them a little. I won't go into detail in this log, but suffice it to say that if I'm incapacitated, Captain Honda will get a few extra troops to help her out on the ship. I need to talk to Liz and Chen about tying my program into internal sensors. To be honest, I'm not sure why something like this hasn't been installed already.
Anyway, I guess I'd better get back to the brig. I have to admit, I've actually been enjoying this. Gibbs is actually a nice guy, as long as Ramirez doesn't ruin it. The bastard still won't follow my orders while I'm in the brig. I'll get him though... jail time ends in another day or so, and his ass is mine.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Jul 5, 2011 22:25:02 GMT -5
I should've guessed this would happen again. Despite my best efforts, this ship is all but lost. We're under tow by a captured bird of prey, and half our systems aren't working. All but two of our torpedo launchers are nonfunctional, and those two are on manual controls. The phaser arrays are all burned out, and the shield grid might as well be nonexistant. And then Captain Honda tells me to prepare for battle. With what?! What does she want me to do, post security teams on the hull with phaser rifles?
*long pause*
I'm not sure I should even put this in here, so I'll keep it vague. Seeing the Ayanami the way it is right now, it triggered a memory. For a few minutes, I was back on the Khitomer, and I could swear I could hear the Borg. I... almost killed Gibbs. I'm okay now, but those few minutes were a little unsettling. It almost makes me want to see a counselor. Almost.
I suppose I should get a couple hours of sleep. Last thing I need is Honda yelling at me for passing out on the bridge.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Jul 11, 2011 9:59:02 GMT -5
"I have no ship."
This single thought has been coursing through my mind the past few days. For the second time in my life, my home has been ripped from me and destroyed. I can feel the loss deep in my heart. And yet.... the tears won't come. It's as if my emotions were left on board the Ayanami. My thoughts go back to the final moments...
I wasn't needed on the bridge, so instead I stood in a forward observation lounge. I could see the ship, my home, floating in space. The damage was obvious, with gaping holes in several sections. The ship would never fly again, but I still wanted to be there. I had devoted over a year to keeping that ship safe, and I had failed. Again.
A bright flash lit up the space between us, and I watched in stunned horror as a quantum torpedo exploded against the hull. A second and a third followed, and the ship started to break apart. Within seconds there was nothing left of my home, save the crew and what little belongings we had salvaged.
I stood there for what felt like an eternity, wishing and hoping beyond all hope that this was some kind of joke. The Ayanami couldn't be gone, could it? It wasn't fair...what had she ever done to deserve destruction like that?
I'm not really sure what happened after that. The next thing I remember, I was in the guest quarters again. I looked down and realized my uniform was gone, and I panicked a little before noticing it in the corner. I got up and went to the door, and that's when I heard the breathing.
Don't ask me how it happened, because I honestly don't know. I have no idea what happened that night, and considering who it is, that's probably a good thing. All I know is... I feel better about the whole situation now. At least a little.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Jul 17, 2011 18:13:54 GMT -5
The past week has been annoying. I'm beginning to wonder if I have "please comfort me" stamped on my forehead, because half the station has tried. I'm not sure if I'd rather just hide in here, or go slap the next person who tries to "council" me. Either way, I'll be glad when they stop.
I do know one thing though, I need a vacation. With all that's been happening, I don't think I've taken a single day of leave in the last couple years. I wonder if they'd let me go to Risa or something.
Then again, I've been looking at the advanced tactical training course. I'd need Captain Honda's endorsement to get in there, but after what happened, I think I could use some more training. Plus, we don't have a ship, so this would be the best time to go, right? I'll have to ask her about it sometime.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Aug 9, 2011 12:38:32 GMT -5
What.... the... <expletive removed>?!
First day back on the job, I'm supposed to be ready for this crap. And what happens? Werner's dead. Why does this keep happening to me? It's like no matter what I do, my friends are going to die anyway.
What really makes it bad though... I think I actually liked the guy. Not in a romantic way, but he was probably one of the best guys I knew. Aside from always trying to get in my pants, of course. I'm going to miss him, and I'm not sure anyone could ever replace him.
*sighs*
Not that the new guy is going to be an improvement. He reminds me of some of the instructors I had at ATT. All business, like the weight of the world rests on his shoulders, and he's determined to do it without any weakness.
I have to wonder, is that how I come across? Have I become what annoys me? I used to be a happy person... what happened? It's like... it's like the Borg took away my soul. And they didn't even have to assimilate me to do it.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Oct 23, 2011 19:00:04 GMT -5
Why is it that the one time I'm not on the ship, everything goes to hell? Captain Honda sent me to a seminar on shield nutations, something we've learned from Borg tech. Just as I'm finishing up the last session, I get an automatic signal from my ship. It's a bit garbled, and there wasn't much anyway... but I recognized it immediately. Needless to say, it was a good thing I was due to head back anyway. Luckily for me, I'd managed to convince Honda to lend me our fastest shuttle. I'm on my way back now, and should hopefully be able to rendezvous with the Okinami in time to help them with whatever happened. (note: this log entry is made immediately prior to the story linked here)
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Dec 6, 2011 10:55:24 GMT -5
This feels so... weird. Surreal, I guess is the word. They tell me I'm a starfleet officer who's been serving on this ship since it launched, and with this crew for almost two years. I don't remember it. All I remember is being a dabo girl, and running a little escort on the side.
The scary part is, I think they're right. They put me on the bridge yesterday, said tactical was my usual spot. Something about a riot, the wanted to stun them, and the next thing I know, I'm setting up the ship's weapons to do that. I have no idea how I know how to do that. I can field-strip a phaser rifle and reassemble it with my eyes closed. I can beat the hell out of anyone on this ship. I even hacked into the computer last night to order cheesecake. but I don't know how I can. Hell, I'm not even sure why I ordered cheesecake. But it was good.
This is all so confusing. I'm sitting here looking at my past logs, at my service record, at the random crap in my quarters... and I can't remember anything. I want to remember who I am, who I used to be. I know I'm not just a dabo girl or escort anymore... I'm something else. Something more.
There's something else too. I'm not really sure why, but Preloc creeps me out. He's nice enough, and he's never touched me except to do his job... but I have this... I don't know, this fear that he's the one that did this to me. I know it's not possible because he was on the ship the whole time... it's just a bad feeling.
I'm starting to think maybe it was a Cardassian that did this to me. Not Preloc, but another one. The weird part is, I don't remember seeing any Cardassians on that station. I saw Ferengi, Romulans, and a lot of random species... but no Cardassians. It's so confusing.
It's like I know... but I can't remember. And that scares me more than anything.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Dec 18, 2011 15:36:59 GMT -5
The weirdest thing just happened. The Borg gave me my memories back.
I can't help but feel a little creeped out by it, but I'm also strangely grateful. I mean, yeah they were trying to assimilate me, but if it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be myself right now. It's ironic, really. the people who took everything from me are the ones who healed me.
I doubt they even realize what they did, much less care. After all, they are all mindless drones. But a small part of me is grateful anyway.
But then there's the ship. The Borg gave me my memories, and took something else away. They planted that hologram, the one that calls herself Zero of One. She forced the ship to separate... forced me to break my promise. I was seconds away from securing Engineering... and she did it anyway.
I promised myself I wouldn't lose another ship. Twice now, the Borg have taken a ship away from me. I can't let that happen. Not again. I'm going to do everything I can to get the Okinami fixed... I don't want to lose her again.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Dec 23, 2011 15:42:30 GMT -5
After giving it some thought, I've decided I should record what happened to me. I'm sure I'll be telling the story many times over the next few weeks, especially if Command decides to put me on review or something. Some of it is still a blur, but what I remember will be recorded here.
I was heading toward Romulan space, to meet up with the Okinami after that conference on shield nutations. As my shuttle passed by what I thought to be an uninhabited system, everything shut down. The consoles sparked a little, and went completely dead. The only thing I can remember being similar to this was the energy dampener the Breen used 40 years ago. I thought we'd developed a defense against that though, so whatever this was, it was new technology.
Anyway, I guess the weapon knocked the shuttle off course, because I ended up crashing on a planet. Out of luck, or my attacker's intent, I survived the crash. Of course, they managed to catch me by surprise and capture me anyway. I'm not sure exactly what they did, but I think it was some kind of poisoned dart or something. Never saw the guy.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a dark room, hanging from my arms. Some Cardassian starts talking to me like he's my best friend, as if I'm not hanging there naked and helpless. Then he injects me with... something. I have no idea what it was, but my memories after that are about as bad as the last time I had Romulan Ale.
I guess that's where they did their little tinkering inside my brain, because everything after that, I was just a dabo girl, or escort, or whatever they wanted me to be at the time. As far as I knew at the time, I was just a slave they'd picked up, so I really had no reason not to do what they wanted. And I have to admit... I actually enjoyed it, at the time anyway.
I never saw that Cardassian again, but I did see a lot of Romulans, and Ferengi. They made me think I was working for the Ferengi, and the Romulans were just the costumers. I have no idea how much of that is true, but I suspect there may be some Tal Shiar business at work there.
The only other thing I can remember was seeing this tiny Orion girl there. The only reason she stuck out to me was because she was about my size, but she carried herself like she was in charge. In fact, the two Orion males that were with her did whatever she said. It struck me as odd at the time, because these guys literally towered over her, yet they treated her like she was their mother or something.
I never got her name though. No idea who she was, or why she was on the station at all. But I did see one of the Ferengi talking to her, and pointing at me, so maybe they were trying to sell me to her, I don't know. In retrospect, I'm glad she didn't buy me, but at the same time I have to wonder what life would've been like if she had.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Mar 30, 2012 8:39:44 GMT -5
The past few weeks have been... interesting. I won't risk putting the details here, since I don't particularly want to spend my life in a prison cell. What I will say is that I'm glad to be back with my friends.
I've been transferred to the Sentinel, and I've got mixed feelings about it. On one hand, it's a small ship, so there won't be as much to protect. Plus Joy's in command, so it's not like I won't know anyone there. She's been my immediate superior for almost three years now, so this assignment will feel almost like home.
On the other hand... I can't help but wonder if this ship is supposed to be a punishment. The ship is 30 years old, and most of the on-board technology is the original equipment. Plus, for reasons I can't fathom, I've been assigned to helm duty. I mean, I can fly the ship... but I was trained for tactical and security. They've got someone else on that though... some guy named Asada.
I don't know... I'm not really sure what to expect here. All I know right now is that I need to brush up on my piloting skills, or this will be a short assignment.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Mar 30, 2012 8:44:29 GMT -5
While I've been here on the station, I've been attending Vorath's Mok'bara class. So far, we've yet to actually do anything other than kill some targs. It was easy enough... nothing like going hand to hand against the Borg. ...for hours on end...
*a long pause*
Anyway... I'm getting a little bored with it. I'm not even sure I'll be able to continue classes once the Sentinel launches, but I'm not sure I'd even want to. He keeps saying he'll teach us, but so far all I've learned is that targ heart tastes like chicken.
I will say though... that big guy from last night... I hope he's not a security officer, because he was pretty weak. Letting Vorath smack him, not once but twice? I don't think I could have stopped myself... but he just stood there like he wasn't sure what to do or something. The comedic value alone might make this worth it... we'll see.
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