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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Apr 2, 2012 14:59:15 GMT -5
Checked in with the ship last night. No assignment yet, but apparently I'm being moved from helm back to Security. I kinda liked the idea of flying, but Security is where I'm most comfortable. The new helm guy is about my age, maybe a little older. Not bad looking either. Hopefully we'll get along.
Speaking of which... Joy asked my opinion on the crew, and I wasn't really sure what to say. I mean, we haven't even launched yet, and we've only been here what... two weeks? It's not like I'm following them around or spying on them. As far as I know, they're all good Starfleet officers. I haven't seen anything to suggest otherwise.
Either way, things are looking up. I've heard rumors we might get an assignment soon, so here's hoping for something to do.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on May 16, 2012 12:29:40 GMT -5
They say war is hell. That it's something to be avoided until all other options are expended. That there are no winners, only losers. I don't know how much of that is true... but I do know that fighting is the only reason I have a job right now. And lately, I'm not even sure that's enough for me. I mean, I'm good at what I do... I'm just not sure it's what I really want.
The new girl... there's something about her. I can't quite place my finger on it, but I don't really trust her. Maybe it's because she's a codebreaker, one of the few people on this boat who could actually find out my real history. I mean, it only took her an hour to get into our systems, to get past every safeguard I had in place.
An hour... to do what takes most people days or weeks to do. And she already suggested she knows my past, at least some of it. That makes me uneasy. The last thing I need is my life history coming out. Joy trusts me well enough, but I'm not sure what she would do if she knew.
And then there's this new doctor... she's doing the typical "I'm the new doctor, so I need to give everybody a once-over and get to know you". I'm sorry doc, but I don't want to get to know you. You're the last person in the galaxy I want to be intimately familiar with... because if I have to come see you, I might as well be dead already.
It's weird... it's been almost three full years since I've been in the water, and it's never bothered me until now. I'm not really sure why, but I'm really starting to miss the waves. They're the only thing that got me through high school.
I'm not really sure what to do... maybe I should just transfer off again, find a new place to start over. Tibs can handle everything anyway, so it's not like they'd even miss me. Maybe I could get a job on a freighter somewhere, or some backwater starbase... I doubt they'd care about my past at all, even if they did know. Either way, I've got a while to decide... I just wish I knew what to do.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on May 26, 2012 0:45:59 GMT -5
-= the gentle sounds of distant waves crashing on a shoreline mixed pleasantly with the occasional seagul, and the soft, soothing sounds of the hawaiian music playing. Erys lay on her back, staring up at the top of her bunk as the sounds drifted over her. She closed her eyes and just basked in the memories that came with the familiar music. =-
Computer, begin recording.
-= a long pause, broken only by the quiet music still playing in the background =-
Seems like we've had nothing but success on our mission so far. Aside from a couple injuries during the battles, we've suffered only minor damage. Almost feels like the Klingons are avoiding a fight. Or maybe they're just distracted by other problems, I don't know.
-= another pause, this one somewhat shorter =-
The waves are calling to me again. Louder and louder every day. It's all I can do not to steal a shuttle and head for Risa. I don't understand why... it's been three years since I even went to the beach... why now?
-= a long pause, so long the music changes to another song. This one is somewhat more upbeat, but still with that obvious Hawaiian flair =-
Soon as this mission is over, I'm hitting a beach. A real beach... with water. I need to surf... I don't know why, but I do. I ---
-= The hiss of doors opening, then shutting. Various sounds of someone moving around =-
End recording. Damnit Tibs, I thought you were still on dut-----
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Jun 4, 2012 9:14:04 GMT -5
I think we're done with our mission. Or at least almost done. We managed to get what's left of the 6th out of Klingon space, and somehow survived even after a betrayal. At least 10 Gorn ships tried to ambush us, and I'm guessing a few more were waiting for them along that new course.
I'm just glad we got through it alive. We lost the Cheron though... and I can't stop thinking about them. I didn't really know any of them personally, but ... they were Starfleet officers. Fifty people, dead in seconds because one person betrayed us.
We still don't know who it was. The official name on the report was Carter, but I'm betting that wasn't even his real name. Whoever did this was good, and had a lot of resources to play with. My personal guess is the Tal Shiar, but I don't have much proof to go on. Not yet anyway.
I'm planning to ask Joy if I can get onto the Acheron and check things out myself. Maybe I'll be able to find something, I don't know. Either way... I think we're done. The ship is limping, wounded... we can't take much more fighting.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Jul 17, 2012 11:26:25 GMT -5
-= As the recording clicks on, Erys is lying on her back on the sand, with nothing between her and the sun. Her wet hair sticks to her shoulders, and in the background the quiet crashing of waves can be heard along with faint Hawaiian music. Eyes closed, Erys is motionless save the movement of her breathing. After what seems like an eternity, she begins speaking, her eyes still closed. =-
So... we got everything. Everything I asked for, and more. I honestly wasn't even expecting half of what we got. I'm in my quarters right now, lying on my bunk, but it feels like I'm back in Cali... Probably not supposed to be using the holoprojectors like this, but the only person who can order me to stop is Joy, and I don't think she even cares what I do.
We're already back in action, of course. Back to the front lines with our new supercharged battleship. And, -=she smiles at this=- So far the only combat we've seen is a suicide bomber. I probably shouldn't smile, I know... but it's funny. All this technology, all these upgrades, and we still got caught off guard by a suicide bomber. Mostly because he had Iconian technology, of course. Doctor didn't help us much at first, but I must admit she makes for a great hostage negotiator.
Mmmm... K'tali. She's rude, she's disrespectful... but I don't think she does it on purpose. That's just how Klingons come across, even when they don't mean to be. Even so, I can't help but like her. I don't even know why I do, but I can't help it. She's a Klingon, and she's a telepath to boot. But...I hate to admit it, but she's a good asset. She knows how to get things done, and I plan to use her more often.
-= She sighs and opens her eyes, staring up at the ceiling =-
It's weird... It's like all these things should bother me, but for some reason I just don't care. Maybe it's because I have these quarters to myself right now, I dunno. Tibs is gone for a few more weeks I think, still in Command School or something. So of course I'm the XO while he's gone. Not that it's hard... We've got a crew of forty-something, and that's smaller than what I used to have on the Ayanami.
I have to say... I love it here.
-= her eyes close again, relaxing under the perfectly-simulated sun =-
I don't know why... I just do.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Aug 18, 2012 14:52:14 GMT -5
The past few weeks have been surprisingly calm, with almost no action to speak of. The closest we came was a couple weeks ago when we found an abandoned science station, and an equally abandoned bird of prey. Of course, that turned out to be a simple transporter malfunction, and nobody even fired a shot.
Not that I'm complaining... A lot of people have gotten tired of this war, including me... and I welcome any chance for a break. That being said, going this long without any fighting during a war can be dangerous. I have to do something to keep my people from being soft.
To that end, I reserved the mess hall for a little training. Some for my security people, and some for anyone else in the crew that would like to participate. Assuming that goes well, I may make it part of the regular ship's routine.
I'm also planning to talk to Joy about running some drills. I don't think our ship has ever even been boarded, unless you count that one suicide bomber.... But aside from that, we've never had to fight off a Klingon boarding party, or defend against Borg drones. These drills should keep the crew on their toes. Last thing we need is our ship getting caught with our pants down.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Oct 29, 2012 19:50:57 GMT -5
-= Transferred from padd =-
This thing might be the only thing still working... I'll have to copy it over to the main computer once we get things back up and running. I'm not even sure yet if the ship is still spaceworthy. All I know right now is... Tibs... K'tali... they're dead.
Dammit! They were my friends! They were annoying as hell, and pains in my ass... but they were mine, dammit!
---- muffled sounds of sobbing ----
I just... I don't know if I can handle this... but I don't see any way out of it. This isn't... this isn't how I wanted to get my first command. I'm not ready...
No... no... no time for that. I don't know where Joy is... I don't even know if she's still alive. that means I'm in charge. I don't have time to think about... *chokes back a sob* about them. We have to keep working... we have to survive.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Dec 18, 2012 17:23:02 GMT -5
Erys appears on the screen, wearing what appears to be a robe. Her eyes are red and puffy, and her voice is barely audible when she finally speaks.
"I've... neglected my log. I could make a lot of excuses if I wanted. Been too busy, involved with classified ops, whatever. Point is, I'm making an entry now. I want this recorded... just in case.
"A lot has happened in the last couple months. Some things I'd rather not talk about. A few things aren't so bad, but I'm not really sure what I can say, or what I should say.
"I met a Q a few weeks ago. I'd heard a lot about them, mostly bad stuff. But... this one didn't seem so bad. She wasn't exactly nice, but she acted like she wanted to help, in her own way. She even brought Joy and Tibs back to life.
"But... I've lost friends too. K'Tali ... she had the same chance that Joy and Tibs did, but she chose to stay dead. I guess I can't blame her, since every Klingon I've ever met wanted to go to Sto'vo'kor. But... as bitchy as she could be, she was still my friend."
There's a long pause, and Erys can be seen wiping tears from her eyes.
"And then there's Vanessa. My best friend from high school, and probably the only reason I survived it. We went to the Academy together, but I didn't get to see her much after we graduated. We met up once, last summer. I wanted to visit my parents in Hawaii... don't ask me why. Anyway, she was there too. For a couple days, it was like I was back in high school. We were out on the water for hours, just sitting there watching the waves. When she left, I gave her my old board, just in case she got a chance to surf.
"Yesterday, the Tholians killed her. They killed everyone on the Carolina, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I went over to the wreck... I had to see her one last time. Now... I wish I hadn't. I see her face, and I know how her last moments were... and it's too much. I can't get the image out of my head!"
Erys bursts into tears once more, and the screen goes blank. The image returns a few seconds later, and a much calmer Erys appears, her eyes still puffy.
"Command is giving us some shore leave on Starbase 220. I'm not sure what I'll do there. I don't want to burden anyone... but I'm not sure I can stand being alone right now."
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Jan 30, 2013 10:34:55 GMT -5
It's over.
I'm pretty sure my career is over after what happened. I did everything I could to stop it, and even sacrificed what trust I had in the process. It was, of course, useless. I don't know what that thing was, but it managed to break out of whatever containment they had set up and wipe out the entire planet.
Everyone else on the ship seems to blame Them for what happened. Of course I know better, but I can't really defend Them without making myself a target. They also say we should have done more... how could we do more against that? There was no way to stop it... and no way the Sentinel could have rescued even a tenth of that population.
I've been relieved of duty until... I dunno when. Tibs hasn't said a word to me since the incident... in fact nobody has said a word since Joy relieved me. I feel like a prisoner, even though I still have full computer access. Of course, they probably know it'd be useless to try, but that's not even what bothers me. It's the silence. The complete and utter unspoken agreement that I am to blame for everything that happened.
I don't know what will happen, but I doubt I'll be on the Sentinel once we reach Starbase 220.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Feb 26, 2013 15:42:01 GMT -5
I'm a little worried about Joy. She's been spending more and more time in her quarters, and away from the crew. When she's on the bridge, she acts like she's scared to do something wrong, or overcompensates by trying to be strict and by-the-book. I'm not sure what's bothering her. Maybe it's what happened in that last mission, or maybe she's just nervous about the wedding.
Whatever it is, I hope we can bring her out of it. Joy is a good captain, with a good head on her shoulders. I just wish she'd stop trying so hard and just be there.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on May 9, 2013 13:35:53 GMT -5
I'm such an idiot. I don't even want to mention anything about it in here. It's bad enough I have to share a room with him, but now he's going to think I want something from him. I can't tell anyone about it, not even Liz and definitely not Alice or Joy. I just want to forget it ever happened.
And clouds... space clouds... wow, what a rush. I hated feeling helpless in the shuttlebay, but after I got out, wow. That was probably the most fun I've had in a shuttle. The only thing I can think of that compares is that one time I made it to the Eddie in '07.
Of course, running over Shantal kinda put a damper on things, but she's okay. At least, I hope she's okay. It's really hard to tell with people like her.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Jun 24, 2013 11:57:44 GMT -5
Something is wrong here. I'm not sure if it's my old team trying to tie up loose ends, or a new player out for vengeance. But someone is trying to kill us, or at least kill me. And to make matters worse, Joy is trying to play spy. I know she thinks she's doing the right thing, but if she keeps trying to do things this way, she's just going to get us all killed.
I'm a little worried about the Adagio too. They're pushing for info on the ghostlight incident. I like Talia, but some secrets should not be brought into public light. I just hope I can get in touch with her before she gets herself killed.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Jul 29, 2013 10:45:46 GMT -5
Well, we managed to resolve the crisis for now, and even tied up a couple loose ends from before. The boss seems to be happy, at least for the moment. I can't help but feel relieved that we're done with that whole situation, because it almost cost me my life, let alone my career.
We finally convinced Joy to take medical leave for the rest of the pregnancy. we've dropped her off and resumed our patrol, and Tibs is in charge for now. I'm not sure if it's a good or a bad thing having him in charge on a semi-permanent basis, but I'll be keeping an eye on him anyway.
We picked up a new guy, a Caitain. Due to the current room setups, I've decided to let him bunk with me while he's here. We can rearrange things when Joy gets back in a few months. I just hope the big guy doesn't shed. Of course, I have another reason for putting him in my room. He mentioned serving with M'row, and so far the background checks have come up clean too... but I'm not taking any chances with new arrivals.
It's a little weird wearing red though. I've been wearing operations colors for as long as I've been in Starfleet... hell, I never thought I'd sit in the command chair at all. I've had a security team bigger than this crew, but somehow it still feels like there's a lot more pressure on me now. I feel like.... like I'm in the big leagues now. And it kinda scares me.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Aug 12, 2013 13:55:27 GMT -5
I've gotten very close to ending my career before, but somehow things always work out. I have no idea if they will this time or not, but at least I have the satisfaction of knowing I stood up for what's right. Even so, I could have...should have done more. Those two haven't done anything wrong, and they don't deserve to be treated like criminals just because an Admiral can't handle not being in control.
I don't know what's up with Tibs either. We used to be pretty decent friends, but lately he's gotten a lot more... rigid. I think that bond he's got with Xemion is affecting his judgement. They were almost like copies of each other yesterday, and Xemion even had the audacity to give me orders. I mean come on... not only do I outrank him, but I'm his immediate superior. For him to try giving me orders is not only improper, it's just ludicrous.
But back to Tibs... clearly he's not thinking for himself anymore. Anyone with half a brain would see that the Admiral is abusing his authority and violating half a dozen laws and regulations. And Tibs just sat there and took it like nothing was wrong. I just... I can't get over this thought that there's something wrong with Tibs and Xemion. I'm just not sure what it is.
I know the shrinks are going to think I'm paranoid, but that's my job. I have to expect danger and conspiracies, and then search for evidence to either prove or disprove it. And now... to make it even sweeter, they're trying to force me to undergo a psychiatric evaluation. I guess trying to live with morals and uphold the Federation Charter is a sign of a diseased mind now. And I'm getting sick and tired of that little kid trying to second-guess every decision we make. Yes, you're a bloody shrink, but that doesn't mean you're always right. I'm not just paranoid, and I'm not delusional.
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Post by Captain Erys Murai on Sept 1, 2013 15:39:17 GMT -5
The next few hours may determine the fate of the Sentinel. We've discovered a Borg transwarp conduit, currently guarded by a sphere. So far they haven't reacted to our presence, but that could change at any moment. We've currently got most of the ship's crew working on retrofitting one of the torpedo launchers into what amounts to an oversized gun. If it works, it will give us something of an advantage, since the Borg haven't been capable of adapting to kinetic damage in the past.
If it doesn't work, well... this may be the last message I ever record as a human being. I guess it's fitting that my career would end fighting the same enemies that started it, but I don't plan to make it easy for them. Even if our main plan fails, I have a secondary plan to send a couple teams over to plant charges.
If this is my last message... I feel like I should tell someone. I want to explain why I've done some of the things I've done... but I can't. I can't take the risk... not again. At this point, I can only hope that we succeed in destroying the cube and the transwarp network.
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