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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Feb 26, 2012 2:25:50 GMT -5
Aidan collapses on a couch, exausted. Waving
a hand vageuly in the air, Aidan began to
record his personal log.
I really need to write these more. One of
these days that console is going to blow up
in my face and no one will ever know what I
was really like. That's the kind of thing
that makes it really hard for people to write
holonovels about you. But I digress.
Alpha shift in the torpedo bay has the worst
loading times of all of the shifts. I've
scheduled them an additional drill every
week, and if they haven't improved within two
months, I'm going to have too talk to the
captain about this. And I hate going to the
captain.
Oh, and I got another requisition request
from Hicks about... legal orion slave girls?
I'm going to have to have a serious talk with
that man some day.
I still have some rum left over. Probably
best to avoid it. If we meet combat, I want
to be able to do the best I can. Firing with
a hangover is very hard at the best of times.
Nathan, Creed and I got together at the bar,
which is where we got the rum. My memory is a
bit hazy, but I think we ended up comparing
abs.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Mar 2, 2012 22:30:29 GMT -5
Stardate 88755.9
Well, that was just one cascade of embarrassing fail after fail. Leave it to Diamond to cause so much trouble during what was supposed to be a period of relaxation. For someone who is supposed to be a fully grown member of her species, she sure does act like a child sometimes. Maybe all that alcohol has damaged her brain cells or something. I don't know.
And of course, I had to cover for her. Next time I think I'll just let Malitzka deal with her. Not that Malitkza would understand why I did it, of course. Normally, I'd be mad at her, but I just feel kind of sorry for her. She wouldn't be able to understand why I did it. I don't think she gets that when you're friends with someone, sometimes you cover for them. Friends don't betray friends.
I don't know if she's ever had any friends. If Diamond didn't wander over to keep her company, she'd just sit by herself in the corner of the bar and do who knows what. Memorize more regulations, probably. Honestly, I should try to be more friendly to her, but she's just so... frustrating. Not to mention trying to talk to her is like holding a conversation with a computer. One that spits regulations every five seconds.
No one's marched into my room to throw me in the locker, so I guess the Captain must've sorted it all out. When I left, Malitzka looked ready to grab us both and throw us in the brig herself. I'll probably get yelled at tomorrow, though.
I really wish I had grabbed some of that romulan ale before I left. I could really use some right now. I'll yell at Diamond in the morning. Computer, end log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Mar 16, 2012 21:32:10 GMT -5
88730.64 So much for relaxation on shore leave. It had been going just fine, until Malitzka showed up, which seems to be happening a lot. I had headed down to the bar on Bajor in search of the kind company of alcohol. In the bar I discovered one of my fellow crew mates, one Yina Krin, an engineer and friend of Diamond.
We had a few drinks together. She had a noble goal of getting as drunk as possible and I tried to help her out, but she had to get going before we could really get smashed. Friendly person, but I never see her around the ship much.
And then Diamond showed up, and we talked for a while. My memory is a bit fuzzy but she decided to wander off outside for some reason, and I, lacking company, followed. And it was there I came across the Lieutenant.
It started off friendly enough, and she came inside despite her dislike of alcohol, and we got to talking. Apparently she played hockey, and I suggested that maybe we could play together some time. Everything was going good until Diamond started messing around. She kicked me a couple of times, not that she could possible hurt me. Feet like a little kid, and all that. Malitzka of course starts spouting off about the regulations. It went downhill from there.
Suffice to say we got in an argument and ended up comparing how she wanted us to be nice and orderly to being Borg. And, understandably she got mad at me and stormed off. It just slipped out, I had been drinking a bit and was a little angry and couldn't help. It came out before I could stop it.
She got back to the ship and locked herself inside her room before I could apologize...
Aidan pauses and sighs here, pacing back and forth for half a minute before continuing
I wouldn't be surprised if she never wanted to talk to me again. I wouldn't really want to if I were in her shoes. Nevertheless, I'm going to apologize to her, even if I get pushed out of the airlock in the process.
Aidan sighs again and pauses
I really am an asshole some times...
Computer, end the bloody log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Mar 19, 2012 22:52:40 GMT -5
Stardate: 88736.47
Aidan walks into his quarters whistling some tune that likely only exists in his head. "Computer, begin personal log."
Today went all well, for once. No Borg, no weird spatial anomalies, just some con-man and small time thief in a stolen ship. I didn't even have to fire my weapon - just look menacing. I like to think I'm good at that.
When the captain ordered me to help Malitzka with the interrogation I was a bit nervous at first, but she was very professional. Another person might have been a lot less reserved. Afterwards I apologized before. It went a bit badly at the beginning, apologies not exactly being my thing, but it turned out all right in the end.
I can't say we're friends now, but we're working to the goal. And she invited me to come see her hockey program. I didn't mention to her that I haven't played it for years, not since my second year at the academy. I better start reading up on it. I don't want to look like a total fool.
Now, where did I put that PADD...
Computer, end log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Mar 27, 2012 21:51:53 GMT -5
Aidan wandered into his quarter, a bit unsteadily, clutching the bottle of alcohol in his hand. Sitting heavily in a chair he pulled up his personal computer and began his log...
Man, what a day this turned out to be. I thought it was going to go so well too. I was a bit apprehensive when the commander assigned Malitzka to my shuttle, but I figured I could try to work on being friends with her. She didn't spout one regulation, and the closest she got to telling me off was suggesting I remove my drink from the console, which was a perfectly valid suggestions. So that worked out ok, I guess.
The first part of the exercise worked out fine too. Got to patrol around some asteroids and make sure no baddies popped out at the other shuttles. I'm honestly still not sure what they were doing, but I guess it couldn't have been too important because we were redirected to go check out an injured freighter.
When it didn't answer our hails we got closer and that's when everything went bad for me. It started firing, and I tried to pull an evasive maneuver - and blew up the engine. I still can't figure out why that flow regulator failed. I did three pre-flight checks on it. The shuttle started filling with toxic gas, but that's ok because I got to put on my new EVA suit. Not very comfy, but it looks cool. We got beamed aboard shuttle one, so no one got hurt. When we got to base I got yelled at by the commander, who seemed to-
Aidan was cut off by a beep on his computer. Frowning he pulled up an automated message:
"The cost of one (1) Valkyrie shuttle has been deducted from..." JOHN! You sunuva-
Aidan's string of enraged expletives were cut off as he slammed his fist down on the computer.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Mar 29, 2012 22:47:43 GMT -5
Stardate... whatever the hell it is. I can never remember the exact string of numbers. 8000 something. Went to Vorath's class, and got slapped twice. I was on the verge of punching him then and there, but I didn't want to get kicked out on my first day, so I restrained myself. I wonder if he would have minded? He is a Klingon after all, but he's also my superior officer, first and foremost.
Went Targ hunting, got chased across the holodeck, managed to kill one half an hour after everyone else and then threw up while trying to eat the stupid heart. Made a complete fool in front of Vorath, Malitzka, and Erys.
Everything has been going so poorly this week and I don't know what's wrong with me. It never used to be like this. I'm so full of pity for myself, it's disgusting.
Also, apparently Hicks sent that message. I was going to shove him out the airlock, but Malitzka wouldn't let me.
Computer, end log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Apr 2, 2012 5:56:12 GMT -5
Stardate: 88348.69
Went "clubbing" with Werner before my shift. He was paying for the whole thing, so I spent as much as I could. Had a fling with one of the Orion bartenders while I was there. It was only satisfying for a little while, but I felt worse later. I don't know why I'm feeling like this. A few months ago and there would have been a tune on my lips and a spring in my steps.
In more boring, ship related matters, got put on an investigation of the freighter that tried to blow up DS9. Data analysis gave no leads at all, so right now we're patrolling somewhere between DS9 and Cardassia. I hope I didn't irritate Malitzka while trying to analyze the data. I wasn't trying to sound overly argumentative, but it kind of came out that way. She probably thinks I'm trying to overstep her duty.
Afterwards went to the bar, and talked a little with Diamond. She was feeling kind of low and was talking about breaking up with T'Ruri. It's been looking pretty one sided the entire time, and it looks like Diamond agreed. So we talked a little and she ended up getting drunk and kissing me. She wanted to come by my quarters , and as much as I wanted to say yes, I didn't. I suggested that she talk with T'Ruri first, though in reality I didn't want to take advantage of her while she was drunk and emotionally distraught. I would never want to ruin our friendship because she did something she'd regret later. I wonder if she meant anything she said? I guess we'll find out tomorrow when my shift intersects with hers. Life is taking a turn for the interesting, I guess.
Computer, end log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Apr 9, 2012 12:48:57 GMT -5
Stardate <Willaddlater>
"Computer... begin log."
I don't think I've been this mad at so many people in a very long time, not since the incident with that targ and those four tribbles back at the academy. When I came to this ship, a Galaxy class starship, I had expected a professional atmosphere, not a pack of fools brawling like cadets.
I'm pissed off at all of them - Diamond, Talia, Malitzka, and especially that jackass John for doing this to my Diamond. And I'm mad at myself. I saw what was happening, and I could have talked to the Captain, put a stop to it, but I didn't. What's happened here was just as much my responsibility as the commander or Diamond. But I can never admit that in front of my friends, or my e superiors. My guilt is mine alone.
Everything has gone to hell since that wave. And when things were just looking up, something like this had to go and happen. I should have stayed on the Stalwart. None of this would have ever have happened.
...end log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Apr 17, 2012 18:49:32 GMT -5
Stardate: 88795.72
Computer, being log.
I can't say I didn't enjoy that away mission. I admit, it could have gone better, and that I didn't do my best as a team leader, but like the Captain said, everyone got out safely and we even have a very good guess as to what happened to those teams. Diamond enjoyed it to, though I don't say I can say the same thing about the rest of the team. T'Ruri whined about the interior, Doc kept knocking stuff over, and Misaki... didn't say anything, but she's kind of wierd like that. She doesn't seem like the kind of person that would appreciate the excitement of the chase though, the thrill of narrowly avoiding death as thousands of Proto-Malitzkas swarm you, being beamed out just in the nick of time... Good stuff, good stuff.
As fun as blowing up ships in orbit is, I admit that it can't quite compare to the excitement of beaming down into the unknown, with nothing more then your trusty rifle, your ingenuity, and sheer stubborness to get the mission done. I haven't mentioned it to the Captain, but I do kind of miss the days when I'd accompany teams to the surface as a security officer. She'd probably think I was complaining. Sure was nice of her to let me lead the team, I thought for sure she'd send down the commander. Not that he's a very good shot... Aidan smirks and then continues. He couldn't even hit Diamond in the center of mass from five feet away.
Diamond... what a girl. Every time she does something to make me mad, or I intend to give her a bit of a talking to, she just looks at me with those big doe eyes of hers, and I melt. Like when down on that facility, when I told her to get to beam out zone with the others, she stayed behind and covered me while I got up those stairs. Completely flagrant disobediance of orders, but she saved my ass too. Probably wouldn't have made it out of there if it hadn't been for her, not that I'm ever going to admit it. Maybe I am too easy, but I don't mind. Whatever makes my D happy. I think I'll set up a candlelit dinner. She ought to like that.
Anyhow, speaking of that facility, I should finish writing that report, or the Captain is going to be on my ass about it. Computer, end log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Apr 29, 2012 17:23:32 GMT -5
Stardate: 88836.31
Aidan leans back onto his couch, looking critically at a small model ship held in his hands. "Computer, begin log."
We finally arrived at K-7 last night. The Captain was nice enough to let most of us go on leave. Dee and I headed down to the bar to talk, and in my case, drink as much as possible without getting drunk. We talked for a while, and T'Ruri came up in the conversation. Diamond excused herself and ran off. Turns out she had gone off to cry over T'Ruri. I finally got her to go talk to T'Ruri, and they apparently settled it. Took her all of five minutes, which really doesn't seem enough considering how much she keeps sighing and moping about it.
A small snapping noise comes from the model and Aidan looks down at it in dismay.
And there goes the nacelle. Again. I don't know why I bother to try and put these things together. But I digress...
Diamond invited Nathan to come over and sit with us, and the topic turned to Malitzka. Like I thought, Nathan's heart goes pitter-patter whenever he sees her. Just as we were talking about her, Malitzka came in. I don't know what she was doing with the Captain, but she got promoted from Acting Chief of Security to full-on Chief Of Security. Where's my promotion, is what I want to know. I've been faithfully blowing things up for the Cap'n for months. Anyhow, Malitzka must have been in a really good mood over that promotion because she actually was social and made jokes! I'd have never believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
Nate finally summoned the courage to ask Malitzka out to dinner. He got turned down of course, probably because he never trims his beard. He smirked about it and was a good sport, though.
Anyhow, that's enough for today. My shift starts in a few minutes, and if I don't get down to the Torpedo Bay, Alpha shift will break something again.
Computer, end log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on May 20, 2012 13:19:53 GMT -5
Stardate <Whocanrememberthedamnthingsanyways>
I feel bad for saying this, but that operation was the most fun I've had in a long time. A lot of good people died down there, including very nearly one of my own. Damn fool of an ensign nearly got himself torn to pieces. Reminds me a lot of myself actually, though of course I was far too good to ever get in a situation like that. Even a horde of Borg couldn't bring me down; they had to collapse the ceiling on me just to knock me out.
Speaking of which, they want to give me a Purple Heart or something, which is ridiculous. It was a rock that took me out, not some damn Borg. And that teeny little cut didn't count either, it was barely half an inch deep. I'll send a message to the Captain after my shift and refuse it.
Speaking of getting whacked in the head... I finally convinced the Doc to let me out. I think she was a bit mad about Diamond coming in and snuggling during the night. Fortunately I had convinced Dee to keep her clothes one. But fortunately she's a kindhearted doctor and after what was probably about half a million tests she finally kicked me out. Gave me a fresh muffin too, which is nice because those replicator muffins taste like cardboard.
I've got an hour before my shift starts, but I had better go... Malitzka thought it would be funny to give me every single unfinished tactical report ever. I'm down to number 8653. I think this must be why Tiberius left...
End log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Jun 3, 2012 13:39:24 GMT -5
Stardate: Breakfast time
Aidan sat down on the side of the bed, pulling on the first of his boots. He glanced over at Diamond's still slumbering form and ran his finger gently down the side of her curved ear, smiling as she grumbled something in her sleep and pulled a pillow over her head. Quietly, so as not to wake Diamond, he began his log.
It's so nice not having to worry about John. I'm glad the Captain finally kicked him out and made him go back to his own room. It was such a pain waking up two hours before shift and sneaking out so he didn't notice. Of course, now I can't stop waking up that early. It's for the best, I suppose, since Diamond can be very distracting when she's fully awake. I'd probably end up late for my shift. And I swear, if I get any leers or winks from the tactical teams, especially the Chief, they'll be on torpedo tube cleaning duty for the next week.
He became serious, clearly thinking about last night.
We were hit hard last night. I lost eight good crewmen last night. Six killed in action, and two more died of their wounds. This whole operation was a mess. We were supposed to go in, kick Klingon ass, and come back safe and sound. Instead Borg, out of who knows where, show up and attack us. At least we beat them back, but I wish it had never happened. We've lost ninety percent of our security, and countless other officers. We'll be out of action for weeks.
The Captain saw us through it alright. I feel bad for what I said about her taking away our booze. She's a good captain, and cares about her crew. Sometimes it feels like we're unbeatable with her leading us. Unlikely the XO of hers. I swear, he goes out of his way to be as humorless and sour as possible. No wonder he never comes by the lounge, he'd probably have to sit in a corner all by himself while everyone avoided him.
Speaking of humorless, I don't know what happened to Malitzka. I get hit in the head by a torpedo casing and spend two nights in Sickbay, and when I get back it's almost like she's... human. I hear they found her old ship, but I didn't think it'd have that big of an effect on her. Mind you, I'm not complaining. This ship has enough tightasses as it is. I think we should get her drunk some time. Maybe she'll be more open this time around. It's worth a thought or two.
He heard Diamond stirring behind him.
I better get going before she wakes up. Computer, end log.
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Post by Lt Aidan Conroy on Jul 13, 2012 14:08:04 GMT -5
The following is written on a scrap of dirty paper:
This is the most boring prison I've ever been to. Apparently this goop they've been serving to me is not, as I had suspected, an advanced form of torture utilizing extreme boredom, but in fact dinner. And what's worse, someone has nicked my spoon, and I just spent all that time sharpening it. You'd think they would treat someone who hasn't actually been convicted of anything yet a little better then a common criminal. This sucks. I miss Diamond, the Adagio, and I'm running out of pa
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