Post by Lt Cmdr Tiberius Asada on Apr 7, 2012 20:29:26 GMT -5
Personal Log: Tiberius Asada
Stardate: 88843.21
About a year ago, I stopped making entries in my personal log. That was around the time we switched over to the Adagio-A. I still have my old log, and I just finished going through the entries.
All I can say is, things sure have changed since I was given my first posting aboard a starship. She was the USS Adagio, an Excelsior class ship. Before that, I was the Designated Marksman in Security Team Alpha on Starbase 39. The only time I saw the inside of a starship was when I helped out on a routine security sweep.
Anyway, when I first set foot on the Adagio, I was an Ensign who wasn't used to the naval atmosphere of a real starship. My position was Junior Security Officer, underneath Lieutenant Shalabi. Above him was an Andorian named Kelev. We made one hell of a team.
The next year I spent aboard the Adagio was like a blur. Eventually Shalabi became Chief Tactical Officer, and I became Chief Security Officer. When Shalabi transferred off the Adagio, I took his position. But between my first moment on board the ship up until the day the ship was damaged beyond repair, we had so many adventures.
I can't even count how many unusual things happened. The True Way tried to pull a terrorist attack on a diplomat while on my shift. I remember storming the bridge of a Bird of Prey and smacking the Orion captain across the face with the butt of my rifle. I remember forming Task Force Delta, a special operations squad that eventually went on a daring mission to steal a Klingon cloaking device. One time, Scott, John and myself infiltrated a Klingon ship to free captured Federation colonists. That was one wild ride.
*Tiberius looks down at the Palm Leaf of Axanar on his desk, which he received for his participation in that mission*
Someone once told me that we don't remember days, we remember moments. So that's why I'm reopening my personal log, now that I'm on board the USS Sentinel. There are new frontiers and new battles to be fought. There are so many worlds, so much to do, and so little done.
End Log
Stardate: 88843.21
About a year ago, I stopped making entries in my personal log. That was around the time we switched over to the Adagio-A. I still have my old log, and I just finished going through the entries.
All I can say is, things sure have changed since I was given my first posting aboard a starship. She was the USS Adagio, an Excelsior class ship. Before that, I was the Designated Marksman in Security Team Alpha on Starbase 39. The only time I saw the inside of a starship was when I helped out on a routine security sweep.
Anyway, when I first set foot on the Adagio, I was an Ensign who wasn't used to the naval atmosphere of a real starship. My position was Junior Security Officer, underneath Lieutenant Shalabi. Above him was an Andorian named Kelev. We made one hell of a team.
The next year I spent aboard the Adagio was like a blur. Eventually Shalabi became Chief Tactical Officer, and I became Chief Security Officer. When Shalabi transferred off the Adagio, I took his position. But between my first moment on board the ship up until the day the ship was damaged beyond repair, we had so many adventures.
I can't even count how many unusual things happened. The True Way tried to pull a terrorist attack on a diplomat while on my shift. I remember storming the bridge of a Bird of Prey and smacking the Orion captain across the face with the butt of my rifle. I remember forming Task Force Delta, a special operations squad that eventually went on a daring mission to steal a Klingon cloaking device. One time, Scott, John and myself infiltrated a Klingon ship to free captured Federation colonists. That was one wild ride.
*Tiberius looks down at the Palm Leaf of Axanar on his desk, which he received for his participation in that mission*
Someone once told me that we don't remember days, we remember moments. So that's why I'm reopening my personal log, now that I'm on board the USS Sentinel. There are new frontiers and new battles to be fought. There are so many worlds, so much to do, and so little done.
End Log