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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Aug 5, 2013 21:46:16 GMT -5
Personal log, Stardate 91200.60.
My introduction to the ship has been...eventful. To deny that I wasn't nervous on my first Alpha shift would be foolish. I even forgot where to sit on the bridge...I've ran holodeck simulations of a Defiant class bridge many times. I looked like a damned fool, as green as the grass back on Earth. I came to this ship to get an opportunity to show what I can do on a bridge in high pressure situations, and it didn't get off to a good start.
Once I sat down, however, things seemed to fall into place. It helped that the mission got underway shortly after. We were pursuing a Romulan who had reportedly kidnapped a Starfleet officer. Seemed simple enough, and when we tracked their ship to a penal colony, I assumed the worst. I was wrong.
The Ensign had gone willingly with the Romulan, and this was no ordinary penal colony. From what I was able to gather, it was a community of survivors of the Khitomer Massacre. These Klingons and Romulans were left for dead by their people...and now it appears someone has attempted to finish the job. They are suffering from some sort of biological attack that has infected the colony. We're doing what we can for them, but I fear we are too late to this atrocity. If we can't save them, I hope at least we can bring in whoever is responsible for this and make them face justice.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Aug 12, 2013 21:06:13 GMT -5
Personal log, Stardate 91219.36.
Where to begin.
Jonathan steps back from the console for a brief second, trying to gather his thoughts.
It started off as a normal enough shift. Standard orbit around the planet as those down below worked furiously to try to find a cure for whatever has stricken these prisoners. Thanks to some telepathic assistance, we managed to detect a cloaked Tal Shiar station, and fool them into dumping all of their work into our system, including an antiviral. Mission accomplished, right?
Then the Admiral showed up. From the first time I heard his voice that day I knew he was bringing some sort of trouble with him. He was more concerned with the two "fugitives" we were supposed to be tracking down than the dying people on the planet. To be fair, one of them was his daughter. They surrendered to arrest willingly and we beamed them into our brig. Commander Erys objected to the arrest, and I don't blame her. In my eyes, they did nothing wrong. But this was a direct order from a superior officer...right and wrong can be debated later, on a Federation world or starbase in the court of law. We all assumed that all of our officers would respect this.
We beamed aboard the away team and prepared to beam over the pair. Seemed simple enough, until Erys decided to embarrass us by attempting to lock us out of transporter controls. She screwed the system so badly I had to take the Orion out for a manual transport to the Kingsley! I think she gave up by that point, but in my opinion the damage was done. Erys' actions reflected poorly on the captain and the crew of our ship. I don't know where we go from here, but...I have a feeling it won't be pretty.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Aug 10, 2014 23:58:54 GMT -5
A bloodied, bruised, and battered Jonathan Cameron appears on the screen. The adrenaline that fueled his early burst of energy is wearing off, replaced by the pain of his own injuries.
I don't know why I'm wasting my time doing this. Probably because I need someone to vent to other than Nassan. I don't want to drive her insane.
This is, by far, the worst, the most dire situation I have ever experienced as a Starfleet officer. To say things look grim would be an understatement. Without proper treatment, many people I consider friends, and some...more than that will die without proper medical treatment.
Jon pauses for a moment, trying to regain his composure as he thinks about Alice's situation.
We don't know where the Endeavour is. A probe managed to inform us that all that's in range is the wreckage of one of the unidentified ships we engaged. We have no way of calling for help at this time.
Jon stares blankly at the screen, the reality of the situation sinking in as he speaks it. He shakes it off and snap back into his message.
If this log turns out to be the last that Starfleet hears of me...I want to say a couple things. Firstly...It is has been an honor to serve with these people I now consider my extended family. I feel we have achieved great things in our time together, and it would be a shame if this was the end of the Sentinel.
To my mother and father...
Jon begins to well up, unable to contain his emotions. The day has been a massive drain on all fronts.
I don't even know if you're alive. We received the distress call about Earth, but we were a week out at maximum warp. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you, but I hope Starfleet fended off the invaders. Don't worry about me...I've been living my dream from the moment I left the Academy. This is what I signed up for, I knew the risks. I just hope...I hope I made you proud.
Jon runs his hands up and down his face, trying to regain himself.
To Lieutenant Jenna Vehr...
I'm sorry for the way things turned out. I hope you have a fantastic Starfleet career, and accomplish everything you want to. You're stubborn enough that I know you won't ever give up trying. Oh, and I hope you meet another cute pinkskin. There's a lot of them in the galaxy, you know. Don't mourn me too much, I was living the dream just like you.
Jon sits down, his energy reserves completely sapped for the day. He leans against what's left of the bridge chair and sighs.
I read in an Earth history book that a man once said, "The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." This is our greatest challenge. May we rise to the occasion, find help, and save everyone.
Sounds like a plan right?
Jon looks up, as if he's asking a higher power a question.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Aug 26, 2014 21:38:32 GMT -5
Jon is sitting in a chair in front of the PADD he is using to record. In the background is the Starbase sickbay's version of the ICU.
Personal log.
It's been a whirlwind since I last recorded. We had no power, bridge officers were scattered across the bridge dying...things were not good.
Somehow...we managed to get main power back online and get everyone treatment. The EMH may not have a great bedside manner, but they were quite effective in organizing the chaos.
Jon looks briefly into the window, and then returns to the PADD.
You're probably curious about the setting for this log. Behind that window, sleeping, is Lieutenant Alice Walker. She was critically injured after the battle. And so here I am, outside her window, waiting for her to wake up.
Jon rubs his eyes, the caffeine beginning to lose its fight with his fatigue.
I don't think I'll be awake when that happens, though. This will be my quarters for the night, just in case. I've got the computer programmed to alert me if there's any radical changes to her vital signs.
Jon eyes the window again, then returns to the log.
Anyways, once we got main power online, we went after the people responsible for the attack. We had no information on their species or faction, and I wanted answers. They weren't interested in talking...their commander told me he was going to fight to the end. That decision cost his crew their lives.
And then we get back from that hell, and I get whisked into a meeting with all the captains of the fleet since Joy was incapacitated. It seemed to be going well enough, if not a bit dry if I'm honest. And then they got to the part where they wanted to hear a format report on the Sentinel's mission.
Jon lets out a deep sigh of frustration.
It felt like it was a disaster. It was fine when I was retelling my version of the events...Joy had shown up right as I was about to deliver it, and she listened in and provided input where she could. It was a lot to remember on the spot and process.
And when I finished...I got the bloody Spanish Inquisition treatment from an Admiral. I realize I was not a perfect commanding officer. I even admitted I made mistakes while retelling the report. But they open up with semantics about how far away we were from the colony? How is that relevant? Not like such data wasn't available in our logs.
Then they went after the decision to go after the attackers instead of running away and licking our wounds. After we got main power back online, we managed to get our systems fully operational. We were armed and ready, and I wanted to know why these people did what they did. If we had retreated and waited for support, those ships might have left the sector. Should I have left a probe behind with our logs? Probably, but what would have done for the morale of a crew that had already taken heavy losses? "Oh, be sure to write your last messages to your loved ones in case we get blown up again." We were ready and had the tactical advantage. The command ship never knew what hit them.
Then they went after Joy. Hard. Questioning the plan that Commander Vorath laid out to try and snag one of the enemy ships and trap them in the firing line of the Endeavour. The theory around the plan was sound, they were purposely avoiding the Endeavour's firing arc. I know everyone has said it wasn't my fault...
Jon gets very quiet.
But if I had swung that arc, Joy would have been a hero, and Vorath would have a maneuver named after him. That's how fine the line is between victory and defeat in this profession.
Now I am left to award medals and honors to those left, and attend funerals for those didn't make it. One of the Admirals during the meeting mentioned command school. I don't know where these events will lead me...but I will never, ever forget the names and faces of those who didn't come back from it. That is how I honor them.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Apr 28, 2015 18:24:59 GMT -5
Jon is sitting in front of a PADD in his quarters.
Personal log.
There are certain things in your life that are impossible to forget. Most of these are accomplishments, achievements in our lives that we're proud of.
Jon slowly shakes his head.
There is nothing of the sort today. Starbase 234 lies in ruins; many of the ships docked there have been lost with all hands. The dead float in space, waiting for someone to give them a proper burial.
We were attacked by as of now an unknown force that were using Iconian technology. They came out of nowhere...I was fortunate to get out onto the Sentinel within the first few minutes of the attack. I took command and we beamed aboard our officers and as many others as we could. And then...
The upper cylinder of the starbase imploded.
Jon closes his eyes, unable to continue for a moment.
I can see their faces, the people I met on the starbase, when I close my eyes. This wasn't an act of war, it was an act of savagery. Whoever did this had no regard for anything but total annihilation of the starbase and all ships docked to it. Federation, Klingon, Romulan, it didn't matter to them. We were the enemy, and they were going to wipe us off the face of the galaxy.
Jon pauses for a moment to collect himself.
There was an infamous surprise attack on Earth many centuries ago, on one of the islands west of the North American continent. Many ships were lost, and thousands were killed. Known as Pearl Harbor, it is significant because it incited my people to join sides in a world war. This assault on our combined forces will be no different. Whoever they are, these aggressors do not understand the nature of the people they just provoked into war.
Jon stares daggers into the camera, anger and rage boiling inside.
I'm certain they will by the time it's over.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on May 11, 2015 19:41:19 GMT -5
Jon is lying in his bed. The state of his hair indicates that he has just woken up. He has a rather extended yawn before he begins the log.
Personal log.
I don't even know where to begin, or what is safe to discuss here. Which reminds me, computer, pause log.
Jon instructs his PADD and personal terminal and all of its contents to be locked to his voice authorization with a specific code.
Resume log.
When I first entered the Academy, I made it a habit of shaking every officer's hand that I met. I considered it a sign of respect, that I realized that I would one day be serving with these people. In my time in Starfleet, I have always given a fellow officer the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise. In a sense, we are all on the same team here.
However...based on what I've learned in the past 24 hours, I am going to have to start rethinking that strategy.
I took temporary command of the Sentinel a few weeks ago, and was instructed by Starfleet Command to transfer a group of refugees to the USS Anubis. I complied to these orders without question, with the exception of allowing Lieutenant Brand to take a security team over to handle the transfer. Except, the Anubis crew never allowed that team anywhere near those refugees.
Today I understand why. If our team had seen what they were planning for those people...there would have an open insurrection against that ship, and I would have led the way. I have seen what Starfleet has been up to behind closed doors, this "Project Salvation"...it has shaken my belief in...well, everything. Not even the tales of Section 31 can compare to what is going on here. I was told that these refugees managed to escape this torture, only to likely end up at Starbase 234.
Jon sighs.
If so, at least they had a quick death. Better than what awaited them in a human laboratory! I cannot allow this continue; by any means necessary, I WILL NOT allow this to continue. Starfleet be damned, this is not what I signed up for. I realize these people will stop at nothing to silence those who go against them, to that I say, bring it on.
Jon gets up off the bed, a burst of energy.
They tried to trick me yesterday. They edited a security log to make it look like Lieutenant Brand was...no, I'm not going to disclose that. All you need to know is they tried to frame him, make it look like he was doing something wrong. Luckily, Alice, the love of my life and a brilliant officer, saw right through their deception before I took any action on it. I confronted Brand about this...he didn't seem surprised. He even apologized for...never mind.
Jon looks shaken when discussing the incident, and immediately changes the subject.
This isn't even the tip of the problems on the ship, though. It appears that we are under a telepathic influence, believed to be Commander Asada, which is really messing with peoples' emotional state. Alice and the captain got into it on the bridge and it got so heated that I was afraid they would come to blows. I...I had a vision, it was so strange...Tibs and Joy were standing at the gates of what looked like the Klingon afterlife, Sto'Vo'Kor. They were welcoming someone into Sto'Vo'Kor but I didn't recognize them. Whatever this is, I think it's affecting the entire crew, maybe more than some of them would rather admit.
I also had a strange conversation with the Captain. I won't go into the personal details here out of respect for her privacy, but I feel like I'm being dragged into a personal hell, a Kobayashi Maru I cannot win...Alice and the captain are at each others' necks and I have to play peacekeeper, which means someone's gonna get angry with me.
Jon sits on the edge of the bed, a resigned sigh escapes from his lips.
I look back on my previous log entries with amusement, especially my first mission with the Sentinel. How Erys was so convinced that what she was doing was right and what Starfleet was doing was wrong. At the time, I thought she was out of her mind. She certainly wasn't shy about her intentions or her actions. But with the eyes of an officer now, who's been through what we've been through...I dunno. Maybe she was right, and I was wrong.
Maybe Starfleet isn't what I thought it was.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Jul 13, 2015 12:02:33 GMT -5
Jon is sitting in front of his console in his quarters on the Sentinel. His eyes are slightly bloodshot, and his hair is ruffled. It is clear he hasn't gotten much sleep.
Personal log. Stardate...who the hell knows.
Jon yawns loudly, and stretches a bit on the stool.
Computer, encrypt this log entry. Only reproduce for authorization Cameron Alpha 137 Omega.
Jon waits a moment for the computer to comply, and resumes the log.
I probably look like hell, don't I? Haven't gotten much sleep, god knows what time it is. This wasn't my idea of a relaxing shore leave.
Jon pauses and considers for a moment what exactly he can say in a recorded log, encryption or not.
I'm not going to go into specifics in this log because I don't know if I can trust Starfleet anymore. If anyone from the Anubis is reading this...you can go to hell. We know about Project Salvation, and we're coming for you and everyone involved in this fucking atrocity. So get ready.
After that outburst, Jon lays his head down on the console. He is starting to give in to his natural urge to sleep.
I can't believe Doctor Spencer didn't think informing me of that was important...it was as if it was simply a part of the story, a sidenote. I had talked to her so many times about the situation, even on Risa...I dunno who to trust anymore. I guess I have to trust her because...she's Alice's only hope.
And with that last note, Jon closes his eyes and passes out, with the log incomplete.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Nov 1, 2015 21:49:10 GMT -5
OOC Note: This takes place in the middle of the 11/1 Sentinel episode.
Personal log, Stardate 93042.86
I don't have much time to make this log, but I believe it to be necessary. I am certain the captain and commander are not very happy with me right now, but quite frankly I don't care.
I don't expect Starfleet to cater to me. I always knew there was a possibility that Alice and I would end up on separate ships one day. It's happened to me before with other relationships.
However...this feels different. To do this out of the blue, and now after all that has happened...I believe this is revenge. Someone trying to give me the middle finger, to let me know who's really in charge here.
Well you know what...when I get through with you, there won't be anyone left to jerk us around anymore. If you're reading this, whoever you are...
I'm coming for you.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Dec 7, 2015 22:07:32 GMT -5
Jon is sitting in front of a PADD in a crowded cargo bay, filled with displaced Sentinel crew. There is a constant murmur in the background as various people are trying to get comfortable.
Personal log.
Jon runs a hand through his hair. The very idea of doing this pains him, but he feels it must be done.
I always knew this day could come. Somewhere in my head I denied it, telling myself that we would always get out of trouble. Because we always had, right?
The curse of the Sentinel was well known among the crew. Personally I don't believe in such things, but...here we are. We're not dead, but the Sentinel has been destroyed yet again.
Jon closes his eyes and sighs.
But who really fucking cares about a ship? I mean, sure, I felt a bit of attachment to it. It was the first ship I ever got a chance to be the Alpha watch pilot on. The Sentinel and I...we've been through a lot together. But at the end of the day, it was still a ship. It didn't have friends and family. Not like...Ronald...Monica.
Jon buries his head in his hands.
Monica, I'm so sorry...I always...I was always grateful for what you did for the ship when I took command...you were...you were a damn good officer. I always tried to tell you that, to remind you of how good you were. I felt like you needed that. I'm sorry I couldn't save you...
Jon curls himself up, trying to hide himself from anyone who happened to be looking in his direction.
I haven't been able to reach Mom or Dad on Earth. I fear the worst. Maybe I should just get used to that.
At the very least, I'll get to see Alice soon. I don't know if I could maintain my sanity otherwise.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Dec 21, 2015 22:02:48 GMT -5
Jon is sitting on a chair in his assigned quarters with a PADD in his hand. In the background a sleeping form underneath the covers of the bed is visible, with blonde hair coming from the top. Jon looks tired but for the first time in a long time, content.
Personal log.
I honestly wasn't sure if this day would come. In my last log, I noted that I doubted that my sanity would last unless I was able to meet up with Alice on the starbase. Well...
Jon turns back to look at the bed and smiles.
It wasn't easy to get to this point, you know. I arrived at the starbase with the Pilgrim only to find out Alice had been called away for an unknown reason. As you might imagine, I was distraught. Liz had promised me that I would get to see Alice when I arrived, and she was nowhere to be found. Neither was Liz, for that matter. What was I supposed to do?
Jon throws up his hands in slight frustration.
I'll tell you what I did. I started digging. I took a visit to Starbase Security only to discover that she was assigned here, but was called away for a covert operation. No one had any idea where she was, what she was doing...even if she was still alive. Fortunately for me, Captain Murai was around and helped me get a message to her. I didn't know at the time if what she did would even work. So I went to the bar...and I drank. I had more to drink than I've had since the Academy.
Jon chuckles.
I am not a functional drunk. Most of the night is blur...except for the fact that I fell down the ramp. I remember that part, because it fucking hurt. Fortunately for me, two of my fellow officers came to drag me back to the bar. Lieutenant C'son and...an Orion girl I hadn't even met before. I can't even remember her name...Jon briefly lowers his voice to a whisper. She was cute.
Anyways, apparently they flagged down some medical personnel and gave me something for the effects of the alcohol. All I know is that I sobered up pretty quickly. Around that time Billie came back to the bar...she looked about as worse as I felt. And then...then my combadge went off.
Jon's eyes light up.
It was Alice. I should have never doubted Erys...no matter how long it's been, she's still family to me. I could barely speak...Alice told me she was headed back to the starbase and suddenly my entire outlook at that moment changed radically. I had something to look forward to; I was going to see her. After we ended the subspace link, Morgan started to play 20 questions with how I managed to get ahold of Alice. He was pissed, and I wasn't about to take shit from him when he would have done everything I did and more for Billie. It was then I learned that one of the rogue Salvation operatives, named Gemini, had made an attempt on Billie's life. Curiously, she was still alive, which meant we believed she wasn't the real target. That the real target could be...headed this way. We all agreed to try and hunt down this Gemini creature, what it is, and kill it.
I spent all this past week preparing for yesterday. I bet security got sick of seeing me sign into the shooting range. Jon chuckles to himself. Ever tha training session with Decia, I've been trying to focus more on my combat abilities. I don't ever want to repeat what happened on the Sentinel.
Jon yawns and stretches a bit.
I went to meet Captain Murai to let her in on what we were doing. She was interested, and got to work using Motoko to try and and help us. That...artificial intelligence, hologram, whatever you wanna call it...It's always made me uneasy, ever since it tried to fool me into thinking it was Erys on a starbase. Erys described her as a "digital clone"...I'll have to get her to tell me that story sometime. I went with Erys to go meet with Decia and Shantal to discuss our next move. We walked down to Billie's quarters and took a look around. I didn't find anything...except a paper origami of a...blue...bird.
Jon clenches his fist.
We played right in their fucking hands. Erys and I went down to the science lab only to find Billie with Commander Asada...she turned him into some sort of freak of nature! I'm SURE it was something she learned from the Administrator...how could she possibly think this was a good idea? We can't stoop to their methods; we have to be BETTER than them!
Jon slams his fist on the desk in front of him in frustration. He looks back at Alice's sleeping form, embarrassed and praying she hadn't heard anything.
I've never met a member of the "Q Continuum", but from what I learned of their race, Commander Asada's abilities weren't that far off. He was talking like he was about to lose his mind with power...I went for my weapon and before I knew it, I was flung against the bulkhead. I think I broke a few ribs and my back felt like it was going to break. Lieutenant C'son was again there to help me...I really should do something nice for her for Christmas. Commander Asada walked over and...healed me. He healed me with the touch of his hand. No one man should have all that power.
I tried to reason with him, to make him see what he was coming. His absolute power would corrupt him; I was certain of it. Eventually I got a hold of Commander Arnimane and she arrived to try to defuse the situation along with Ensign Adryan. Commander Asada was having none of it...so I stunned him. I don't regret it for a moment. I think, given the situation reversed, he would have done the same thing to me. And the moment after I stunned him...Adryan cocked me right in the jaw. That fucker!
Jon slams his fist down again in anger, then gingerly holds his jaw.
He arrived late with Shantal...he didn't understand what was going on, what Commander Asada was capable of. If Shantal wasn't there I would have fought back. I told him as much later. He shrugged it off as me "acting out of fear", but it was his ignorance that really caused that incident.
Lieutenant Commander Parker showed up to collect Commander Asada...I don't think Captain Murai liked the sound of that. They were all arguing...I needed to get out of the room, so I excused myself to sickbay. Apparently while we were caught up with Commander Asada, Shantal and Decia and a few others got caught up with another rogue Salvation agent...Scorpio. He gave Decia a hell of a beating...she was still in surgery when I lasted checked. I worry about her, but I'll address that later. Scorpio was apparently using Denise against Shantal somehow...the doctors said she had a mild stroke.
Jon gulps loudly.
I went to check on Denise...she really is a bundle of energy, even after something like that. I told her what happened...I don't think Shantal likes how open I am sometimes, especially to her. She got really angry at me when I suggested that I wasn't willing to forgive Billie AGAIN...I know she's been through a lot, and that Billie is her friend. She was my friend too. There comes a time when you have to put your foot down and say enough's enough. I may work with her again, but I don't know if I can ever really trust her again. Fool me once...
It was around that time when Ensign Adryan let us know that the Necessity was arriving. I could hardly believe it...after all that happened, there was some part of me that believed I'd never see her again, that there'd always be a reason or another for her absence. Jon chuckles. I went to wait for her at the docking area and somehow, she sneaked up on me.
Jon's eyes begin to well as he smiles.
I've never been so happy in my life. I just about threw her in the air...
Jon looks back at Alice.
She's back. There are so many things...so many experiences, so much she's missed. Something tells me we'll have a lot of time together to catch up...
Jon has a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
She got to talk to Shantal and Denise over the comm. She sounded so happy...I felt this was the moment. This was it, that if I waited any longer, any precious seconds, I might miss it. I might lose her. I told her I had a present for her and took her back to my quarters. I thought wrapping the box with wrapping paper was a nice twist for this time of year that she'd appreciate. She certainly dug into it quick enough...and there was my ring.
Jon begins to cry as he has a big smile on his face.
I asked that woman to marry me, and she said yes. I don't think life gets better than that moment. I so badly wanted to speak to her father beforehand...but I don't think that's possible, and I simply can't wait anymore.
Speaking of parents...I haven't been able to reach Mom or Dad since the attack. From what I hear on Earth it's a clusterfuck down there and they don't know how many are dead or injured yet. If I know my father, he's had a plan for a long time for something like this. I bet they're held up somewhere, waiting for the all clear...or at least that's what I keep telling myself. I'm going to try to reach them again after I finish this. Jon's voice cracks. I just want to tell my mom that I finally decided to marry that girl...
Jon wipes his face with his shirt and sighs.
Computer...
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Feb 2, 2016 1:46:46 GMT -5
Jon is sitting in his quarters on the Tigershark. The log's normal crystal clear picture is replaced by something more fuzzy. The room looks like a mess, and the door is half open. Jon has a blank look on his face, as if he is somewhat broken.
Personal log.
Where we do we go from here? I can't possibly put into words what has happened to me. It is...it is by far, the greatest violation I have ever experienced.
Jon runs his hands up and down his face.
All this weeks, or...hell, who really knows actually how much time has passed? I have so many memories...so many things that don't make sense. It all boils down to one incontrovertible fact: the person who I thought was Alice Walker was actually a rogue Project Salvation agent.
Jon stands and begins to pace wildly around the room. He yells at no one in particular.
I...I PROPOSED TO THIS WOMAN! I MADE LOVE TO THIS WOMAN! I THOUGHT...I DIDN'T KNOW! HOW COULD I?
Jon takes a seat as he cools off slightly.
She...IT has my ring. I'm going to take it back. And then I'm going to watch as the life drains out of this pathetic excuse for what once was a human being. I'm going to make them all pay for this, for everything. We're going to end this...I'm going to help them, and then...
I'm going to kill the Administrator.
End the damn log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Mar 9, 2016 19:00:03 GMT -5
Jon is sitting in front of a console in his and Alice's quarters. A sleeping form is evident behind him as he speaks softly.
Personal log.
An update to this log has been long overdue. Since my last entry, the real, genuine Alice Walker has returned to me. Breaking the news to her...about what happened with that monster...was one of the most difficult things I've ever done in my life. To make matters worse, Commander Asada blurted out that what I believed was Alice had murdered me twice on the starbase. I don't know if I handled it well...because I don't know if there is a way to handle that news well. Anyway, we've been quite busy.
Jon yawns.
We successfully took down two of the Administrator's facilities...the Lighthouse and the Nursery. Commander Razzor took data from the Lighthouse and broadcast it to most of Starfleet...exposing the entire operation of Project Salvation. There are no secrets anymore.
Everything in this operation went to perfection. Which of course, meant disaster wasn't far away. We picked up Connelly from a runabout he stole from Starbase 220...which then allowed the Administrator's forces to ambush us. Before we get to warp again, a few of their agents boarded the ship.
Jon has a grave expression on his face as he runs his hands up and down his face.
I had been thrown to the deck and my right shoulder hurt like hell. I couldn't even move my right arm. So I made a decision..I drew my aidearm as Commander Razzor took my post and I attempted to defend the ship with my left arm.
At first I was sure it was the right decision. How useful is a helmsman going to be with one arm? But...in this case...I think I was wrong. And...Liz is laying in sickbay in a coma because it. I've somehow got to find a way to live with that mistake.
Liz was able to guide the ship, but she took several shots to the back. When I checked her pulse after she went down, there was nothing. I...I wish she had yelled at me to remain at the helm. Maybe things would be different. I can't change it now, but...on the Sentinel, I was never afraid to draw my sidearm and defend the ship. I never really gave it much thought until now.
Jon shakes his head.
I saw one of them going after Alice...it was like, a red mist came over me. I killed that man...made sure he was dead. I had a long talk with Alice about it...I know what we both signed up for. But she's been through so much more than any officer should have to endure...and I think some things I don't even know about. She still seems distant sometimes, like she's speaking to someone else. And she'll grow really cold...I don't know what to do. She said DeSoto just said she needed rest, but this has been going on a long while.
Jon sighs.
This will be over soon I think...the Adagio is going to come to our aid. The Administrator is own the run. I should be celebrating...but why do I feel like this is only the beginning?
And then there's Josh...where is he now? With Liz's life in the balance...I don't know how much hope there really Is. It's all I can cling to right now.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Mar 21, 2016 19:39:25 GMT -5
Jon is sitting in his assigned quarters on the Adagio. Despite there being no signs of his previous injury, Jon's eyes look like a man who has spent his days without much sleep.
Personal log.
Where...where I do even begin. How...putting my feelings into words about what just occurred will be one of my greatest challenges.
Jon cups his nose with his hands, trying to maintain his normal breathing pattern.
We've done it. Salvation is in shambles...the rogue elements have all but been defeated. And yet...I feel hollow inside. Like I wish I had never gone down this path in the first place.
Jon closes his eyes for a moment.
"Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it." I wanted to destroy this rogue element of Starfleet that had been targeting my friends and I for the longest time. I wanted to put an end to the Administrator. And most of all...I wanted the truth. Sometimes though...you don't really want the truth. You don't know what it is...you assume it's going to make things right, to put a light on those who prefer darkness. And then...then it turns out to be the most horrific tale you could imagine.
As Jon speaks he wraps his hands around the pouch that Gemini had given him.
I suppose I should start from where I left off. We tracked the Administrator to this moon...apparently she had some sort of secret base there. She started taunting us over subspace, and before I knew it the Anubis had sent us spiraling to the planet below. I did my best...but it wasn't good enough. The ship crash landed on the moon and the last time I remember was seeing the viewscreen get really big.
Jon winces.
What happened next is a blur, especially initially. Alice...
Jon looks horrified when he speaks her name.
She...she...she helped me off the ship. Doctor Spencer managed to repair whatever I broke on my arms...my ribs still hurt like hell. I don't know how long we traveled...I just remember being so tired. Eventually they put me on a grav-lift for the rest of the journey. We made it to this old bunker...and that's when all hell broke lose.
Jon runs his heads up and down his face.
I started hearing something in my head...it was that Salvation agent..."Libra"...she said she was coming for...Alice...the "echo"...
Jon cringes as he speaks the last word, as if he in pain by remembering it.
Before I understood what was happening she showed up and...just like that...she took Alice away. I...I thought for sure...that was the end. My ultimate failure...I...I couldn't....I couldn't go on like this. Not again. Something within me...I had this overwhelming desire to end the life of every person in that area who were hostile towards us. To end the conflict immediately. It...it was the only way....the only way I could see to ensure Alice was protected.
Jon lets out a sigh and a soft sob.
The battle...I don't know...everything happened so fast. The next thing I know...something...something healed me. Completely. And I'm standing in front of Libra, with a phaser in my hand...and I'm shooting it, repeatedly at her head. There was a Delta who was there who was firing too. We...we killed her. I kept shooting...he had to stop me. I walked over to the other agent...Aries is what she was called. I didn't know this one. But...I had to end it. I tried to kill her too, but Commander Asada stopped me. Something had...it had restored his ESP abilities. There was nothing I could do. Looking back...he probably did me a favor. I don't know. Can these people really be redeemed?
After that...I followed him some distance, only to find...Decia and Ensign Adryan...who had...they had the twins. Gemini.
Jon buries his head on the desk for a minute. He rises and clears his eyes.
I so badly wanted a weapon. I wanted to...I wanted vengeance. Decia and Seb had them by the throat...and they...when I asked about...the ring...
Jon's voice quivers.
They gave it to me.
Jon holds the pouch up in front of the camera. His hands are shaking.
I just...just wanted to know why...why the extended charade...but they wouldn't tell me. I guess they are...locked away somewhere now.
Jon sets the pouch back down on the desk.
Decia...I am fortunate to call her my friend. She is an incredible Starfleet officer...and one of the finest people I have ever known. She has been there for me in the darkest moments of my life.
From there...we stormed the Administrator's base. I didn't know what I would find there...
Jon cups his face with his hands and closes his eyes.
...and now I won't ever be able to forget it. The Administrator...as we knew her...was a plaything of an artificial intelligent unit...an M5. It stunned me for sure, but...
Jon takes a deep breath.
...it couldn't compare to the truth. The real truth...the M5 unit...
Jon's eyes begin to well.
it...it said...it said Alice was an....she's an echo...and...that means...
Tears begin streaming down Jon's face.
...she's...not human. She's...an avatar...used for..."social interaction".
Jon buries his face into his hands.
How...how do I even...where do I begin? What...nothing makes sense anymore. I'm about ready to give up. Tell her to just retire now with me and have live in some hut on Risa for the rest of our lives. I can't take this anymore...
Jon cries out to no one.
Why?
Jon buries his head down on the desk. The log eventually ends.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Apr 26, 2016 0:44:06 GMT -5
Jon is sitting on the edge of his bed in the quarters he shares with Alice on the new Sentinel.
Personal log.
Life on the new Sentinel hasn't changed that much. After first, I thought we might be back to a time where we pretended to be a normal Starfleet crew. Everyone seemed so chipper...especially Commander Asada. It was like he was a whole new person...
He strokes his chin momentarily before continuing.
We continued our patrol route, it was fairly quiet. My old friend Tolar has joined the crew as a security officer. Lieutenant C'son discovered this quasar relatively nearby...it was emitting something abnormal. And then all hell broke loose. It started with Alice...her...hallucinations, I don't know what the hell to call them...they're getting worse, and more frequent. C'son theorized it could have something to do with the quasar. Commander Asada had some sort of telepathic experience that sounded awfully similar to some nightmares I had on the Tigershark. I think it's related to Alice's...past.
The captain sent her down to sickbay. I volunteered to take her...our patrol route was dead quiet and I was basically managing the autopilot. Somehow the captain took this as a sign that I'm dotting over Alice. She called me into the ready room for a lecture.
Jon lets out a deep sigh.
Look, I didn't run over there in the middle of a battle. I merely wanted to escort her to sickbay and let Vinzora get a crack at Alpha for a bit in a stressless situation on our new ship. I don't see what the big deal was, but I followed orders. And then...somehow Commander Asada and Alice were under some external influence in sickbay. The hell if I know what's going on at this point. The captain heads down to sickbay and I'm stuck on the bridge with Tolar and C'son as we try to rack our heads to make a difference from there. Eventually Commander Arminane calls C'son down to sickbay and it's just me and Tolar.
Jon runs his hands up and down his face.
Tolar is a great friend. He helped lead me back to my quarters after many a drunken stupor on DS9. I think he felt an obligation to help me when it came to Alice. I had told him some of what's going on, but hadn't covered everything. We tried some things with the communications array to attempt to block whatever was coming in...before I left the bridge to check on Alice, he suggested breaking into some classified files regarding...
Jon's eyes dart around the room for a moment to make sure Alice isn't present.
...Alicia Walker. Apparently that witch hunt that calls itself an Oversight Committee had taken it upon themselves to classify some files related to her. I told him he should check with the captain or Commander Arminane but he seemed dead set on getting to these files.
Anyways, Alice has been released from sickbay but relieved of duty from the time being. It's driving her crazy, not being able to work Ops. I've tried to explain to her that it's for the best but she won't listen. The only thing I know is if this keeps getting worse...we're going to have investigate this ourselves. I know there are certain senior officers who won't wanna hear that, but it's the truth.
End log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on May 9, 2016 22:53:55 GMT -5
Jon sits on the couch in his quarters he shares with Alice. He looks despondent.
Personal log.
Where do I even begin? I suppose I should start with the state of the Sentinel. One minute we were responding to a distress call regarding the Demeter, a civilian freighter...the next, we were thrown into this...pocket of space. I don't even know how to properly describe it. Alice and I were going over the data we've collected on the bridge earlier. One thing's for sure, whatever caused us to end up here was the same thing that took the Demeter here in the first place. We came into contact with a new species...some sort of imperial-like prewarp civilization. They didn't seem very happy about our intrusion...but our engineers got...creative, and all of the sudden they started having some...technical difficulties.
Jon winks at the camera.
Naturally, we offered our assistance, and they were more than willing to accept. Commander Asada and Tolar went over with some of our engineers, while Doctor Spencer, Lieutenant C'son and the new counselor went over to the Demeter. Alice and I were going over the data we collected...and then, we were getting ready to follow the Imperial ship to meet their "Imperator". Apparently Commander Asada and Tolar did enough to warrant an audience I guess. I was sitting at the helm, matching our course and speed with their ship...when all of the sudden...I felt it.
Jon runs his hands up and down his face.
When I turned around and saw Decia...I felt this overwhelming desire...to be with her. Right then and there. It was taking all of my self restraint not to pull her into the turbolift on the bridge. I've never felt anything like that towards anyone before...the only thing that even compares would be Alice, but this felt...enhanced somehow. I invited her to dinner after the shift...thank the stars Alice came down with me. I don't think anyone at this point realized how I was acting, except for maybe Decia. Commander Asada and Tolar joined us but I eventually excused myself...someone inside of me knew she was in the armory at that moment, so that's where I went.
Jon buries his face in his hands in embarrassment.
When I walked into her office...I couldn't help but gawk at her...I mean, don't get me wrong. She is a beautiful woman, and maybe if things were different...
Jon shakes his head.
She was getting really angry about the way I was acting...she basically dragged me out of there and into a turbolift. And...and there...that's when I made a move on her.
Jon rubs his jaw, wincing.
Before I even knew what happened, she had me pinned to the floor of the turbolift. Looking back, I'm glad whatever influenced me picked the senior Delta officer.
Jon manages a chuckle before his face turns deadly serious.
She let me get up and...I almost tried again. I could see it in her eyes...what I was doing what was hurting her. And then...it's like I snapped out of it. The desire was gone...
Jon lets out a frustrated sigh.
I wouldn't blame Decia if she never spoke to me again after that. But there she was, giving me a hug and letting me know how it wasn't my fault, how I was clearly under the influence of something. She really is perfect, you know.
Jon instinctively ducks as he says the last line.
She encouraged me that I had to tell Alice what happened...so I did.
Jon gulps.
You can count that conversation as one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life...all things considered, it went fairly well, but I'm afraid any goodwill Alice had built up for Decia evaporated. I guess it wasn't meant to be...I wonder if she's still invited to the wedding. But more importantly...what on Earth caused me to act that way? I think I'm going to go see Doctor Spencer and the new counselor sometime to try and figure this out.
End log.
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