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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Jan 29, 2014 16:37:57 GMT -5
Computer; Begin Personal Log:
I've been advised to keep these logs by the psychs I've seen in the past, never really thought much of it. But here it's like a small town. News travels fast, rumors faster, and personal lives are in short supply. There's never much hidden when you live in a small, cramped ship. So I figured, this is about the most privacy as one is going to get... I'd rather take the Victory any day, even going back with the reputation I have.
So in the short time here, I've been shot and some weird creature talks to me in my own head in my own voice. I'd almost think I was crazy if it hadn't happened to the doctor and that insane woman who's my security chief. Seriously, who throws a live grenade on a bridge? At a portal which objects can't enter? Going to have to keep an eye on her... which is weird because normally I'm the reckless one.
There's really not much to do to blow off steam here. Oh, they reserve the mess for holo-ranges and combatives training, but there's really no where to get areal work out, and if you don't make the times you're pretty much SoL. Hmm.. maybe I could buddy up to one of the engineers and get some materials to make a few things for my quarters. A punching bag at least.Have a feeling I'm going to need that outlet in the near future...
Computer; End log.
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Jan 29, 2014 19:56:38 GMT -5
Computer: Begin Personal Log.
After what seems to be one of the shortest deployments I've been on, we're back on a Starbase. Starbase 234, to be exact.
(pause) Going over the events since my last log seems tedious, but it's better that I document something.
I mentioned in an earlier log about the supspace aliens, which our... esteemed... chief science officer in his 'infinite winsdom' has dubbed
Subspace Creature 001 or some nonsense. I just call 'em Shades. They look like arcing branches of trees, or snakes but.. shadows. Plus
no one has time for that damn nonsense in a fire fight. Apparently the guy doesn't know brevity is important, or he just doesn't care.
Self-righteous prick. Anyhow, after several run-ins with these creatures the attacks on the ship stopped. Not sure why. Shortly after
a Romulan scientist by the name of T'lena came aboard that's when the fun started.
(there is a pause, the sound of swallowing liquid can be heard momentarily)
She seemed nice enough, gave me a chance to practice my Romulan, but she wouldn't shut the hell up and was quite a coward.
Not exactly the most attractive traits, regardless of how well put together she may be. Anyhow after an incursion by the shades with
her aboard they stopped. And then things got weird. Apparently there was a Klingon ship found derelict outside the mine field which
certain portions of crew were sent to investigate. My assignment was the watching of Dr.Spencer, as the shades seemed quite interested
in her, and to some degree our guest.
(another pause and a sigh)
Then the crew came back, something about zombies and a stolen cloaking device, I even watched an argument unfold in sickbay between
the Sec Chief and CE. They seemed to be picking it up from a different point. Now I am by no means the officer with an immaculate record,
or the most subtle, but one of the first things they teach you is officers do -not- argue in front of subordinates. Now it's evolved into throwing
each other "under the bus", as some people from my old unit used to say, worsening the current situation we're in. Around this time the Voth
showed up and transported come Federation casulties to our shuttlecraft.
(the sound of a chair scraping and the cracking of bones fills the audio)
Stiff. So with the Captains intervention the argument is put on hold and we had a brand new problem to deal with. According to things I've
heard and seen T'lena had implanted malicious code into the system and caused a lot of problems for our ACCI. When trying to fix it, several
crew members were attacked and one severely injured. I ran into the culprit my pure chance. Ensign Darza, a command officer in a place where
he shouldn't have been. When I stopped him he gave me the bullshit line that he was following the attacker. Now that I think of it's it was only
a half lie. When I commed Security to give a report he attacked me, and managed to stab me in the left shoulder before I hammered his face in.
About that time the "attacker" appeared firing his weapon at me, just about the same time Commander Murai appeared and did the same to him.
The next two seconds ended him. He was a romulan, plain as day, but he made the mistake of firing a weapon at me and burned a decent hole
right in his chest. But it left the question: Just how the hell did he get aboard? When? Most of our arrivals came by shuttle, so either he snuck
aboard when we received the injured or he was aboard the whole time since we left the Starbase.
(another pause and a cough)
We didn't have time to mull it over. The next security alert came moments after. Apparently T'lena had taken the XO and the CSO hostage in the
lab and locked it down. After engineering fiddled with whatever it does, we breached and I dropped her. A non-fatal location but she had a device
hooked into her internal organs, or something. First her blood wouldn't clot, then Dr. Spencer had to do open heart surgery. I still don't really
understand what happened. I shot her in the damn hip.
So Darza's in custody, the Tal Shiar is in the morgue, and T'lena is now in the Starbase ICU under observation. And here we are, being investigated
to high hell by SFCIS AND the RIS. Not about T'lena, but for that god damned cloaking device. Seems I might also be in quite a bit of hot water about
my weapon. So I increased the output to give it a better charge and the stun setting is able to wound and possibly kill. The thing'll punch through multiple
targets at it's highest setting and at range. Never know when that'll come in handy and it used to anyway, and that modification was done years ago.. But,
regardless, if I'm tried for that it might be the end of my commission and career. Already been given one second chance I doubt they'll be keen on another.
But their focus seems to be the commander and the cloak. The CE and several other crew members aren't doing any favors to the ship by pointing fingers.
This squabble should have settled in-house and we should be more worried about what's happening with the Captain. Everything we've done, and that
these jackholes in CIS find out about, is more fuel to the fire that's being brought to the senior Command. Capt. Dalun just got her rank, and joined or not
this petty bullshit I've seen shouldn't be the reason she loses it. Though it was kind of funny to hear she stunned that irritating woman we've got locked in
the Brig.
That about sums up our short voyage. They've placed us on indefinite leave on the starbase, and are keeping us on short leashes. Not sure where this is all
going but I do know that if we don't pull together as a crew, it's going to be a shit storm for all of us, -and- the Sentinel.
End Log.
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Nov 2, 2015 4:05:23 GMT -5
Personal Log: Stardate.. well.. who cares. These are automatically time stamped anyway.
Been awhile since I did this. I try to not make a habit of putting my personal feelings down. Makes me think I'm in therapy again. Like I need that ryak'na. Today was a mess. Tensions all over the ship apparently exploded, including my own confronting Brand. Dha'rudh deserves it. I don't care if he thought he was right, he can't prove he was right. Especially because his orders didn't come from the captain, and since I had to clean up his mess. I've done some questionable, even terrible things in my time, but cutting a man to small pieces is definitely up there. Not like I had much choice.
I seem.. I seem to have to make very strange, dangerous decisions since I joined this ship. Off the top of my head: I destroyed two hallways, one time of which almost took out half of sickbay. It was the best decision, though. Forces boarded, I had no support at our position, our force fields might have well have been paper and my weapon wasn't going to be any use if I was dead. Would've made short work of Sickbay. So, I overloaded and detonated my weapon, creating a nice hole into space. Voodoo was not happy, but the results spoke for themselves. No one died. Well.. no on else did.
I remember when Herald forces boarded us and one of those big worts charged right into sickbay. First time I decided to take a knife with me into a fight. Ironically, the first Herald I killed was that particular one and it was with that knife if you can believe it. Still not sure what happened there. There have been several instances where we've seen an entity, or I've felt.. different. Like something was helping us. I'm not one to argue with help, so I just shrug it off and not pay it any more mind than I need to.
I guess I'll get to the thing with Dalton and "Death". Death is capitalized here, folks. It's what the pompous asshat called himself. First Dalton. I have no idea what was with that guy. First time he acted up we could not stun him. I ended up clubbing him across the face like he it was a baseball, he went down got put on ice. Then Brand happened. Again. "For the good of the ship" he took Dalton out of stasis, and Dalton was /not/ happy. Not only was he pissed, we couldn't kill him. Over and over we shot him, full power but he wouldn't die. In the end Connelly and I had to cut him up. You don't survive being in pieces, even if your seemingly unkillable. Crews looked at me a bit funny since. Necessary or not, it's a real shock to learn someone has done something like that. Or maybe it's just the fact that doing the actual deed didn't bother me. Well, when they spend a good portion of their life fighting like I have, then they might think differently. But I'm not out to change minds. Jobs more important than that, and I need to focus on cleaning up after our SecChief. Oh, that's right. Death. Seems the captain of the ship we were chasing came down with a huge case of what the fuck. It was similar to Dalton, but no the same. And much more powerful, completely gutted Brady.
That one.. that was I don't like thinking about. "But you sliced up a guy". Yeah, sure. But when facing a nearly unkillable creature, of which twelve people rained fire down on it and all we did was keep it in place and slow it's attacks, you start to think you might actually die. I must've gone insane, because running through everyones shooting AT the damn thing to cartwheel over and tag it for transport has to be the stupidest idea I ever had. But I'm here, everyone but Brady is here, I guess I can't ask for much mroe than that. Could have been much worse. I guess the real fear comes from we encountered two with similar traits and there are likely more. I'm not doing that same trick again if I can avoid it. Stupid.
So yeah. Brand isn't a team player. He's worried about doubts within security. Ofcourse we have doubts, he does what he wants, keeps everyone uninformed, disappears at the drop of a hat and I mean that literally he cloaks himself, acts before thinking.. though I guess I'm guilty of that too. But when I act, I don't drag people with me unless I've weighed the risks. He just doesn't care, fvadt what he says. What he doesn't realize that Delta, Security, we're united. We interact and work well together. /He's/ the odd man out, there's no schism in our operating. We can take the orders and execute, and if he doesn't get with the program already established then he'll remain a glorified middle-man. Even if I was removed from the ship it'd remain that way, there's more to leadership than your job title.
Speaking of, nothing I do falls under my job description. Doing Brands job when he's "away" or in the Brig.. leading the Deltas either. Yeah, that was something I used to do, but that was a long time ago. Before Delta was Delta. Doing both of those jobs is not easy especially with the teams on the ship. Odd-balled bastards, every last one. Not one of them knew I was never in Delta. Like the Omega armor didn't give that away. Connelly was right, surprising those bastards can tie their shoes sometimes. Though they deserve a dedicated leader; they're good, talented people. Why /hasn't/ Starfleet sent them a proper Lieutenant?
Just.. really tired. Doesn't leave much time for sleep... Apprently the pilot and the doctor are gone. That's a shame, because she's really easy on the eyes. Tops cute if you're into that "more likely to gut you than give you the time of day" mentality... Collins.. the hell am I talking about?
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Dec 21, 2015 4:19:49 GMT -5
OOC: Decided on a personal theme for Seb. Theme of one of my favorite animes.
Bokurano: Ours.
Uninstall (cover) by RyoRyo. (original is currently being bogarted by Victor Entertainment. Bastards.) (Unistall (original) by Ishikawa Chiaki. if you somehow get a hold of it let me know. Not the piano version. While good, doesn't have the right tempo.)
It's actually rather fitting for him.
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Dec 22, 2015 2:57:34 GMT -5
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Feb 2, 2016 2:36:08 GMT -5
The Computer opens up to a tired looking Ensign. Sissia can be seen in the background, inventorying a rather bare arms room.
"Where to start... you know.. I'm getting rather sick of all this. "Off on another adventure". Or lack thereof. I guess normal people would say I should be grateful. Normal people don't spend a month in a warp by a sadistic Andorian and his doppleganger of a friend. I abhor those two. Gemini. Those shadow bitches calling me out like -they're- important. I just want to... ragh!"
He makes wringing motions with his hands. Sissia turns around at the commotion then smiles a ways to the camera before making faces behind Sebetharen's back.
"Most of the crew has reason to pissed at those two. Especially Cameron. Apparently she masqueraded as his woman during the time we were being controlled. Then there's the matter of her systematically kill my people. "Oh if it didn't happen, why are you upset"? Because I am not to be toyed with!"
Sissia begins making lewd motions with a rifle.
"Top tells me that after we somehow, and I'm not intimate with the particulars, managed to break Scorpio's hold on us he devolved into a simpering four year old girl. Ofcourse, Gemini disappeared as well. Hale really dropped--" He picks up the cup in front of him and throws it at Sissia. It whizzes by her head and she makes an audible "Eep!" and turns around and gets back to work. "Hale really dropepd the ball on that one. So I went to.. level my grievances with him. And as luck would have it someone beat me to it. Some woman was there digging her foot in Parker and Hale's asses. My kind of woman."
He reaches for the cup which is no longer there and shakes his head.
"She offered me a chance to get at the Administrator. Sure, that's on the to-do list. But what I really want are the twins. So naturally I agreed without much convincing. I wonder if the team knows they're on this because of a personal vendetta.. I should really tell them before we leave. Sure, the Administrator is bad people... but I doubt she'd be much fun in the same room as me. Anyway, this woman.. she called herself Aquarius. Never met one of these Salvation people that went by their moniker openly. She had fire and no-nonsense attitude... some of the others seem to know her. Hell, I'm half tempted to take her to the mat to see if the ability matches the fire."
The Ensign hands his head a little "There's just too much work to do. I'm not entirely sure this ship we've got can survive a direct assault. So that means.. once we're there, it's just them and us. There won't be any non-combatants. We're either successful, or we're dead. I should have Delta run drills with everyone who's coming.."
He lifts his head and smiles a little. "But hey, near impossible odds is sort of what we do, isn't it?"
He reaches forward and types a few things onto the screen "Computer: Encrypt log. Program Adryan. Lima Oscar Charlie Kilo - 43782 and end log"
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Mar 1, 2016 21:48:26 GMT -5
The screen flickers for a moment after it was activated, following by the Ensign giving it a good smack. He looked even more tired than usual, his top undone and hanging open.
"Piece of junk." he says before clearing his throat. "So, it's morning following our little raid. Didn't quite turn out to be the epic struggle we prepared for, which is a little disappointing... but any fight you walk away from, right?" He gave a rather large yawn, shaking his head as he did so. "Long night. Delta should be resting up. Having trouble sleeping.. well it seems everyone is having trouble sleeping lately. Lack of sleep is something I'm used to, but trouble doing it isn't."
He grabs a nearby glass of ice water and takes a sip from it. "Of all things to dream about, it was that old bastard. I haven't even thought of the codger in twelve years. Has to be someones idea of a joke. He's about as significant to me as a gnats fart in a hurricane." He takes a sip that turns into a gulp. "And why should he be? Even as far as not being blood to each other, I don't doubt he'd have been any different if we were. Growing up with him always seemed like he was doing a job he was paid to hate. Regimen, regimen, regimen. And somehow I still followed everything he set out for me, despite abhoring him. Never made sense, living with him.."
He sets down the glass. "The hell am I on about? Got worst problems than thinking of Lein. Alright, time to get down to it. So we did the deed. We're waiting for the backlash from our little data burst to hit soon. We crippled Salvation heavily, both sides of it. For the Directors side... I read a few files. They've done some good things in the past, but they'll probably be taking a few steps backward now, but it'll likely be for the better. Nothing should proceed without oversight from another authority, even classified research and development. Because without it you get people like the Administrator, and those people go far beyond just being pragmatic."
He laughs a little as he leans back and looks up at the ceiling. "Speaking of, we added a little insult to injury as far as she goes. I can only imagine what she's thinking right about now, knowing all her data is in the hands of pretty much anyone that wants it. But we added a little something to set her ass on fire, delivery courtesy of Aquarius. If we're lucky we won't have to hunt for her, but if cooler old-lady heads prevail she just better hope she can find a far enough place to hide. Not like we have anything better to do." He motions around him. "This is a loaner and we're all listed as "awaiting reassignment", so we have the time... assuming we don't implode. There's a lot of people stepping on other peoples toes. Machines work better when they do the parts they're assigned to do, crews aren't any different. A cog should remain a cog, do cog things. A spring should remain a spring, do.. springy things. Sprong? Is that a word? Pretty much sums up my experience with machines, really. Which is sort of the point I guess I'm making."
He yawns and stands up. "Well, things are probably going to get worse before they get better. This isn't over yet. With The Administrator and her Operatives still out there, and Starfleeting going through that clusterfuck of data we sent them, who knows when things are going to go back to normal. Well.. as normal as they get for us."
He reaches forward and powers down the console.
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Mar 28, 2016 23:14:26 GMT -5
"Computer, begin log. Audio only."
"So, we're back. We stopped the Rogues and pretty much unraveled Salvation. I should feel better about it. But I don't. In reality, it was a huge disappointment. Gemini.. they may have been skilled but I wouldn't know. My encounter with them lasted about a minute before knives were at their throats. They broke like infants. And these two were the ones that went out of their way to let me know I was known to them. Had I known how this would end months ago I would have laughed. The Administrator as well, apaprently Aquarius' mother was controlled by the old M5 computer, that was supposedly defunct. It's not premanently so, as I had the mild pleasure to witness. And that was that... well.. almost. There was the issue with Tyson.. Well, Target of Opportunity. It was odd, really. I hadn't given her, or the others, much thought in recent years but now the faces of those involved from back then keep coming to mind. And it's been preoccupying me. I am on leave, and this couldn't be coming at a worse time..."
An audible inhale and exhale.
"Best I can do is try to block it out. So on to current news! They had a Captain come talk to us "informally". There is no such thing. Everything said or done is recorded and remembered. We'll see soon the ripples of that, I'm sure."
There was a pause. "They want to give me more pips. I declined.. rather adamantly. I was more interested in the carrot she offered, of sending me to re-qualify officially and earn the green stripe. It is what I want, but the position they want to put me in, not so much. The more promotions you get, the further away from the front and the men and women who fight on that line. I hated, for years, the fact I was demoted. In reality it the best place I can think of being. I couldn't care less if I stayed this rank forever, as long as I got to continue being next to the people I lead."
Another pause and an audible sip from a glass.
"No one cares about an Admiral's ability at the helm, or how quick they can swap out a part, or find a vein, or perform surgery. You're only wanted for your brain. Right now, I'm almost all body. Not to say I'm brainless, but I just feel there's more I can do now on the front than any good I might do behind it. A direct action can save someones life.. you can't do that from a chair. When it comes the time I can't effectively do that, I'll let them put me wherever they want me. Until then... I want to stand next to the people I'm in charge of. So I'll continue resisting the promotion track as much as I can get away with."
A minute or so passes before an audible exhale.
"What is it about preceived victory that all of a sudden makes people want to get close to others? In the short time since our win over the Rogues, multiple people have come to placate me into friendship. I'm just curious if I had done something to make them think I'd want such a distracting relationship. It may be true it might be.. appealing.. to consider, but in the end I've got the best reason never to do it. Our Helmsman. The epitome of letting emotion distract from making sound decisions. People need to be able to know that I will do my job without hesitation, and I need to know they will put the safety of the crew ahead of me. It's a cold philosophy, but I can't let my own emotional outbursts get someone killed again."
"You know, I was going over my logs recently and there's some depressing stuff here. Well, I don't find facts depressing, but damn... oh hell. That's right. We have a new counsellor. Wonder if the guys are making a pool on how long she lasts.. oh this is still on isn't it? End log."
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Jul 26, 2016 2:51:34 GMT -5
The screen turns on, the Ensigns face and bare chest barely illuminated against an almost pitch black background. His head is back and he's looking toward the ceiling.
"So.. I'm restricted to my room. To be honest, this should happen more often. It gives you time to think..." He lowers his head to look at the screen. "I seem to have let my attraction for a woman interfere with how I conduct my business. It was something I had hoped I'd never do, yet here I am. I've felt attraction to women before, but never once had it ever gotten to the point where it affected me as this has. It doesn't make sense, either. She makes my blood boil in a multitudes of different ways, for an equally vast set of reasons. If anything she should be seen a an obstacle to overcome, not something that weighs on my mind. Especially during times like these."
There was a long pause as he looked off to the side, away from the camera. "Let's face it. I am not a good man. My most redeeming quality is my ability to do my job with ruthless efficiency, and that in itself is wrong. I've heard the hushed and harsh things people say of me. Not that it matters really, but when you put me next to her can anyone really understand why someone with the qualities she possesses would ever be attracted to someone like me? I'm not saying I don't believe her when she says she is attracted to me, but from what I've read that's hardly enough chemistry for any kind of real compatibility. The woman is not only strong and extremely skilled, but kind and thinks of others in everything she does. To the point where it physically makes me sick to see. To be that selfless to the point of pain is just.. stupid. But that's what she does. The fact is, I don't deserve a person like that, simply because she deserves a better man than I. Someone able to return the same kindness and selflessness to her. She spends so much time being other peoples shield, that she really needs one of her own. And in reality she has one. Were I to.. well.. accept her feelings of attraction it would just be a farce. There is a place in her heart that I could never occupy, simply because it is already occupied by another. And no matter how much she can ignore the feelings she has and move on, he will always occupy that place. I've lost twice to her. In Martial Prowess and in the ability to ever fully capture her heart. The former I will someday overcome.. the latter is a battle I am just not equipped or skilled enough to fight." The Ensign makes an awkward laugh. "She could argue about it all day... but if both I and that man were to die tomorrow.. the one that'd really pain her would be him."
He sighed, looking back at the camera. He rubs his face with both his hands and gives himself a little slap. "Anyway! In an attempt to get over these really really frustrating and stupid feelings, I have opted to go on a date with one of my team members who showed an active interest in me. Now.. I have never been on a date before and to be frank the woman.. sort of scares the hell out of me as far as that goes. But she knows the rituals and I read that the best way to get over a woman is to see another woman... which I think sounds counter productive.. wouldn't you just repeat the process endlessly? Well, I'm giving it a go."
He yawns a bit and leans forward, his face now more illuminated. "Now, enough bullshit sappy whiny parts. Business. Both the Lieutenant and I have a very strong suspicious the Chorus is coming for us. We're preparing and training every day but right now the consensus is we will fail if we have to meet it head on at this point in time. The Adagio is looking for some people who know where something that can help us is located. I just hope if they find it they don't try using it. We only need the analysis of the objects weaknesses... Decia and I can do the rest ourselves. There are parts of this crew.. and I will venture a guess in Starfleet Command as well, that want the Chorus alive. Fine. He'll be alive.. but I will make sure that thing pays dearly for it's role in everything. It will live... but it will not live well."
"On to more recent events, we apparently ran into two species recently. One looks like that weird horny girl that stays with the Doctor. Horny? Horned? Whichever. Anyhow, while I and.. several others were dealing with the ridiculous domestic issues we found ourselves in, the rest of the ship were trying to diplomatically handle a first contact situation with the girls species. Apparently, there was someone else who was sitting in on these meetings. A someones who decided they'd infiltrate the crew and try to sabotage the ship. It did not end well for them. Now we're on standby for another mission, of which I am not in the loop for. Not sure if it's because of my current status on restriction, or these people think I can't do my job."
He sighs again. "I guess I'll just go back to exercise and study. Huh. Feels like the Academy."
He turns his head away from the camera. "Who's there? Dupree, I swear to the inventor of the phaser I will slowly torture you a slow burning agony unrivaled by anything currently conceivable if you are in my room AGAIN!"
The log continues recording as the Ensign gets up from his seat.
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Jan 17, 2017 0:47:21 GMT -5
The log is audio only...
Stuck in a bed.... Forcefield.
Going to murder the next idiot that tries to cozy up to the Lieutenant in her current condition.
Have a bunny.. not sure where this came from...
Stuffed.
S'Ress is late with her report.
End Log.
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