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Post by Lt Cmdr Tiberius Asada on Apr 21, 2016 15:45:41 GMT -5
USS Sentinel NCC-99014 Personal Log
Lieutenant Commander Tiberius Asada - Strategic Operations Officer / Chief Tactical Officer
Stardate : (Evening after the 4/17/2016 Sentinel episode)
[Log Begins]
Tiberius was sitting in his quarters, sipping a hot cup of coffee.
All things considered... today wasn't so bad. I still don't want to be here. I wonder if anyone can tell? He tilted his head to the side in thought. Anyway, this was one of those days when I missed the Adagio delta team. They knew what it meant to be the 'best of the best.' I'm not sure how, but I'll need to beat the whining out of this group of misfits. Back in my day, when a simulation was too hard, we trained and went after it again and again until we beat it. We never complained about it for one minute.
Technically speaking, it's not my job to whip these Delta into shape... although I feel that I have some responsibility for how this turns out.
In any event, I demonstrated superlative command ability today. It is only a matter of time before I have the recommendations I need to transfer off this ship and start a new life somewhere else. I was disowned from this family, and now I need to move on. Hopefully that will be sooner than later. Surely the Captain must be impressed by my performance thus far.
[Log Ends]
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Post by Lt Cmdr Tiberius Asada on Sept 8, 2016 10:45:21 GMT -5
USS Pilgrim, NCC-92481 Personal Log
Lieutenant Commander Tiberius Asada - Executive Officer
Stardate: 93751.49
Tiberius was in sickbay, with a piping hot cup of Vulcan spiced tea on the table next to him.
It's been months since I did one of these. I don't know what to say, other than something entirely unbelievable happened. And I'm not talking about Starfleet promoting me back into the XO seat again. He laughed. At this point, I imagine that there are so many reports filed about this incident that there's no need for me to go over it all.
The last thing I can clearly remember is sitting in Sickbay behind a Level 10 forcefield, then waking up in Sickbay with the Doctor and the Captain hovering over me. I have all kinds of hazy memories from the time period in between. The recollection faded like a dream, but a few things stood out. I was on the bridge of the old Sentinel... and Jonathan was there, and so was Tolar. And there were some people, but they were like shadows. I don't know, it's all hard to describe.
I don't remember much during the relatively short time when my consciousness was in Captain T'Pang's head, but that part of this journey seems to stand out from the rest. I don't know exactly what happened, but it feels like maybe a part of her came with me. Or maybe a part of me stayed with her. Not sure. I do have the distinct impression that things have changed, though.
I suppose this whole experience can be seen as traumatic, but I don't think it was. You see, the Doctor managed to remove the ESP potential from my noggin. You know what that means? I won't be a slave to anyone ever again. The thing about ESP is that once it activates, you finally feel powerful. In control. It's what Gary Mitchell felt, and it's what I felt back on Starbase 220. It's all an illusion, though, because you end up losing authority over yourself. You become someone else. But now, it'll never happen again. That book has finally closed, and I couldn't be happier.
I'm going to go back to sleep. This was a tiring experience. If I'm still alive tomorrow, I'm going to ask to make a communication to the Sentinel.
[End Log.]
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Post by Lt Cmdr Tiberius Asada on Oct 13, 2016 14:30:10 GMT -5
USS Pilgrim, NCC-92481 Personal Log
Lieutenant Commander Tiberius Asada - Executive Officer
Stardate: (Immediately after the 10/11 Pilgrim Episode)
Tiberius was in a set of lavish quarters, with a piping hot cup of Vulcan spiced tea on the table next to him.
Here I am, on the USS Ark Royal. A very fine ship. Lieutenant Eldax was not impressed, but I have to say, it's... large. And state of the art, for being an older spaceframe. I've been reviewing the crew's history, and they have been well-decorated for their efforts in the Iconian War. It's a pleasure to serve with them.
Of course, their demeanor leaves something to be desired, and I can tell that certain members of crew have had their feathers ruffled. But this is no pleasure cruise. We have a very serious mission, and that is the arrest of the Observers. I suppose that I should be more... emotional about this, maybe? After all, they nearly killed me, and have perpetrated some horrible and illegal experiments. Yet I do not seem to have an emotional response at all. A year ago, I'd be fuming. Now, I'm just... doing my job.
My "katra", if you can call it that, must have been affected some how by my prolonged stay in the Captain's noggin. Most interesting.
God, I sound like a Vulcan, don't I?
[End Log.]
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