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Post by Commander Valkriss on Nov 13, 2015 17:25:36 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 92558.91
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing away from the screen, her body, turned to the left appears tense. Her sharp eyes appear to wildly dart as she moves them all over the unseen carpet at her feet. Her jaw is set and solid and yet she is expressionless. Her tunic is off leaving her in her standard issue tank top, her shoulders and biceps occasionally appear to flex as if she were straggling something or wringing her hands very tightly.
Ever so often during the silent awkward silence, she closes her eyes tightly and draw a long deep breath, as if struggling to make a decision, wrestling with a horrible thought. Her jaw tightens and she looks to the ceiling, her eyes still tightly shut still facing away from the screen.
With a sudden calm she opens her eyes and runs her hand through her thick black hair. The knuckles on that hand are horribly cut up and some still bleeding. She then swivels to face her screen, only to stare at it for an equally long time, her features void of any expression at all, she stares at the screen lifeless. Her injured hand resting on the desk, her breathing seemingly calm and regular. Her eyes just stare empty at the computer screen.
Then abruptly her lip curls into a vicious sneer, and with feral like snarl she thrusts her fist forward with incredible speed and fury. The screen bursts into static and then goes to black.
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Nov 13, 2015 17:26:08 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 92852.74
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem vacant and doll like. Her uniform tunic is undone and her honor sash folded some droops part way off her desk...
In a long awkward silence, she stares long and hard at the screen, almost as if unaware it is now recording. Eventually she closes her eyes tightly and draws a long deep breath, as if struggling for control. For herself to speak all the while combatting a horrible thought. Her jaw tightens and she looks to the ceiling, her eyes still tightly shut, her gloved hands tightly close into fists. Her one hand sealing tightly around her honor sash.
With a sudden calm she opens her eyes and runs her free. hand through her thick black hair. She then lowers her head to level a still distant gaze at her screen. Again she stares at it for an equally long time, her features void of any expression at all, her void gaze almost lifeless. Her breathing seemingly calm and regular. Her eyes just stare empty at the computer screen. Finally without prompt she speaks, her tone hollow and empty...
"I have returned to the ship..."
Then with a violent shudder, her lip curls into a vicious sneer, and with feral like snarl of disgust she snaps a gloved hand forward to end her log. The screen simply clicks off and goes to black.
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Nov 13, 2015 17:26:55 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 92983.16
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem vacant and doll like. Her uniform tunic is off leaving her in a issue sports bra and her honor sash folded some droops part way off her desk...
During a rather long awkward silence, Valkriss stares long and hard at the screen, her jaw line fluctuates between set as if marble and a soft tremble. Eventually she closes her eyes tightly and draws a long deep breath, as if struggling for control. A determined control to allow herself to speak all the while combatting some deeply horrible thought. Her jaw tightens and she looks to the ceiling, her eyes still tightly shut, her gloved hands tightly close into fists. Her one hand sealing tightly around her honor sash, as if a death gripe.
With a sudden calm she opens her eyes and runs her free hand through her thick black hair, removing it's tight hair band freeing her long dark locks. Her now freed black mane giving her an almost feral look she then lowers her head to level a still distant gaze at her screen.
Valkriss again stares at it for an equally long time, her features void of any expression at all, her void gaze almost lifeless. Her breathing seemingly calm and regular. Her eyes just stare empty at the computer screen. Finally without prompt she speaks, her tone hollow and empty...
"boQqa'pu'....boQqa'pu'...."
Her eyes close tightly for a moment as she draws in a ragged breath. When done she once more opens them.
"boQqa, why? ... They try... No reason and they try ..."
She bites her bottom lip and sighs "it is ... Admirable. I even had to ... They left me no choice! I had to ... Share. To do less would've been dishonorable"
She draws another breath as if fighting back a wave of nausea...
"Eldax and his ... Juice" makes a face "Li and Aria and their shared concern and ice cream .."
Her voice softens "They do not understand boQqa'pu'...and they try for no reason ... "
Her features begin to horribly twist as if she just took a blade to her gut . "reH! ....reH, boQqa'pu'.."
Then with a violent shudder, her lip curls into a vicious sneer, and with feral like snarl of disgust she snaps a gloved hand forward to end her log. The screen simply clicks off and goes to black.
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Nov 13, 2015 17:27:37 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 93040.56
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem vacant and doll like. Her uniform tunic is open and her honor sash has been removed and has been folded haphazardly casuing it to droop part way off her desk...
During a very long awkward silence, Valkriss stares long and hard at the screen, her jaw line fluctuates between set as if marble and a soft tremble. Eventually she closes her eyes tightly and draws a long deep breath, as if struggling for control. A determined control to allow herself to speak all the while combatting some deeply horrible thought. Her jaw tightens and she looks to the ceiling, her eyes still tightly shut, her gloved hands tightly close into fists. Her one hand sealing tightly around her honor sash, as if a death gripe.
With a sudden calm she opens her eyes and runs her free hand through her thick black hair, removing it's tight hair band freeing her long dark locks. Her now freed black mane giving her an almost feral look she then lowers her head to level a still distant gaze at her screen.
Valkriss again stares at it for an equally long time, her features void of any expression at all, her void gaze almost lifeless. Her breathing seemingly calm and regular. Her eyes just stare empty at the computer screen...
Then with a violent shudder, her lip curls into a vicious sneer, and with feral like snarl of disgust she snaps a gloved hand forward to end her log.
The screen simply clicks off and goes to black.
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Dec 11, 2015 11:15:33 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 93142.27
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem vacant and doll like.
Following the very long awkward silence, Valkriss' jaw line fluctuates between set as if marble and a soft tremble. Eventually she closes her eyes tightly and draws a long deep breath, as if struggling for control. A determined control to allow herself to speak all the while combatting some deeply horrible thought. Her jaw tightens and she looks to the ceiling, her eyes still tightly shut, her gloved hands tightly close into fists.
"No one died boQqa'pu'...not one casualty" She closes her eyes a moment and then opens them returning her hollow like stare to the screen. "For just a moment we thought...I...thought, one...his mate was in grief...I had not been told he died...I had been fighting...again my attention was...battle"
She shudders."boQqa'pu'...I went to the sickbay following the battle and...walked in on..." She snaps her gaze away from the screen looking off to the side for a long time, her tightly clentched fists flex tighter.
She turns her head back and monotones. "He was returned to his mate...she reclaimed him once he awoke." She looks to the side again. "We lost no one this time boQqa'pu'."
Softly her eyes closing. "We lost no one...and he returned to her..." She then looks up and then back to the screen her mask of numb slipping.
"The war is over...reH, boQqa'pu'."
She then snarls vicously. "END LOG..."
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Dec 28, 2015 5:58:08 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 93184.71
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem vacant and doll like.
Following the very long awkward silence, Valkriss' jaw line fluctuates between set as if marble and a soft tremble. Eventually she closes her eyes tightly and draws a long deep breath, as if struggling for control. A determined control to allow herself to speak all the while combatting some deeply horrible thought that is tearing at her from within. Her jaw tightens and she looks to the ceiling, her eyes still tightly shut, her gloved hands tightly close into fists.
"I tried...boQqa'pu'...I did..."
She closes her eyes tightly and swallows as if suddenly nauseous. She struggles hard for control her eyes misting some.
"We ship out soon...very soon so again I am back to work...so much the better..."
She swallows once more and snarls. "This year...the holiday...was ...so hard boQqa'pu'....so very hard..."
She reaches out to touch the screen almost gingerly...her voice broken as she chokes out..."boQqa'pu'..."
"...forever..."
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Feb 12, 2016 13:18:31 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 93300.66
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem vacant, empty as if drained.
Following a long awkward silence, Valkriss' jaw line fluctuates between set as if marble and a soft tremble. Eventually she closes her eyes tightly and draws a long deep breath, as if struggling for control. A determined control to allow herself to speak all the while combatting some deeply horrible thought that is once more tearing into her heart. Her jaw tightens and she looks to the ceiling, her eyes still tightly shut, her gloved hands tightly close into fists.
"boQqa'pu'...I did...She....."
She closes her eyes tightly and swallows as if suddenly nauseous. She struggles hard for control her eyes misting some.
"...chay' laH jIH ghaj 'uQ tlhej vam be'?"
She swallows once more and snarls. "This mission...the matrix...was ...so hard boQqa'pu'....a disgrace...they saw..."
She reaches out to touch the screen almost gingerly...her voice broken as she chokes out..."boQqa'pu'..."
"...reH!..."
She reaches forward with a deep sadness and then...the screen goes dark.
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Feb 21, 2016 15:08:54 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 93323.28
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem vacant, her face suffused with almost animal like rage.
Her jaw tenses and her gloved fists tighten sharply causing the leather to creak. Her breathing is steady but near feral.
"Why....why does he push me? To question my honor...I...just tried to help..." She snarls out. "All I wanted....him to do...was fight..."
She looks away and snarls darker trying to control herself. She looks back torn between rage and despair.
"It is the same...every time...like it was back 'home'....never truly one...never again...I am not you..."
She closes her eyes and sighes deeply.
"No matter what I do...I am not able to help beyond what I am made to be...and even then....I do not belong here. They know this..."
Her fists tighten painfully now.
"He tries to help but he has no clue how...and I could've killed him.../again./ ...to imply that even being Klingon is wrong...of course...it is...right?"
She pounds her fists into her desk. "jIHbe' SoH!! jIHbe' SoH!!" Her head turns to the side and she says softly...
"chay' laH. SoHvaD laH wej qaSpu'bogh QaD jIH...." Then softer. "boQqa'pu' chay' laH yoD jIH? … vItlhutlhDI' wej qaSpu'bogh lulegh. je jIH..."
She sighs sadly "pagh latlh Hutlh SoH...jIH neH...jIH neH..."
She looks down at her fists softly muttering. "...nIv'e' "
After a long moment she just forward with a deep sadness and then...the screen goes dark.
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Mar 10, 2016 8:03:21 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 93368.22
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem vacant, doll-like.
Her tunic is opened at the neck and her hair has been let down to cascade over her shoulders. She draws a deep breath as she looks to the side and then up at the ceiling. After a long moment she she whispers.
"boQqa'pu' nuq vIta'?"
She takes another deep breath and has to force herself to look down though to the side and not at that screen.
"I assigned a new officer to over watch an intruder drill on deck 6, Ensign Tronk did well...though a tad trigger happy with the containment field, he is adequate for the work on the Pilgrim...not that I will be able to increase their effectiveness....I asked for this...I truly did...but how could I not?"
She looks down and then to the other side...
"It is home all over again boQqa'pu' ... you understood... you ... " She closes her eyes tightly and looks back to the other side.
"Aria wants us to get together for a 'girl's night'...I must admit I would enjoy such...to be able to just...talk ... maybe just be ..me"
She shakes her head slowly and hisses a snarl.
"Do they think I am just a killer? a mad razor bear incapable of reason or diplomacy...a pure sword ... " She snarls dangerously. "...an ancient weapon kept in a case of glass bearing a sign 'in case of war...break glass..."
"Is that all we are to them?" She shakes her head.
"....boQqa'pu' von pong batlh … von batlh"
Her tone softens and she looks at the screen.
"QeH jI'IQ SoH. SoH vaj SoHvaD mamej jI'IQ..."
After a long moment she just forward with a deep sadness and then...the screen goes dark.
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Apr 21, 2016 15:26:37 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 93474.65
[Log Begins]Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem vacant, doll-like. Her usually kept and very long dark hair has been let down to cascade carelessly over her shoulders. She draws a deep breath as she looks to the side and then up at the ceiling. After a long moment she she whispers.
"boQqa'pu' taH reH 'oH..."
She takes another deep breath and has to force herself to look down though to the side and not at that screen. She thrusts a small very crumbled card at the screen held him a newly bloodied hand. Her blood softy runs down over the face of the card...
She closes her eyes tightly her voice strained with grief now...
"wa'logh vI'Iprup 'ar tIqwIj chIm SoH qawmoH jIH Hov..."
She drops the card and lowers her head.
"boQqa'pu' jI'IQ jI'IQ SoH...
Her voice now a whispered husk...
"...chotlhejbe'mo' jI'IQ"
After a long period of silence she snaps her hand forward lethally fast and shuts off the log... [Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Jul 8, 2016 11:49:28 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Valkriss - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Stardate : 93644.98
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her dark eyes seem sleepy still. Her long hair a tangled mess, she smiles some as she sits back and stretches. She is in her issued tank top.
"Well that was ... fun." She chuckled some and shook her head.
"I think it has been a long, long time since I have felt relaxed enough to just fall asleep with someone while watching these 'movies'."
She rolls her eyes. "Not that the movies were that boring, some of them were truly fun...I think what did me in was I had watched the last one previously and just dozed off next to him..." She snorts amused.
"I suppose he felt the same way...because when I woke up...he was snoring right next to me." She chukles "And yes Eldax snores...a lot."
She sighs "I am grateful he and some of the others...well have not given up on me. Maybe..I don't know..maybe I can find a degree of balance here..."
"Peace it seems...well..we will see..."
She looks back over her shoulder. "Anyways he is waking up, I should go..we have watch soon..."
"..Computer..end log..."
[Log Ends]
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Post by Commander Valkriss on Nov 30, 2017 19:57:37 GMT -5
USS PILGRIM NCC-92481 Personal Log Database
Lieutenant Commander Valkriss - Executive Officer
Stardate : 93644.98
[Log Begins]
Valkriss is sitting at her desk facing the screen, her bruised and batter form wrapped in a soft pink silk robe tied loosely about the waist, baring her smooth shoulder now covers in painful scratches. Her long wavy obsidian hair a puzzled mess, has been swept back behind one ear a streak of her blood matting it to her head. Her left eye blackened and slightly swollen and as she speaks a thin stream of her blood runs down the right corner of her split lips...
She smiles softly, a look of contentment and peace in her eyes as she begins to speak.
"Well it has been quite some time since I have recorded one of these. Much has happened, I have been promoted in both rank and position aboard the Pilgrim. Also over the past year I have met with and defeated several of the Ghosts from my past..." She smiles showing blood streaked fangs. "I believe Sam would have been quite proud of her warrior...."
"And in some manner I got to finally say goodbye to her properly...to tell reh boQqa'pu farewell ...My Angel..."
Behind her there are sounds of painful shuffling and muted angry curses. "I have ..met...someone new...and she has stolen my heart.."
She continues on as behind her Ilya limps slowly by as she is trying to get herself ready for a post 'cuddle-time' trip to sickbay.
"It came out of nowhere I believe for both of us...but I do not regret such nor in choosing her as a mate...she is.." rubs her bruised jaw "Strong and...loving.."
She shakes her head. "There is of course another matter....Aria.."
"Now this has come up before...and well...my best friend met and fell in love with Li...an engineer under her command. They were so in love...I thought...and so adorable together..until..."
She snarls some. "A new engineer came aboard...Jill Dower..she and Li became friends rather quickly...very quickly...so much so i began to make Aria uncomfortable...so round one of this little triangle war began..."
"Li of course claimed it was all innocent...but as time went on Aria grew more and more uncomfortable...after all Li was vowing to give her his heart in marriage..."
Valkriss shook her head. "So I had a little 'Wall to Wall' Counseling with him in the mess hall...and it seemed like that settled it. He supposedly..I thought cooled his friendship with /her/ and devoted his feelings primarily to Aria...as he should..."
"So they were married...and we came out here to the Large Magellanic Cloud, the Pilgrim suffered some damage and had to be repaired....to accommodate our mission...the bulk of the crew was assigned to a Romulan survey cruiser while I took charge of a skeleton crew to oversee the repairs to the Pilgrim..." She growled...
"Apparently I missed the whole second round of the nonsense I thought was already settled!" She shook her head. "Scuttlebutt began to circulate....Ann Boyd's ridiculous show continued to show that the triangle was still alive and well..."
"When they returned to the Pilgrim..Ilya and I went to go cheer up Aria only to discover she and Li had been separated over this very same issue again....Li still had not given up his friendship with this Human Hussie who might have feelings for him...and Aria was STILL in pain..."
"I do not think we cheered her up much...and there was little time for me to 'talk' to Li once more after the Pilgrim redeployed..."
She smirks "That is until an opportunity presented itself tonight...after the crew was subjected to a Radiation field that inhibited the verbal off switch...and were eventually cured by an adjustment to the fields I made it a point to meet up with Mister Li in the Turbolift for a ....conversation...."
"I told him that his friendship with his human harlot was hurting Aria..and if Dower had feelings for him....he was hurting her as well for being a coward and committing neither fully to his marriage or to Jill" She snarled darkly and smirked wolfishly.
"I went on to explain that this was going to get worse if he did not choose and soon...if he truly loved Aria...he must be honest with this to the hussie. If he choose Jill..he must be honest with this fact and tell Aria and then let her GO and he had to do so soon before this escalated any further...."
She sighed. "He sort of crumbled at my feet after I let him go and he ...cried...for some time..." She shook her head in mild disgust.
"He then swore to me his heart was devoted to Aria...and vowed to fix this...AGAIN" She snarled darkly. "So I dropped him off on the deck at the mess hall..and the little weasel scurried off to find her..."
"You know if it had gotten worse and he had slept with her...I would've had to /kill/ him..." She sneered some and added ".../Metaphorically/ speaking of course.."
Another muted angry and frustrated cry from behind her and a muffled crash, made her look over her shoulder and call back. "Are you not yet ready to go to sick bay? I said I would carry you..."
She chuckled at what had to be a reaction to an off screen obscene gesture. She looked back to the screen smiling her happy bloody smile..
"In all honesty...I believe Aria would be better off without the little weasel, I want her to be happy and this...all of it...she does not deserves this. She deserves someone who will respect her and treat her like a princess."
Valkriss shakes her head. "She requires a strong and devoted heart to love her...and Li...fails to make the cut..."
"and if she does take him back....well then Dower dodged a bullet..."
She licks way some of the blood from her lips. "I just wish for her a stable and happy relationship."
"She deserves it..."
"..Computer..end log..."
[Log Ends]
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