Post by Rear Admiral Arak Verdaan on Nov 26, 2015 12:21:38 GMT -5
USS Alshain NCC-94261 Personal Log
R. Admiral Arak Verdaan - Commanding Officer / Task Force Commander / 22nd Mobile Research Division
[BEGIN LOG]
Arak looked into the camera. He was in the ready room on the USS Alshain. The lights were slightly dimmed, indicating that he was recording at night.
"Personal log, Rear Admiral Arak Verdaan.
We've all got a feeling in our bones about this Iconian war. Everyone I've talked to can sense something looming on the horizon. It's like there's static electricity in the air.
It makes me think of my youth. I grew up on Bajor, during the Cardassian Occupation. My parents were the leaders of the Arak resistance cell in the Musilla province. When I was older, I found out that we carried out more bombings in Musilla than any other group. What can I say, my parents were overachievers.
Anyway, the adults always had that nervousness about them before a raid would start. Maybe it wasn't nervousness exactly... but they were charged up in a way that as a child, I didn't fully understand. But I always knew something was coming. That's how life is right now on the Alshain, on Starbase 33, on the Tempest... every where I go, there's that kind of tension.
When I was old enough, I went to medical school on Bajor. My father joined Starfleet instead of the Bajoran militia and became a Captain by the time I graduated. His ship was lost with all hands, and that's what made me join Starfleet. I had to follow in his footsteps.
My mother protested, for obvious reasons. Eventually she supported my decision, if only because it would have taken me far away from our past on Bajor. Our family was known for destruction. That was the only reputation we had. We built the best bombs, the biggest bombs, the bombs that killed the most Cardassians and collaborator Bajorans. But if I was the chief medical officer on some starship a hundred light years away, I might have a different legacy. My parents might have built weapons, but I wanted to heal people.
So all this is really very ironic."
He looked out the window at the USS Independence-A, which was slowly orbiting Starbase 33. The Mjolnir cannon was bolted onto its deflector array and glowed a faint blue.
"I ran half way across the quadrant to get away from my past. But there is no running; we're all marching toward one inevitable conclusion. I'd like to call it fate, but it was our choices that led us here. We're still building greater bombs to fight greater enemies."
Arak looked out the window again, sighed, and ended the log.
[END LOG]
R. Admiral Arak Verdaan - Commanding Officer / Task Force Commander / 22nd Mobile Research Division
[BEGIN LOG]
Arak looked into the camera. He was in the ready room on the USS Alshain. The lights were slightly dimmed, indicating that he was recording at night.
"Personal log, Rear Admiral Arak Verdaan.
We've all got a feeling in our bones about this Iconian war. Everyone I've talked to can sense something looming on the horizon. It's like there's static electricity in the air.
It makes me think of my youth. I grew up on Bajor, during the Cardassian Occupation. My parents were the leaders of the Arak resistance cell in the Musilla province. When I was older, I found out that we carried out more bombings in Musilla than any other group. What can I say, my parents were overachievers.
Anyway, the adults always had that nervousness about them before a raid would start. Maybe it wasn't nervousness exactly... but they were charged up in a way that as a child, I didn't fully understand. But I always knew something was coming. That's how life is right now on the Alshain, on Starbase 33, on the Tempest... every where I go, there's that kind of tension.
When I was old enough, I went to medical school on Bajor. My father joined Starfleet instead of the Bajoran militia and became a Captain by the time I graduated. His ship was lost with all hands, and that's what made me join Starfleet. I had to follow in his footsteps.
My mother protested, for obvious reasons. Eventually she supported my decision, if only because it would have taken me far away from our past on Bajor. Our family was known for destruction. That was the only reputation we had. We built the best bombs, the biggest bombs, the bombs that killed the most Cardassians and collaborator Bajorans. But if I was the chief medical officer on some starship a hundred light years away, I might have a different legacy. My parents might have built weapons, but I wanted to heal people.
So all this is really very ironic."
He looked out the window at the USS Independence-A, which was slowly orbiting Starbase 33. The Mjolnir cannon was bolted onto its deflector array and glowed a faint blue.
"I ran half way across the quadrant to get away from my past. But there is no running; we're all marching toward one inevitable conclusion. I'd like to call it fate, but it was our choices that led us here. We're still building greater bombs to fight greater enemies."
Arak looked out the window again, sighed, and ended the log.
[END LOG]