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Post by Operative Deacon on Aug 12, 2016 23:48:06 GMT -5
Project Avalon Personal Log
Name: Operative Deacon Current Assignment: USS Sentinel Stardate: After the events of Pilgrim 8/9/2016
Operative Deacon sat in the windowframe of a viewport down in one of the Sentinel's maintenance bays. In his hands, he played around with a little silver pin with the shape of a moon; on the back was the motto of the Avalon field division - virtus junxit non mors separabit. Outside, he had a view of Starbase 220 and the umbilical back to the stardock.
The briefings are still my favorite part. We get to bullshit around like we're tough... right before we're thrown right back into void. There's something nice about that. But here we are, one day afterwards, and it's just me on this ship. At least there's a full team on the Pilgrim. I'm the only one here.
He closed his eyes.
I suppose it hasn't been all that bad. I've actually been enjoying it -- even though I know that, given this crew's history, they'd probably keelhaul me if they knew the truth.
He then sighed and looked back out the window.
At this point, they've probably already loaded the device onto the ship. I told them it was a bad idea, but I knew they'd never drop it. I can't run fast enough to outrun... what's out there.
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Post by Operative Deacon on Aug 24, 2016 16:46:54 GMT -5
Project Avalon Personal Log
Name: Operative Deacon Current Assignment: USS Sentinel Stardate: After the events of Pilgrim 8/23/2016
Operative Deacon sat in his quarters.
Nothing new to report... specifically.
It may sound crazy, but I'm pretty sure that someone... somewhere... just fired up a Watchtower unit. I can almost sense it, like a sort of grinding, at the edge of perception.
Hell, maybe I /am/ crazy.
End log.
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Post by Operative Deacon on Sept 23, 2016 13:15:02 GMT -5
Project Avalon Personal Log
Name: Operative Deacon Current Assignment: USS Sentinel Stardate: After the events of Sentinel 9/11/2016
I'll never forget the first time that I heard the words "Project Avalon." We were on Earth, at Starfleet Headquarters, in some conference room with a view overlooking the Bay. I was there with an officer who I later came to know as "Crucis" -- because we all use codenames, of course. She made the Project sound so noble... which it is, I suppose. We were to be the last line of defense against some of the worst abuses of science. She said that, from time to time, our scientific knowledge outpaces our morality. And during those times, we need people of character who can act as a force of restraint... to ensure that these dangerous discoveries are studied responsibly, and do not fall into the hands of those who would use them to do evil. She recalled Project Genesis, and Shinzon's thalaron radiation. I was sold.
And then, years later, I was tasked with bringing the remains of the M5 Multitronic Unit back to Starbase 33. It was the same M5 unit that, many years ago -- years before my time in fact -- we provided to a certain Dr. Stephanie Rendino for research purposes. The unit itself had been so badly damaged by Captain Talia that there was no way it could function, but we still treated it like it could come alive at any moment.
Imagine if the request was denied, and the M5 sat in a secure vault in Starbase 33 all this time. How many lives would have been saved? To be fair, there was no way that we could have known what would happen when Dr. Rendino took it for her research. But then again, we should have. It was our job, after all. Our one job.
Now it sits in Delta Vault, with all the other artifacts too dangerous to name. It's mostly a symbolic gesture, I suppose, since the device is simply too damaged to cause anyone harm unless you happened to trip over it. It's the same Delta Vault that exists on a "need to know" basis. It's the same Delta Vault that is the subject of so many rumors throughout the Project. I've never seen it -- well, never seen the entire Vault -- but those who have, seem to leave with a certain weight on their shoulders. I don't envy it. Reminds me of a saying from my youth... "he that increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow."
You know, I didn't get to pick my codename. The Admiral gave it to me. He looked me up and down, and then said with a smile: "You'll be called Deacon." I didn't know what it meant until I looked it up. It's from the Greek word "diakonos", which means messenger. Quite literally, it means to "kick up dust", as if you were running back and forth carrying messages from one place to another. Interesting. And it was only until recently that I realized why we need these fake names. Our enemies are numerous. This is why we hide, because this work can only be done from the shadows.
I wish it wasn't that way, but such is life.
[End Log]
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Post by Operative Deacon on Jan 20, 2017 8:30:55 GMT -5
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