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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Sept 23, 2016 11:49:04 GMT -5
USS Sentinal Lieutenant (jg) Val Stingray - Science Officer
Stardate : 9/23/16
:: CODE AUTH: Stingray-Mike Six
:: COMMAND: ENCRYPT LOG
:: COMMAND: LOCAL ONLY LOG, DO NOT TRANSMIT TO STARFLEET
Val ques up and smiles at the screen. She is working with something on the table, little parts of a plush animal being stitched together. "So! I have a little time to indulge in a new hobby. I'm a going to make someone I like their own little pony. Heh, I hope he likes it. I hope he doesn't think I'm being too childish. When Alton mentioned he was talking to a shirt that got me to think that maaaybe he needed something more to talk too. Kind of like how I talk to Elusive plush form when I'm in the science lab." She looks away as someone talks in the background. With a mock laugh, "Ha-ha, you're so funny. Let me finish my log."
"So balancing something manly and yet adorable. Thats tough; I never really made something for a guy before. Maybe he'll like this,or probably stuff it far into his locker where it'll never see the light of day again. Eh, I don't care, the reason I want to this is to give him something from me. A little gift to make up for putting my foot in my bother the other night while at the star base. I got so excited I almost forgot that we already had a first date. Ugh, how embarrassing, i'm sure he thinks I"m a totally whack job now." Val frowns as she sews for a few minutes. A pixilated silver pony begins flying around the screen. It resembles an eight bit sprite from games of yore. Val looks up from her work and laughs softly. "Oh Elusive... anyway, so I'm making a pony for Alton. Nothing like what I got, something tough looking. Since I'm sure he'll beat up his detractors I'm not too worried about him getting made fun of.
"Oh Alton-senpai, noctice me!" Elusive voice could be head coming from the computer speaker. Val sputters and points a finger at the screen, "oh come on, let me finish." A mischievous laugh and the pixilated pony darts off the screen. Val lets out a big sigh, "Anywaaay, Alton gets a pony. Something of an apology and something for him to think about me when we're off working on different assignments. I hope he likes it. So, back to work and I'll let everyone know how it went." Val gathers up her project and begins movign to another part of the room. "Computer end log."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jan 10, 2017 13:12:42 GMT -5
USS Sentinal
Lieutenant (jg) Val Stingray - Science Officer Stardate : 1/10/17 :: CODE AUTH: Stingray-Mike Six :: COMMAND: ENCRYPT LOG :: COMMAND: LOCAL ONLY LOG, DO NOT TRANSMIT TO STARFLEET
Val opens the log, looking rather haggard. She groans softly as she pushes her sweaty bangs to one side making a matted mess. "I need to log this before it gets to late and I chicken out. Had a bad dream, no, a nightmare. Not the same one I use to have about the Borg dragging back to the collective." Val pauses as she stares off into space, then shivers. "I don't know if it was a dream or did I something happen. No, no, I know nothing happen. I would think I'd be getting a different reaction by now. Ugh..." She rubs her face with her hand. "C'mon Val, just spit it out."
She moves away from the screen and comes back with one of her pony collection, a pink one. "Okay, the nightmare was about me loosing control. Some how I had the power, or I reach too far with my telepathy... and bad things started to happen. Its all disoriented images in my head. I don't know if I was dreaming of doing things to people or I was seeing things being done by people." She sighs and buries lowers her face. "I thought I recognized the people, but then again, I don't think I they were images of memory fragments. Everything happen so quick." She squeezes her eyes tight, the rubbing at them with the back of her hand. "I think it might have been triggered about my conversation with Elusive about pushing myself again. What she says is right, but I'm afraid too. She brings up a good point about me I may be letting it effect me in other parts of my life. That could be the case, I'm comfortable right now. I don't see a need to start working harder where I am at now." She sighs, "but if I don't grow. I'll stagnate. I grow I might, I don't know, something bad might happen and I don't want to have that on my conscience."
"I'm so disappointed in myself right now. I thought I had a better grip on this, but one innocent conversation and I start fearing the worse." She frowns. "I suck..."
She looks up as a voice calls out to her. She wipes her eyes with the pony and bounces up. "Oh hey, Elusive... Oh I just had a bad dream. Nothing to worry about." She taps on the computer console to end the log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on May 3, 2017 11:06:59 GMT -5
USS Sentinal
Lieutenant Val Stingray - Science Officer Stardate: 94937.72 :: CODE AUTH: Stingray-Mike Six :: COMMAND: ENCRYPT LOG :: COMMAND: LOCAL ONLY LOG, DO NOT TRANSMIT TO STARFLEET
Log opens with Val sitting there at her desk going through various expressions of embarrassment, anger, and sadness. She starts talking after a few long moments, "I don't know what to feel right now. I want to simply die from embarrassment and I want to blow my neural implants from being pissed off. I feel rotten for letting myself loose control of my telepathic powers and making my crew mates almost get to happy to be with each other. I can't be mad at Alton, because he was trying to be sweet and give me something nice. Of course, I tried to give him something nicer in return, but hey, not like we haven't done that before..." Her eyes drift off screen. "Quit making that face, I'm making this log, not you."
"So yeah, lost control of my telepathy. That left me with a sick feeling in my stomach that's not going away for a while. Hopefully, no one is going to think anything about it, because, hey, I was intoxicated and one of the dangers of that is telepaths might loose control. It's really isn't that unheard of. I remember an incident back in the day onboard Deep Space Nine. I hope no one thinks anymore about it. I don't want to answer questions about my telepathy. Just let those more comfortable with theirs do the telepathic work that might come up. Just leave me with my numbers and science stuff and no one gets hurt - I don't have to look at that mass of fear always lurking over my shoulder." Big sigh, looking off screen again. "I'm too tired to argue with you about it, please. Please, not tonight."
Rubs her the side of her face, "I got to get some rest, I got a lot of apology letters to write." She reaches over to pick up the SPPPADD and the log ends.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 31, 2018 11:15:00 GMT -5
USS Sentinal
Lieutenant Val Stingray - Science Officer
Stardate: 7/31/18
:: CODE AUTH: Stingray-Mike Six
:: COMMAND: ENCRYPT LOG
:: COMMAND: LOCAL ONLY LOG, DO NOT TRANSMIT TO STARFLEET
Val opens the Log. The room seems to be filled with floating lights that dart around exploring. It is even more of a fantasy world now with the additional dancing lights. She is sitting at her desk looking off to the side, talking, "They do make for a nice display. Oh don't worry, I'll tell the Captain and everyone I'm keeping them in my head after things calm down." A pony speaks in the background, Val looks conflicted as she strives for an answer. "You remember Varel took an extreme stance when she thought we were consorting with evil." Pause. "Oh right, when 'I' was consorting with evil. You wouldn't do that; you're the perfect pony." More talking and Val sticks her tongue out. Looking at the monitor, she speaks, "So, I have become Director of the UNITY beacon nanites. They seem to need someone to give them assignments, and I'm all too happy to give them all the work they want. Right now we're focusing on opening the outpost on the third planet in the system we're en route to.
"So this personal log is as much a declaration as it is an explanation. I've been thinking about the UNITY a lot since we discovered their work on Slrian IV. They seem to have put a great deal of effort doing the conflict that devastated this galaxy two million years ago. I'd like to know why, though I think helping their fellow being is the most likely of answers. I'm curious about who they were or are if they still exist. I am hoping to the four deities that they survived like the rest in some form of stasis. My reasons are simple, I suppose, I want to believe that there is a good cybernetic race out there besides the Borg. It is simplistic to think of them as something perfect, no doubt they have their problems, but from what I have seen they have done the goddess work out here and seem to have paid a hefty price for it.
"I'd like to know if everything they did for was for noble reasons. Perhaps in learning their reasons for doing what they did I can learn a little more about my state of being. Sadly, I still view myself as incomplete. That is something the Borg take from you when they butcher your body and reanimate the remains with machine parts. Even my telepathy is only a shell of what it used to be. It not harmonious or beautiful before the incident and there are the other reasons but I won't go into that here."Val sighs wistfully as she looks towards the window of her room, out into the black. "I am hoping that the UNITY or something that remains of them can offer me a personal insight of my state of being. I am Val Stingray, science officer. My soul is still mine, but I wonder if my mind and body will ever be mine again.
"I guess I am being silly and probably selfish for wanting to find this race. I suppose no real discovery is done outside the self-inertest of the searcher. There are a few more hours left before the UNITY systems bring life support online. I need to prepare myself for whatever it is we're going to find down there. I don't' want to get my hopes up too high."
Val realizes she has nothing else to say on the matter and ends the log.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Apr 8, 2019 9:14:30 GMT -5
USS Sentinal
Lieutenant Val Stingray - Science Officer
Stardate: 97268
:: CODE AUTH: Stingray-Mike Six
:: COMMAND: ENCRYPT LOG
:: COMMAND: LOCAL ONLY LOG, DO NOT TRANSMIT TO STARFLEET
Val ques up the computer to begin recording. "So, last night had been an interesting affair. Not often I get called out for being a stupid equine and told to shut up by a member of the junior crew. Veeri deserves to be treated like a simple child because she acts like one. How she ever got Chief of Operation defies the very laws of logic. So I sent a report to the Captain and XO. Hopefully, they do something about her because our Chief Tactical officer seemed reluctant to do anything. Sure, she'll file a report on the incident. Along with the dozens of others, she files every week on every infraction committed by the crew. Granted my faith in her abilities has somewhat been diminished by her very public bigotry towards myself and this current form I hold."
She gives a long sigh. "And here I use to think Starfleet was more open-minded to different variations of lifeforms. Apparently, the conflicts of the last few decades have taken us back several centuries to where we fear anything different from the established norm. Greeeat, and here I thought we were better than this. First I get kicked off the bridge and hidden out of sight less I embarrass the ship. Then the real sock to the gut was another officer gets promoted to Chief Science officer and my time in rank is ignored. Obvious because of this equine thing I'm going through. I didn't ask for it, but it happens and I've made great strides in making it a strength instead of a weakness. That obviously doesn't matter. Not anymore. It looks like its open season on me now because Command doesn't take me seriously anymore. So it makes sense if the idiots on board this ship start act the same way.
"Oh the plus side of things, I had a nice conversation with Ensign Adryan. I really enjoyed it and hope we have more opportunities to talk again. Well, I'm going to go socialize with Ebon Mist. I still need to prepare my request to have her released from confinement so she can socialize with more members of the crew. After all this time, it appears there is a lot more of me in her than the dark. I want to continue building on that foundation, perhaps one day she can become a contributing member of the Federation...
"Provided the current mindset doesn't get in the way."
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