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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Jan 1, 2021 23:11:01 GMT -5
Stardate 91357.31 A private room situated on a Gabriel-Class vessel.
The room was filled for the majority with hotshot, veteran and plainly cocky-for-the-sake-of-being-cocky pilots, one of those pilots being a a year out of the academy Alex. The young Irishman rocking the slicked back hair and fife o'clock stubble sat in his chair chatting up some poor girl serving drinks as one of his friends was poking him.
Kanga: "So when will we finally see those sweet Irish lips blab on about being thankful to be on this ship and wish everybody the best year possible." The fellow ensign kept poking Alex asking the same questions. Kanga: "Well come on you've been hyping this for atleast 3 fucking months, if you lied I'm gonna hate you forever you know? Could've used that pretty mouth on something else."
Alex stopped the stereotypical flirting of a young fighter pilot to answer that question.
Alex: "Fuck you Van, we both know you missed that chance during the academy when I was trying to dance with your reflection. And if you must know the speech will come.... Just need the oldtimers to get drunk enough to listen to what the best best pilot they've ever known has to say."
Kanga: "The best pilot they've ever known got passed up by a drunk Irish guy singing that ancient song Gold by something something ballet.... Trust me Al" *Kanga looked at Alex with her bright blue eyes* "I think they are ready for the torment you've promised us."
Alex stared back at her with a playful look in his eyes, the kind of look present day Alex hasn't shown in public in a long long time....
"Well Vanessa if I didn't know you any better I would have thought you wanted me to kiss you right now." *Alex played with the bright purple dyed hair* "Wearing my favourite colour... wearing that dress of that fateful night....." Kanga playfully moved Alex's hand away and motioned him to just stand up already and be a big boy. Alex took the hint and took Kanga's hand, he kissed the top slowly let go of it as he stood up. Once upright the ensign picked up his glass and instead of tapping it with a piece of cutlery he raised his voice.
"Alright you bastards." Alex waited till he had everyone in the room's attention. "A year ago I finished the academy and joined your sorry asses in the fabulous ranks of the fighter pilots.... I am sure most of you, if not all regretted telling command you had the spare bunks for me and my wingwoman Vanessa 'Kanga' Rew here. Stay with me while I pour out my best wishes and luck of the Irish charm on all of you old coots..... In a mere matter of weeks since I joined up we played volleyball...... and you bastards didn't even let the new guy win. You're a bunch of assholes, the worst of the worst and above all else the best crew a young, naive ensign like me could wish for." Alex raised his glass higher. "So this is to you. The ugly sons of bitches, daughters of gigolos and everything between that. May we have many more years for me to bully you back."
The crowd all laughed and raised their glasses, one of the pilots providing a quick heckle. "You're landing tonight was just as poor as the day you kissed our flightdeck with the shuttle!"
Everybody downed their glasses and Alex leans into Kanga.
"Happy my queen? Your humble servant did as promised."
Vanessa kissed Alex on the cheek. Kanga: "If you remain a good boy we will do the traditional thing once it hits new year here."
Alex smirked and winked at Kanga. "I already have plans with that waitress over there, but I'll find a spot in my agenda."
The two laugh as their drinks get repoured. Once the two had full glasses they'd clinck against each other. Alex: "To us! May the fun never end." Kanga responded "And may the idiot forever regret saying he is the best pilot ever"
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Sept 29, 2021 20:24:51 GMT -5
Personal log.....stardate I won't even bother with.
*in the background Alex can be heard playing on his guitar while faintly in the background singing can be heard*
I'd say being an XO fits me more or less, perhaps commaning a ship of my own would suit me better, but I can't and won't complain learning the ropes from Elizabeth. She made me realise that for a well working machine you shouldn't always be using the manual that comes with it, she desn't adhere to standard Starfleet protocols and other unwritten, but wildly accepted practices that comes with being in command of a starship.....but she gets the job done....and even manages to rally the crew behind even the most pointless of tasks.... I won't lie..... I look up to Elizabeth, but don't start thinking I never have anything negative to say about her. She doesn't always inform me of certain actions, ideas or hunches she has.... Sure the captain has the final say on what we do and where we go, but informing....asking for opinions.. what's the use of a XO then except for having someone deal with duty rosters.
*Alex plays some as he thinks*
I also had to deal with insubordination towards Elizabeth and scream.... All I will say about it is came from both a corner I didn't expect and did expect. The person in question has always been a kind of eniqma to me, but that is something that I like about him....and hate him for....I do have to say, I respect him more now. I don't know of he is becoming more like himself or he reflects his wife unfiltered, fuck if I care, but I like it.... I might even invite him to a guys night out. In some ways he reminds me of who I am, should be or was, I don't know... but he reminds me of a version of me. A less fun having version of me...sure....but a version of me none the less. "fuck you" Both words I respect and codemn in my position, the reason why I agree with, but when, how and the way he said it I can't agree with, maybe with rank I lost that sense of talking about the....technically higher ups....but fuuuuuccck commend him for the balls he showed to who he showed them too, there are only three I know of who dared to do so....and i am one of them on personal grounds.... Anyways for now I am using him for personal gains...in a way.... I am using him as a way to check on Elizabeth that I can't look into anymore, he can reach those spots I can't reach anymore, he can see those corners I willingly can't see anymore, he can sense what I can't sense no more....I hope...
*PLays some more*
From my position I also realised again how many different personalities there are within out own crew, the views of our doctor rival Elizabeths views, and mine...but to a lesser degree I think. The doctor takes a hard turn at a place where I think there can be some adjustments, the docotr is a force to be felt as soon as she reaches the right spot.... I just hope to be on the right side when it happens. All of that goes to the counselor as well, she just needs to realise the weight she can carry than the weight she thinks to carry, none the less.... I'd be the first to listen to her, don't know if it is because of the bond we share.... my feelings for her or the fact I am one of the few who knows what she can do. Our head pilot, she is handeling thnings as I expect, the same like me the first time I was in her position....maybe slightly better because I have been guiding her, unlike my predecessors... For her I'd say she should let her voice been known to someone else than Elizabeth, if she were to direct her voice better towards me, the doctor and the chief of security when needed she'd come a long way.... if she left some of her stories back since nothing can be learnt even better...inmstead she should ask what I or another senior officer have experienced that can be compared to now...or in general.... We know you miss your boyfriend, you don't think I miss Zoé? Miss my sister or seanathair? Fool....love can be.....however real it feels...be temporary. Speaking of love I have been seeing Annika a lot... we are going steady, I'd say we are an item, maybe a good way to show how different kind of backgrounds can merge? Every time I see her face I ask Sophia if she would approve, for now she does...I won't say much further about Annika since it is too soon, but I have informed my sister she can hold back the girls I should meet. Finally there is our head scientist... I like her a lt, she is innocent to the field she is in, she is still trying to find her footing to where she is comfortable with, with the right guidance she can reach it... If it is me, good, I know who I want her on my own crew when it is so far, but for now she needs to realise the potential she has... both on a professional field and outside.... in my former years I would've tried to share a bed with her with a few nights....she is the right type I would've targeted.
*Alex plays some more as he slowly loses what he wants to say.*
Fuck me, if I had the time I'd be performing infront of the Tarmac or the the Antenna back on the citadel... or hell Murphies back on the citadel, I miss Zoë, not gonna talk anything around it, that little tyke is mine, I will o through hell and its fury just to secure a life for her, I am micromanaging her life, but unlike my athair I want to have her own choice in direction she grows up, I will just try and get her tom ignore my line of work and have her focus on Sophia's..... I feel science would be good for her,m but I think she will follow her flawed father's path. I am scared that she will suffer the sins of her father...one of the few more spiritual things I believe...... May Zoë never have to suffer the same amount of ghost lights I have. At times it feels like I experience the ghost lights ever since the Napoleanic wars... both world wars one and two...and the Eugenic wars.... I just hope Zoë will only experience the sins her father comitted and not what her forebears comitted, I know my own list will be plenty..... Zoë let it be known...if you ever listen t these logs, I have always acted, done and thought with you in the back of my mind, you deserve a better life than I ever did. I love you and will make sure you get as few as setback as possible while growing into the person you are. Remember family first closely follwoed by the federation and then alliances.....and don't be an idiot, for it is a fool who doesn't think his or her family is her crew.
Computer end log.
*when the log ends Alex also stops playing his guitar for a while*
This might be my worst log yet....bar the log I made the first time I was near Andoria......Romulan ale shouldn't be illegal, Andorian should.... *Alex double facepalms for a moment* Don't worry I have all the time in the galaxy to show you the Sharpe maneuvre. *Alex steps away from any residual recording there is to be with Annika..*
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Sept 29, 2021 21:20:27 GMT -5
Alex stares at recording of Zoë as he records this.
"Zoë as I amrecording this I am starng at images of you walking in England, muttering words that form sentences the majority of it asking where your mathair is and where I am..... Your mathair has passed away protecting yoy due to bad commands I gave while on duty.... Despite the time that has passed I remember every day Lost your mathair and in a way I lost you, for that very same day I became convinced you should be as far away as possible. At the time of recording you are with your aunt Bethany, I owe much to her as I can only imagine you as well... She was my source of inspiration when I had none, she was the voice of reason when all I had could spout hate and above all else she had my corner whatever I dealt with. You are growing up with an older cousin that you could count as a deirfiúr...
As I am seeing the vids your aunt sends me I have but one regret, that is not being there when you reach the major milestones, I hope to be there when you reach your next. You have always been the reason my eyes grow larger when I see the rose that you are, growing and greying and becoming more and more the reason why my eyes are staring at the rose that is in bloom, when the light hits the gloom on the grey when it happens.
Fuck me I am being to poetic than I am used to.... Your great seanaithair taught me a great many a lessons while growing up, I have written them as I can remember from heart and added as a text note to this vid... Maybe they be of as great as guidance to you as they have been to me.... ofocurse I hope I will have taught you them in person and that the text logs will be redundant. *Alex shows a bunch of stuff that interests him and what he thinks would interest Zoë as the loog ends its near.*
As you can see you athair was one of the biggest nerds around and ashamed of it, let you be not ashamed and willing to go the extra mile.
Zoë..... I ahve added a bunch of things your mathair would've like you to see....Her youth....the time I was with her and the time you were with her however short it may have been,,,, She loved you more than me...and I am not mad because I felt the same.... you are bornb out of pure love and the both of us were convinced you are destined for great things.... I have also added a bunch of pictures of our me and your mathair during the years so you get a better understanding f who we were, yiu'll find that your mathair was the most beautiful beings I have ever had then priviledge of laying eyes on. You ever every right to knowing who your tuismitheoirí(parents) were and what they wanted to become at that time...... Your mathair always was sure of what to ensure of would you could do..... Have her resolve.......
Aithair out.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Jan 24, 2022 22:43:27 GMT -5
Alex sat in a small barbershop setting waiting for his barber to come back from the backroom. The barber returned adjusting his flat cap as goes to sit on a small, movable stool. "It's been ages son, you're starting to look like a grey haired Jesus who is sick of everyone asking him to cure their diseases." The old, thin stubbled with moustache man spoke.
Alex: "Yeah I know James, well hey it isn't aleast half as bad as when I went more traditional viking metal long hair... Well good news is I am finally listening to what you've been telling me for ages and cut the manes away and keep it that way."
James replied: "Are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?"
Alex: "Oh yeah sorry James, I am thinking about something like bed hair?"
James nodded and on the mirror a bunch of bed hair styles are displayed on Alex's head so he could browse. after a shortwhile Alex made his choice "I'll have this one James."
James nodded and began his work. "So tell me son what's new with you? Last time I saw yo, you were in mourning." Alex: "In a way I still am, but I am getting over it with help...well help in a way. You know how it goes right? New assignment, new people, new chances. Even a promotion of sorts, Currently the XO of a ship and am learning a lot." James: "That's good to hear son, so who is helping you out....in a way" Alex: "A bunch of people there's Inara and Anika and well Elizabeth you know... Before you say anything old man, it is just a coincidence they are all women." James: "Be careful who you call old man son, or else these tired hands might slip up.... Tell me about Inara and Anika?" Alex: "Inara... How can I describe her? She's our....advisor of sorts and I like her way more than I should and she knows without me saying anything or her telling me... I liked her before she helped me, but nowadays..." Alex tilts his head pursing his lips till James forcibly readjusted the head right
James: "You like her way more than you should? Son you're not married again are you son? This sounds familiar." Alex remains silent for a brief moment "James...I learned okay? And not it is any of your business, but I am not married, not planning to and go to hell for saying that." James smirked as he continued his work "Now my boy you know I don't like that language, so behave now or I will show age. Alright so mister likes Inara a lot, so let me guess... You and Anika are a thing." Alex remained silent and James smirked further. "Son, you are an idiot of the first, second and third degree." Alex: "Yes." James: "Alright what about work? XO you said? Mister is finally becoming a big wig like he always fantasised about since joining Starfleet." Alex: "Alright old man, you and me both know that ain't the truth." James: "Yeah right, just like I don't remind you of your granddads best friend. But come on what are you up to?" Alex: "We are tasked with many different missions which I assume leads up to one major mission and it is finding myself again and adapting, especially looking at the situation from the place I am now compared to when I just started and were in my prime within the fighter" James: "You barely passed 30 and are already talking about being past your prime, I am still your damn barber and I am thrice and some change of what you are. So finding yourself, you off doing them soulsearching?" Alex: "No.... Remember what i've been till priority change on the Provinces? How I was till I met captain Byrne? Well since the new posting I feel him....me.... that part of me returning and infusing it with who I aim to be and pretended to be. James: "Ugh so a new personality change huh? That the reason for the haircut?"
James continues his work as he abuses his position and forcibly moves the head in the right angles to cut.
Alex: "No, I am just finally growing up and taking responsibility and try to make my way upwards through Starfleet so I can make my own changes." James: "So what does mister want to change? Don't tell me that your president dream is still there." Alex: "I Can't help it Archer is a hero each and every officer should aspire to! But, yes.... There should be more transparency between what duties are performed and the public, I'd atleast lower the time before reports become public and try to ensure that there is more oversight over departments, not saying civilian, but more oversight, preferably a mix between Starfleet and civilian electees. Let's just say when I make captain I will only request civilian advisors or counselors, they can provide a more grounded base than the Fleet trained. I still rather get helped by a fleet trained, but the oversight and different viewpoint gives a more varried view to think and act by." James: "You got my vote son, but first make sure that your own crew and people come first yeah? The changes you want to make seem drastic." Alex: "I am starting with a position often overlooked by brass. Like I said I want an advisor that is a civilian, the fleet side advice should come from the XO and security or tactical or special forces when onboard. The best results are gotten when you have multiple views on a certain topic and adjust on it." James: "This is above what I care for, but good on you."
James does the final touches. James: "So what are you planning for the near future?" Alex: "Talk with higher ups and get a better view of the situation, try and expess concerns from a moral standpoint and work on my dealings with the crew as a higher up myself. James: "Noble enough....like my effort here"
Alex examines the results "Dead on point old man. James: "Good now remember I used paste, not gel, not wax and like hell I used one of them newer products on the market."
Alex got up and nodded "Noted old man. Computer freeze program. Just like home.... Computer save and account for time passed within holo."
Computer: "Program saved and time noted."
Alex: "Thank you computer, computer end program."
The scene changes from the barbershop into the closet room sized holodeck of the Banshee
Alex: "One of the greatest marvels we have produced...."
Alex then made his way towards the brig while unbuttoning and unzipping his uniform jacket, the scene transistions to the GIg timeslot event of 17-01-2022 Attachments:
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Apr 9, 2022 21:21:14 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1AkOq1_c-Y
"Dear Bethany,
I don't know if you get this letter or if I receive any reply back, but we are at war in the LMC. Not just a cold war we have grown used to, but a full out war. I don't know what I can say, or what I want to say, but don't expect me home any time soon. Unlike the Iconian war where I was just a fighter pilot I now have command over one of the finest crews out there, but I don't feel worthy enough to command them. I have accepted my own fate whatever that might be, but I don't accept anything less than a long and happy life for each and everyone of them, but I have accepted that some of them won't live long enough to remember names by. I know I should be ashamed to accept that, but it is a reality I have grown to know and tolerate and we aren't even 3 weeks into the war. Beth, I love you, always have, so please don't change no matter what you hear or feel, stay the same for Zoë and for me when I return, it is your arms I look forward to most when I finally return back home. I will keep writing to you in the vain hope of reaching you, but have little faith of it reaching, like I said previously I don't know if I wil get any word back, but please write back whenever you can. Send news of home, send news of the LMC front if you get any. Just sent anything even if it is just a picture of you, Zoë and Alanna.
Love as always,
Alexander Sharpe."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on May 30, 2022 20:49:31 GMT -5
link
Dear Bethany,
I know you won't get this letter back home, but I will send it none the less. The war for now has gone favourably to us, but I can't help but question when our luck runs dry. I mean me and the ship I serve on have experienced more than we could handle and have nearly fared in unscathed. That would be unfair to the men and women we have lost. I have lost 25 thus far, all have been lost without me ordering such, so there is gonna be hell to pay to the Tanausean bastards. These 25 fine people have been lost to the galaxy as we know it, but worst of all these 25 souls could never fulfill their lives to the fullest, I may not know their names by their faces, but I know their names by theirs deeds, in turn I will never forget their deeds, their names, their contributions to the Federation and LMC.
I have lost myself on multiple occasions, I don't know exectly how I managed to find my way back except for one occasion. We were attacked by the Tanauseasn bastards and somehow our minds got attacked, it let out the wolf. I am ashamed he got so far despite my best efforts, he still managed to control me almost fully, it wasn't until Razzor managed to pull me back. Elizabeth has the same talent you and Byrne hold, you know how to calm me by just a touch without using telepathy or some other kind of mental wizard bullshit. Despite this I know I have followed the path so long and have weatherd the tide. Through everything, I carried on and it has hardened my hide, at last it is starting to fade one of the oldest pain I know. These lines upon my brow aren't beckoning me yet.
*Alex takes a break from the letter and has a smoke as he thinks to himself* "I can hear the drums in the distance....the discord in the air.... I won't needlessy panic her further.... Start about An and Stacey? No! My faith in the crew? Yes!" Alex resumes the letter as he takes a sip of his raktajino*
If I can be proud of one thing, it is my crew. Across the savage skies and through the fissures in the fields. The rumble of the engines and the trundle of the wheels. Through hell and horrors trudge, their spirits never yield. I won't name names, but each and everyone of them has performed way above expectations Some lesser than others and others above the rest, I have grown to appreciate each and everyone for their strengths and short comings, their personalities and actions. They are mine and mine alone. I will lead them to battle, I will lead them to victory, I will lead them to victory over the Dark!
As much my mind is focused on battle, my mind is to home, you, Allana, Zoë, Apollo and seanatheir are in my mind. Each and every one of you have a piece to my sanity. In each and every on of you I place my faith, I can't lose myyself when I know all of you still believe in me. I am serious Beth, I need to hear, need to read your words before all is too late. I miss you, your guidance and your ability to ground me, such ability I hope you instil in Zoë and Allana, Tell me how they are performing at school. If need be I can record a visual to reinforce our views. Anything to help and I need everything you can give to keep me off the war.
I haven't been able to send as much as I like at this moment, but I shared enough for you to understand and hope to receive more than you can send.
Love as always,
Alex
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Jun 6, 2022 20:47:23 GMT -5
Alex sits in his quarters, in the background some noise can be heard, but nothing one can identify by. alex starts up his padd to start his log. "Seriously I can't have like 5 minutes without you making noise?!." Alex starts his log*
"Personal log, stardate [REDACTED].
I don't even know why I give a stardate anyway, it is gonna be redacted anyway..... It is in moments like these I still find the time to find humour in these trying times. We are working hard, annoyed our fair share of enemy ships and even better, we have found our fair share of admirals to annoy both sides of the war. The ego-centric fighter pilot in me wants to announce it was me in all of the raids we have done so far far, however the duty-bound side of me realised it is for the best we remain unknown to them for now...unknown...funny word that..... I get this feeling our main stooge of an admiral knows the captain...or atleast knows of-----well, certainly knows of ever------invaded the ship lonesome and I am sure kicked their prized pet....but not sure of that."
Alex pauses the log.
"Come on give me time to record this log! We have more than enough time to..."
The log continues
"I feel myself slipping, I am becoming more ruthless, more like him.... The wolf is returning, the Iconian war wasn't enough... The battle for the LMC has begun and he wants to return.... I can't let him....not on this crew...they don't deserve him....they are too good for him, even Sentry is too good for him. His fury, eternal painful longing. It grows inside me like a raging storm, like a burning, a blaze in my heart.... However I keep going, my will, my wish to see it all is brighter than it's future. I will fight it like it is a Tanausan infront of me. I will give it my all.When I sleep I see my ancestors, I can see the Sharpe's aginst Napoleon, the Sharpe's who stood with the crown when Ireland was separated and I can se the Sharpe's during the Irish reunification and after it. If there is one thing I can learn from this.... i will never surrender, not till my revolution sets me free...and my revolution ends with the end of the empire, the end of dark! My realization may come from a bitter place and a broken dream, but I will leave it all behind! On this day, everything has come to life, to chase a dream, a chance to feel alive!
Enough self motivation for now.... Soph, I pour myself another again. I followed you down to the river bend, I am here at the fighting end. I try to wash the poison from my skin, I am trying to be whole again. I flew up with a silver wing, past where the sirens sing, I tried to warm me up with nova's glow, I let me drop to the grounds below... But I haven't felt a thing, not a change, not a drop of change that makes me believe otherwise....well doesn't make me believe like you do..in god....or a god... It, however made me believe in my crew. No matter whom, no matter where I believe, in my people."
a few moments of silence happen.
"Yeah, I believe in my people. End log"
link Alex finds himself in a situation where he has to keep his quarters like he inteded despite two dfferent female influences.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Jul 13, 2022 20:12:00 GMT -5
((This is during the slipstream at the end of the 11/07/2022 Banshee event)) linkAlex sits in the captain's chair as the Banshee is darting off to some destination within Tannausion space.
"Dear Beth,
As I am writing this we are in the thick of enemy space on maybe one of our most daring missions yet. I won't say what, but consider it vital to the war effort for morale, intel, morals and hurting the enemy even further than before. We are being beaten, but as seanathair told us, it is not about how hard we can hit, it's about how hard we can get hit and keep moving forward. How much we can take and keep moving forward. I can tell you this much, we are moving forward and we are moving forward with even greater conviction than before. For a politician that man is way too wise, but that has always been part of his charm no?
Speaking of seanathair, how is the old man doing? Is he still busy rebuilding that bike? I can imagine him boring my poor banphrionsa with all the technical knowhow and the like. He did the same to me and you afterall. I could use the good news from home, we still aren't sure if you get our messages and sure as fuck we aren't receiving anything from your end. You are showing me to Zoë right? The poor girl should recognise her athair when he finally finds his way back home again even when he can't recognise himself."
Alex takes a few deep breaths as he his lost in thought while bridge chatter is a go before he starts writing again.
"Beth, I won't lie to you, never could despite me writing to you. You just always knew when something was troubling me. I am considering resigning my commision and try to make a life back home on Earth or find some colony to start anew. Now don't get me wrong. I treasure every moment, every experience, ups, downs and everything in between. However I feel that my time is slowly coming to an end here. I have done what I wanted, done what is needed, but have I done what I required, done what is just and have I truly given it my all? becoming a Starfleet officer is all I ever dreamt of ever since mathair and athair told us about their adventures as bedtime stories.
I left home at sixteen, found a house with cadets at seventeen and finally joined up at eighteen. I have done more and seen more than our parents and I have done a lot of dark stuff. Beth, as you know, I believe in the sins of the father, tell me honest. Have I done enough good for Zoë to be not effected when she is an adult? Because of me she lost her mathair, because of me she isn't growing up with her athair. Please tell me. "
Alex remained silent in deep thought as he saved the letter, but doesn't send it.
"Logh dom Zoë, ba chóir dom a bheith déanta níos fearr"
Alex said to himself as he refocuses on the mission as he deletes the mail.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Aug 2, 2022 6:59:01 GMT -5
"Personal log, Stardate [REDACTED]
Good day ladies and gentlemen, live from some balcony on a world known as Yisa....It's me and my thoughts again!"
Alex cringed at himself for doing that and then takes a sip from his drink as he soaks up some of that Yisa sun.
"Since the start of my mandatory R&R I have been questioning my place in Starfleet....Should I stay or should I go? Accept the offer to teach at the academy once we have a stable connection and way back home again.... Well after talking to captain Talia...Counselor Dira....Nine..... and thinking back of our last engagement where I [REDACTED] What else can I say? I like talking to pictures and I hear their voices..... That makes me sound a bit too mental.... Anyway, I have made my decision to stay, I have messaged Talia as promised, told Elizabeth in person and sent my polite refusal to the academy in the vain hope they will receive it."
Alex sips again and thinks a moment.
"The wound in my heart, the guilt in my soul, both patrons of ill grief..... They are now a chapter now closed. I faced my past a while ago, met a....friend lost in the darkness... His hate, my confussion.... they were like a crossing of blades, they unified our fates. The day after his.....demise I vowed to do better, the day Sophia died, I vowed to do better, in our small respite during the war, I vow to do better. My time isn't over and it won't be over till peace has restored and the LMC is free. I will ask my sister if she is willing to live on the Citadel once communications are back up. Knowing Zoë is closer to heart should do good for me...and her being near her deirfiúr Cynna would be good for both."
Alex starts smoking a cigarette as he kept on drinking
"Sometime going all the way is just a start... I hope these words ring true, for I am going all the way now to secure a future for my own.....be it Starfleet, Dawn alliance or my children, both blood and morality. Cynna, Ashali and Zoë.... forgive me for not being there for you, but know I am out there in the shit for you. End log."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Oct 2, 2022 21:13:50 GMT -5
Alex sat in his office, the lights were completely turned off except for the light of his padd providing for dramatic lighting.
"personal log, stardate [REDACTED]
Earth month of [REDACTED] has started and I am recording this in my office while in the darkness..... For some reason during this month we endure the strangest of events....well strange....er than usual in the LMC. I remember being a ghoul, getting shot dead in a collective dream and well getting stabbed in the heart by a skimpily glad [REDACTED].... The last one was almost straight out of them old horror movies...but I was the bad guy and [REDACTED] was the heroine of the story."
Alex shook his and then took a sip of his drink while somehow keeping the dramatic lighting on his eye and eyepatch.
"I Don't know what this tour will bring...but if we make it.... I remember the parties to be a killer. I mean...when else does one dress like Shawn Michaels and a Klingon is dressed like Triple H.... or you get cac bat ar meisce(bat shit drunk) while wearing Napoleonic era clothes.... Outside of Risa ofcourse....almost anything is possible there. Me and the captain have been talking and we agreed on outfits to wear and got to say... I am curious how she will rock that blond horseshoe moustache. All I know for sure is that"
Alex does his best Randy Savage impression
"Hulkamania is like a single grain of sand in the sahara desert that is Macho madness. Ooooooh yeah end log."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Jan 9, 2023 22:02:26 GMT -5
Somewhere during the long runabout trip Alex found a moment to be more or less alone with his thoughts and decides to write a letter.
"Dear Beth,
I know it has been too long since I wrote or sent something to you as I sign I am still alive. So now before you kill me as soon as you, assuming that you get this letter in the first place, I was afraid. Afraid that you never got any messages I sent."
As Alex was thinking on what to write further he looked at the different faces he shared his ride with untill his gaze was stuck on Taly for a few moments before turning back to his PADD.
"I was afraid untill I had a good heart to heart talk with someone close to me that made me push to write again and follow my own advice. A lot as happened over the course of the war. I know have said it before, but I will say it again, we are making progress. Noticeable progress, crews, ships all the fleets, the alliance working as one well oiled machine. It is a true sight to behold and I have never been more proud of the people I am serving with.
Despite all good feeling I may have for now while being here are ofcourse overshadowed by me not seeing Zoë for almost a year, not seeing you and seanathair and the rest of match up of families. As soon as I can I will return home and tell and show what I can, but most of all I will be back where I belong when I don't serve. I miss our talks that last from dusk till dawn, I miss seanathair teaching us life lessons, which he clearly never learned himself." Alex hehed as he inner monologued his letter.
"Riding the bikes with the old man and causing havoc wherever he decided to go, always following his heart as he said it." Alex had a slight smile as he stared off into the distance some as he recalls memories. "What I miss most are our family gatherings where we do nothing but roast athair, do nothing and then all together watch Portsmouth play and see the glimmer in your eye wishing you were either as brave as our seanathair or as idiotic as me while seanathair and I are engulfed by the game. I have found a new family to try and share that, but there are few I would wish to do the same with as what we do."
Alex is now expressionless as he stared somewehere else in the confines of the runabout.
"Remember the ancient song that the old man taught us? Over the hills and far away. I will let you in a secret, yes I have secrets even from you, that song has stuck with me ever since day one of fighter training. That song helped me through engagements, through the Iconian war and well honestly any time I had to scare your boyfriends. Don't tell Alanah that, I am still her fun uncle untill she starts dating. Like I said, I don't know if you receive this, I certainly don't get anything from home, but keep writing okay? Anyways, I love you dear sister."
Alex holds off pushing send till he sees Taly again and then sends it with a slight smile.
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