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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Oct 22, 2018 1:42:08 GMT -5
" Personal Log, I received orders yesterday. I was to report to the Mjolnir for transport to the USS Pilgrim currently on exploration missions in the Large Magellanic Cloud. I admit the posting pleases me, for it is far from the shadow of my father. However the Pilgrim is in the same battlegroup as two other Magna Roman officers. I cannot help but feel the old Gods of our ancestors are laughing at me. I had intent to report to my father on the Mjolnir, however he made presence felt early as I walked up the grounds of my ancestors here on earth. The surprise led to unfortunate reliving of old argument. I carry a name like a mask, a named tied his and only his, and yet... I do find myself wishing ot honor it. I do understand the logic in his words. Aquila, the name of the Symbol of our people. Yet also a name that bears no clan or past. Like a plebian elevated without a name and given one. The caste system may be gone, the remains of it existing only in names and houses, but to throw off our history for fear of accusations of disloyalty is not something that sits well with me. I will report tommorrow to the Mjolnir. And I will begin to make my name known. That of Marcus Telemachus Aquila, son of Magna Roma."
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Oct 25, 2018 17:13:05 GMT -5
" Personal Log,
Today stood as first day in new position. My department performed unsatisfactory. I shall need to make reparations in lacking discipline. When current situation is resolved, I shall increase drill and education. This ship stands as science vessel, yet that is lacking in excuse for failure.
Supplemental Log,
I met the medicus today, she stands a fetching woman. And seems exemplary in skills. "
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Nov 6, 2018 16:13:05 GMT -5
Personal Log, The crew saved a woman and her two children today from a rather inhospitable planet. They stand as survivors of dishonorable attack according to testimony. I have asked Dr. Delancey to determine if they pose any biological threats to the crew. I stood at post on bridge while majority of senior crew took to planet. A part of me wanted to go with them. But position is better served beside the captain and to the ship.
This T'ghor stands himself a curious fellow. Klingon yet of earth. His Tale of treasured love lost to death sunk heart with imagined sorrow. Perhaps I fall yet lucky to never have held one so dear.
We remain ever watchful while the captain waits orders from starfleet.
Supplemental Log Discussion with Dahlia turned to past. I made admission of misfortunate circumstances preventing betrothal and children. She is easy to broach conversation. Fraternization is however unethical. I need to watch tongue lest it wonder into sharing inappropriate desires. A weakness I am most familiar with falling to.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Nov 14, 2018 15:22:31 GMT -5
Personal Log.
We had review today. I had not been long enough on Pilgrim for proper evaluation of performance. However I proposed cross training of bridge staff to maintain tactical readiness in case of grievous casualty or circumstance. The suggestion seemed to be met well by the Captain. I also inquired as to her willingness to instruct me in proper methods of command. She seemed agreeable to the task. I look forward to first wizened lesson.
The citadel still stands a marvel. Never would I imagine standing on such a place, this far from my home. And yet attention to wondrous environment was severed by pleasant face of beautiful flower. More on that in supplemental log.
Supplemental Log Earth thoughts on roman culture seem to be more accurate than I thought. After drink, Dahlia and I were to theatre. We witnessed a film called " A funny thing happened on the way to the forum". The film was good, seemed to draw on much of Plautus's work. I admit though that time spent with Dahlia could not stand absent enjoyment if Jupiter himself attempted to taunt with waving cock. *audible laughter*. I walked honored doctor home, and we shared pleasant kiss. Perhaps there is future despite misgivings.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Nov 14, 2018 15:36:10 GMT -5
Personal Log Today has been strange. Despite a unpleasant conversation with Mr. Rhys and an unfortunate realisation with Mr. Brak. Nothing of note officially truly happened. Mr. Grey did however play dog catcher. I will need schedule meeting with Commander Valkriss. * takes a moment* Oh before I lose memory. A Strategic Operations officer was assigned to ship. That likely means combat in the future. She stood former borg. My heart weeps for those taken by cursed enemy and denied entry onto afterlife to instead serve in collective horror. I attempted to not show pity, I hope I was successful. I cannot help but wonder Dahlia's response given greivous wound suffered at hands of mutual enemy.
Supplmental log,
Today started with most pleasant of visions. A beach far away and Dahlia there. We made love in the waters of a crystalline shore. It stood as idyllic as the most romantic poem. If not for the strained muscles and wet undergarments I would have truly believed it a dream. It stood no vision there was a temporal event. Unfortunate however such event seemed to spark saddened response from beautiful Dahlia. First subject was broached after workout. I heard music coming from sickbay, very loud music and thought to check. She seemed to have no knowledge of event so I believed it must have been for my benefit by the gods. After dinner. a walk to arboretum revealed previous to not stand true. It would appear she feels herself cursed, that all those she cares for suffer fate of death. I believe she fears she will stand as Venus over Adonis. As much as I am willing to take risk. Such subject brought such darkened heart and welled tears in eyes I could not press case further for fear of forever drowning in tears. Or falling to tears myself. Though it cause me deep wound in heart. I will stand vigil in awaiting for cherished lover to arrive at different conclusion. it does make me curious on how gift given in anticipation of continued touch was received. Jewelry was meant to be given only to one worthy of meeting beloved mother. I still believe this stands true. Wine was meant to be shared. With heavy heart, end log.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Nov 19, 2018 14:41:56 GMT -5
Personal Log Nearly late to duty shift, though duty was uneventful. We continue route to destined meeting and I have taken time to familiarize with encountered species from Magellan databanks. There are many dangers in this region of space. Readiness will be of utmost importance. This "Dark" also bears further study, information was not as forthcoming as I would hope. I will perhaps have to study this Eirene for more information.
Supplemental Day began with welcome surprise of summons to Dahlia's quarters. Gifts were received well and it would seem that despite trepidations moving forward in the relationship may in fact be possible. We had dinner and discussed it at length as well as made other actions known. I am happy to assist her in her endeavor especially if it means even further negotiations and explorations of mutual attraction. I will need to inform Commander Valkriss and Captain T'pang of current fraternization however I am sure that they are already at least aware of potential pairing given the state of klingon and vulcan olfactory sensitivity and my inability to remove favored scent after this mornings discussion. End log
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Nov 29, 2018 22:54:12 GMT -5
Personal log, The captain and Nkiru were taken captive on the planet. Grey fell to insanity and had himself removed from the bridge and the first officer tasks me with forming rescue plan using an unknown shuttle. End of log.
Supplmental JUPITER WHY MUST YOU ASK ME TO PRESENT ASS FOR RAMMING SO SOON IN NEW POSITION? I will do what I must to remove grievous thorn in mood I long to see sweetened by touch of dearest lover.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Nov 29, 2018 22:59:32 GMT -5
Personal log, I have interrogated the prisoner, my method was uncommon but Lt. Vaylith did admirably in the ruse. I learned that how prisoner is as much victim as she is perpetrator. GRey has returned to duty and assisted in formation of plan based on new information. The initial attack plan was scrapped with the assignment of Protector to task. I have submitted Operation Rubicon for review by command along with recommendations that Commander Valkriss remain at position in command of Pilgrim. I know it will not fall easily on her ears nor will suggestion be welcomed, but it is proper as per regulation. I await the appointed hour in my quarters. End log.
Supplemental I am almost complete in my decorating of my quarters. I admit I do not see this as home. More a war tent on a campaign My home is in Anne's arms. Perhaps it was inevitable. My ancestor found his love not in rome but afar. And as such it seems have I. The risk of the mission is great, and I would place cherished heart upon Enigmas deck if choice fell to me, but I fear my new plan will endanger us both. end log.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Dec 11, 2018 10:55:55 GMT -5
"Personal Log, Mission Success, Operation Rubicon was a success though it did have some unforseen changes. This galaxy seems to work on different rules, there exists things here so far beyond my understanding, I simply must accept them as fact. I left out the method with which ceasefire was negotiated. It will only be of import if Commander deems it so. Commander Valkriss is impressive. Though I suppose that is normal for a Klingon in battle. End Personal Log
Begin Supplemental Log, Anne and I are progressing, a part of me believes this might be more than infatuation. I feel myself even further falling to cherished desire. I will have to message honored father soon to arrange meeting. I still feel some reluctance from her on matters not of the flesh. Trepidation yielded from mournful life and unfortunate circumstances perhaps. I do not broach subject out of respect, but long for when she trusts well enough to share. I have made camp in my own quarters. They do not feel like home, that I find in her bed, in her arms, in the moments where longing for compassioned touch yields to acceptance of cherished caress of Venus's embrace. End Supplemental log "
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Jan 2, 2019 17:14:49 GMT -5
Personal Log, We stand on leave. I admit that while I yearn for combat, the time afforded to spend with dearest Anne is most welcome. We had dinner with honored father and I have offered invitation to her to accompany me to our home on Magna Roma. An offer she seemed to accept. Preparations have been made.
Supplemental Log,
I have also set about aquiring a setting for offering to Father Saturn on the commencement of the Saturnalia. The price of the acquisition was odder than expected. However I believe Anne will enjoy it. This will be my final log before leave.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Jan 15, 2019 0:41:47 GMT -5
Personal Log USS Mjolnir,
We approach Magna Roma only a day away now. Anne bathes in the bath in the next room. I am both excited and aprehensive at the prospect of her meeting my family. Honored father accepted her well enough as I knew he would, but. He breaths out deeply Traditions run strong in my family. Anne is not roman, but also older. Though of children will likely fall on treasured mother's mind. As it has on mine before. I do not know if this is a permanent fixture or merely a pleasing dalliance of Eros. I believe it stands more. The celebration of Janus and the nights that follow will allow us to know. Perhaps fears will prove to be fruitless. End log.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Jan 15, 2019 0:49:34 GMT -5
Personal Log Runabout Missouri,
It is yet a day until we are at Anne's home on Earth. The celebration and the days followed were eventful, in both revelation of desires and of events. I now stand tied to Decia Valaria Maximina, by rite of sword and blood. And I believe I grow yet closer to understand the grip of Venus that holds me with Anne. I do love her. Though i do not know if she would use words with me, I have not made it known, remembrance of initial trepidation stays tongue to purpose. Perhaps reason will stand yet revealed when we reach Earth.
I have given more though to Ludus and theme. I have instructed to potentially open recruitment to non Romans and aliens to better provide spectacle. Good Mercatus will see it done.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Apr 8, 2019 9:45:48 GMT -5
Personal Log USS Pilgrim.
I have returned from mission with Azreyane. Despite unnecessary risks taken by a junior officer from USS sentinel the mission was accomplished. They are an interesting people. One I feel that will escape the understanding of most starfleet officers. I was witness to outright bigotry prior to the mission however. While an officer appearing as a diminutive equine does remove seriousness from situation, it is no different than if the officer stood Sti'Tach or any number of small species. If anything the encounter shed light onto own problems with Grey. Problems caused almost by a strict adherence to duty, unwavering in application of principles. I still have yet to see Ettore to proper reward for actions served on Irushuy planet. I will rectify this. Then I must break words with Anne. Perhaps making her confront me and tear in heart will prove a mistake. But It is one I must make.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on May 30, 2019 18:31:23 GMT -5
Personal Log USS Pilgrim.
The alien ship's state was unerving. To be taken by grotesque parasite, it bring sadness to think of children's lives ended in horrifying convergence. However I am uncertain if that was most troubling issue of mission. Vaylith would view following statement as irrelevant, but there were moments I did not agree with the risk she was taking. Not due to honored duty as ships tactical officer, but because I feared for life of cherished friend. Perhaps she stands correct in interpersonal relationships impeding the efficiency of crew. Speaking on those, things with Anne have returned to a semblance of normalcy. She wishes me to leave often after coitus, a strange request but one that is simple enough to follow. She seeks to bury herself in work, finding my presence distracting. I admit hers stands equally as such.
On matters of duty. Commander Gayle seemed annoyed at adherence to protocol regarding on record validation of extreme measures procedures. I will remember for the future her preferences despite deviation from established regulation.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Jun 12, 2020 16:38:06 GMT -5
Marcus sat having said goodbye to Zava. A pensive look on his face. Computer begin log.
Personal Log USS Pilgrim.
Again we succeed only by luck of cosmic altruism. Perhaps the Avynei goddess's hand is the only thing that matters here. Or did we succeed only at great cost to a dearest friend? A warp core breach within hostile territory, a means to attempt immediate salvation... and yet another gamble on a moment of independent clairvoyance. Circumstantial. Perhaps it was outside influence of entity or simply frustration with growing concerns due to basic procedural neglect. Perchance it is simply the crew wishes for pleasure beaches instead of focus on task at hand but simple matters seem to no longer be simple aboard this vessel. The majority of the crew will see it as the Lady's grace. A success resounding, a crewman saved, absent passing thought of cost to implement of that salvation.
I will not lie to record and state my focus has been absolute given troubles with wife. Yet still. It seems that planning means nothing, just as it meant on beryxia the universe cares little for plans it finds inconvenient.
Zava will live far longer than I, was involved at my suggestion, was hazarded at my crews haste. And while she may physically recover, the scars of her sacrifice will live on for empires. Apologies does not seem adequate to purpose of expressing regret.
And we need yet another propulsion overhaul.
end log.
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