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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Jun 27, 2022 12:54:15 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate: 99486.22.”
“I haven't really had a chance to get one of this down since I got aboard but I have been assigned to the twenty second multi-divisional mobile fleet, based out of Starbase two hundred twenty and have been assigned to the U.S.S. Manta. The Captain and crew welcomed me aboard with a party which was a nice chance to get to know people, but it hasn't been long and we are off to the races.”
“Over the last few days I had a routine return to port and disembark from the Manta to the surface of Irial. It was also a routine flight until ya know… sensors detected an incoming projectile and I was suddenly pulling the shuttle hard to starboard and praying that the gravitational pull did not shear off one of the nascels or worse get hit and get somebody killed.”
“I know, I know. Calm down on the theatrics Alerio everybody is safe, but hell if I did not feel my stomach and Zhal clench pulling that move. Still wish I had been given permission to take the shuttle back up. Take a pot shot at me and I am going to take one back at you or really really want to.” *He sighs heavily and then lays back on his bunk in his quarters.* “Luckily my bunk mate and I are on opposite shifts. So as he is coming off shift I am going on. I make him a hot soothing tea to help him ease in at night, and then he gives me a strong local coffee to get me running in the morning. Overall I am honestly enjoying being out here, even if I don't have a clue what's going on most days.”
“I am still reading everything I can on this Holy Kirtascan Empire and I feel like a Fenza Bird in a storm but hopefully things will smooth out or ya know get more exciting. At this point I am just happy I did not crash the shuttle and get someone killed.”
“I should get back to reading before lights out. I have a lot of work to do and I need to write a letter to the family. They are going to pester me endlessly about my new assignment and my relationship status as if I never get tired of being asked about that.”
“Anyway, back to it. Computer, end personal long.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Jul 25, 2022 19:20:23 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate: 99563.6.”
"Computer play... the Terran music selection Variations on a Theme from Megaman."
“The crew has taken some time for shore leave which has let me get more acquainted with them. I need to make sure to put a note somewhere in my pocket. ‘If found please return to Star Fleet’. I do not think I have had that much to drink since that party at the Academy my junior year…”
“A few of the crew members got it out of me that Enri Zhal was a chef and that I retained most of her skills. I checked out the Galley this morning after waking up in the alley and it was worse than I feared. I am going to have to make a grocery list, but a promise is a promise. I have no clue where I am going to get everything I need but I am going to start pumping out classic dishes from home, and homeworlds or at least find substitutions that can pass but I think I am up to the challenge.”
“I am considering writing home but that would only lead to fifteen million questions about my personal life instead of my work and I’d rather not get into that discussion again. Instead, I think if the crew likes the next few meals I put together maybe the Captian would like to have a dinner party aboard the ship and I can cater. Hell… this is Enri in me coming out.”
“Computer, create a menu of selections I can make meals out of with the current ingredients aboard ship. Then open a requisitions form for what I am going to need once we trudge through whatever that hell is in the cupboards in the galley.”
“Time to bring out the recipe for Viinerine.”
“End Log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Aug 15, 2022 13:15:58 GMT -5
“Personal Log: 99620.4” *The sounds of the pots and pans and voices of the crew in the galley can be heard. The sound of Alerio’s knife tapping against the cutting board can be heard as he works.*
“I set up shop in the Galley on board now that we are back from shore leave. Decided to go with Chicken Creole for my first dish. Just trying to set a standard. Its not like I am trying to be the michelin star galley of the fleet but the crew needs to be able to have some down time. One of the best ways to do that is to sit back and enjoy a decent meal with friends and if I can help in that way. Then I am happy to do it.”
*The sound of chopping stops and then the ‘plop plop’ sound of the veggies being put into a pot can be heard.* “Hmm… Computer, we need music… Piano, light Jazz… Round Midnight.” *The computer begins to fill the galley with music.* “I have gotten to know a few of the crew. T’lena, V’Tira, Ezri, even Marcus seemed to enjoy the Jerk Pork dish I made. It’s been really nice to get to know some of them but there are still more I need to sit with and get to know which I am looking forward to. I hope that by cooking for the crew that opportunity happens.”
“My duty shift is in about two hours on the bridge so I have plenty of time to serve and set this to keep it warm and allow for self service. I should start working on the vegan and vegetarian dishes for those who would prefer a different selection.”
*The sound of the sonic sink activates and he cleans his hand.* “New knife and cutting board. I will set this in the sonic sterilizer.”
*The sound of Zhal slicing into lettuce is heard.* “I am looking forward to being back on the bridge and flying among these strange stars again. It has been a wild ride from one of my first assignments having a pot shot at our shuttle and having to dodge out of the way. That was fun, then working together to figure out who shot at us. But I am ready to get back out among the stars and continue to learn.”
*The sound of a salad tossing machine is heard, and Zhal switches to chopping other vegetables.* “I had the dream again, playing piano on the stage back at the conservatory on Trill. A simple dream and Kaze sitting next to me with his head on my shoulder. Just listening like he did our junior year. I haven't thought about those days in the last few years, but I think all this cooking and creativity is making me miss my performance days.” *He chuckles to himself.*
“Everyone was shocked or pissed when I said I was going to Star Fleet and then became a pilot, but this is the life I always wanted, even if I miss that creative spice of life. Flying among the stars is my passion, but the dream… the dream is that center chair… one day.”
*Places his knife down and mixes the salad together.* “I am thinking I will make the Vegan Jambalaya to keep with the theme… Shit! Gotta hurry!”
“Computer end personal log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Aug 25, 2022 11:17:38 GMT -5
“Personal Log: Stardate 99644.8” *The sounds of the Galley can be heard in full kitchen chaos.* “Computer I need some music.. Brahms… anything just pick.”
“I need to write out the menu. Breakfast is already out, which is Gespar and Lehe’jhme. Simple fruits from Vulcan and Romulus. Replicated fruit but should still be tasty.”
“Lunch will be light. Plomeek Soup, and Romulan Spiced Soup. I have a yin and yang thing going with the two cultures in stark contrast with each other but still when you eat it together it has a nice balance. Also have my recommendations. Depending on which fruit you eat for breakfast determines the soup for lunch and your meal for dinner.”
“Dinner will be either Jumbo Vulcan, or Romulan Mollusk, sautéed in Rhombolian butter for the Vulcan Mollusk, and a Spiced Delfari Butter for the Romulan Mollusk.” *The sounds of pots bubbling and voices of diners can be heard.* “I recently spent time on the holodeck with the crew, and died after licking a potion, Ezri revived me thankfully. Dragons, swords, taverns, and more. It was a good time and I even got to put my cooking skills to the test. It was one of those adventures where everything that can go wrong did in fact go wrong, but it was a good time.”
“Bridge duty has been routine lately which has been nice from dodging rockets in the atmosphere but that generally means something is coming around the corner. So I will just need to stay alert.” *Finishes up his work and hands it off to a couple of peers who had been helping him.* “I need to finish my navigation and flight control report before my next duty shift.”
“Computer end log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Sept 16, 2022 11:52:16 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate 99705.4”
“It’s been a busy few days. I spent last night on the holodeck playing piano, I just needed to release some stress.”
*The sound of a knife pushing through meat can be heard.*
“I decided to make all the ingredients for a traditional Bibimbap, but I am also going to offer other proteins for substitutions for vegetarians or vegans on the crew. At little more work than I had originally anticipated but the crew seems to be enjoying the meals and I am happy to help.”
*The sizzle of vegetables hitting a hot pan can be heard.*
“I have not been sleeping well over the last few weeks. Honestly not sure why, but I have had some strange dreams and my usual dreams of showing up on the bridge naked, or tripping and falling on stage in front of a large crowd.”
*The sound of vegetables flipping in the pain can be heard.*
“I wish I could explain it. It’s like I am seeing five versions of myself one at in my career in Starfleet, one as my musician self back home, another married with kids which… weird. Another a renegade and criminal, then lastly a blank slate. I don't understand any of it. Maybe it's just weird dreams and I am thinking too much of it.”
“I need to get to the bridge in a few hours so I am going to finish up here and then head up… still wondering if I should talk to the doctor about these dreams…”
“Computer end log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Sept 18, 2022 7:51:35 GMT -5
"Personal Log Stardate: 99713.2"*A very audible yawn is heard as the sounds of the early morning galley surround him. With some light music playing* “Figured I should whip up breakfast this morning. The captain may need something hearty after everything that has happened over the last few days. Truth be told I have no clue what any of that is but he seemed so pissed and stressed that I dropped the bottle of Saurian Brandy I had been saving by his quarters after I went off duty the other night.” *The sound of eggs being cracked and hitting the frying pan as the sizzle can be heard.* “It has something to do with Ezri, and the weird power draw that put the ship’s engines offline mid mission. While the others dealt with that Lieutenant Baker, who I keep calling commander because ya know she is a first officer and I am an idiot. Found the illusive chantry base down on that frozen hell of a planet.” “I confess I really don't know what the hell is going on most days. I just try and do my job to fly well, cook nice meals, and make funny little quips when I can. Typical pilot, I guess. The truth is I am worried. Secret bases, strange happenings on board, and the Captain’s mood. Something has people on edge. Wether that is Ezri or something more... I don't know but hopefully, I can find out.” *He sighs.* “Next time we are in the neighborhood of the Citadel I am going to request a shuttle to go visit. This ship clearly needs more booze, and the Captain needs something to help him destress. Wether that is time in the holodeck, booze, or getting laid. He can decide, but something has to give.” “Computer end log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Sept 21, 2022 14:43:34 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate 99718.7”
“When I say that Brill Cheese may be one of the WORST cheeses in the Galaxy I wish that was an understatement! This stuff had to be filtered fifteen damn times before I could ensure the stupid cheese had been properly filtered and I could lower the isolation field.”
“Reason being? Brill Cheese is made from Schplict, which when made can release harmful bacteria into the atmosphere. Just ask Admiral Janeway how that worked out on Voyager. While I don't think we have any bio-neural circuitry on board. Better to be safe than sorry.”
“Computer I need some music, Michael Bublé, Feeling Good.” *As the music starts Alerio smirks. He takes ground beef and seasons it with varying spices and rubs and the meat into patties.* “Now this is music to cook to.” *Alerio moves over to the sanitization station and cleans his hands and then turns to the chicken and repeats the process.* “Computer, we will need beer to go with these, an assortment of ales, and lagers.” *Alerio starts to sing with music as he works. Once more moving to the sanitation station and cleaning up so that he could begin the process on the vegan burger patty. As the music concludes he chuckles to himself.* “I have been thinking about spending time on the holodeck in piloting simulations from the Manta’s logs before I arrived. To see if I can come up with creative solutions for combat, and navigating the area of space. I’ll need to get permission before I go rifling through the mission logs. But it gives me something to work on outside of the Galley, and my normal duties.” *The computer rolls into another song as Alerio moves back to the grill and places the pattys down ensuring no cross contamination would occur.* “I won't lie, I enjoyed flying stealthily through the last assignment. Stealth is a balancing act in flight and if you get it wrong people get hurt or worse. Also getting to do a full axis rotation while not terribly difficult in our class ship. Still… fun. Now to find a reason to do one at high speed, or warp… pretty sure the Engineering staff would actually shoot me if I pulled a warp rotation.” *As the meat sizzles on the grill he begins flipping them to cook evenly and then turns to the array of cheeses aside from the brill and begins placing the cheese on some of the patties so that it melts slightly. He begins removing the patties on toasted buns and setting them on to plates.* “The vegetables have already been sliced and I have caramelized onions, and avocado slices for those who prefer that on the burger. But this Brill Cheese is for Lieutenant Baker who requested it and any one she wants to share with. I should take the leftovers and make a brill cheese cake…”
*He places the trays out on the counter and then moves to the air fryer and removes the fries and then adds a seasoning to the fries.* “Time to hit the sonic shower and then report to the bridge for my duty shift.” *He taps his comm badge.* “Computer please inform the crew that the burgers for lunch are ready and send a message to Lieutenant Baker that the Brill Cheese is ready.”
“Computer end log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Oct 12, 2022 17:00:41 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate 99779.6”
Zhal stood in his shower in his quarters as the water ran over him.
“I spent the night on the Citadel with a Beryxian man named Tamrin, it was nice to feel wanted. But ever since that night something has felt off. Not physically at least not with me but it's strange like a memory. A hand running up my back that sets everything alight, then a sharp pain in my side.”
He sighs and shuts the water off and grabs a towel.
“I am wondering if it may be the symbiont, but none of my past hosts had something like this, at least not that I can remember.”
Zhal starts to dress himself in simple sweats and a tank top. Then grabs a PADD and starts tapping in the commands for the Galley Menu. He then suddenly gasps and stands up. As if zoned out for a second he then takes another breath.
“It’s like the vacuum of space in this room. Computer, raise the temperature by five degrees.”
As the temperature rises Zhal sighs as he relaxes into his chair. He picks up the emerald green bracelet on the desk and looks at it.
“He gave me this bracelet with a note which was oddly sweet, but I should do some research on what this kind of gift means in Beryxian culture just to ensure I didn't accidentally get engaged. I don't think my family could take another failed engagement even if it was an accident.”
He sets the bracelet back down and then continues writing on his PADD.
“And now after that memory… I want to make Bajoran food… damn him… and his hold on my mind. Tomar Soup, Hasperat, Kava, Jumja Sticks and so much more.”
He sets the PADD down and then begins stripping off his off duty clothes and starts to get ready for duty. “I guess I should go down to the galley and start on our Bajoran feast. Computer end log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Oct 17, 2022 16:48:06 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate 99793.1”
“I stumbled into my room last night at about three in the morning, I came back to the Manta to work on my Navigation Report, and I probably got three hours of sleep. I kept looking at this orchid. Computer music, Doc Severinsen, A Carmen Fantasy."He holds the flower in his hand and rotates it in between his fingers. “It’s strange, for the first time in a while I felt like part of the crew, part of the family. I have felt it before here. I have felt it before but it felt like I was home? Was a nice feeling to feel seen, to feel like I have a place and that I belong.”
He places the flower into a small glass vase filled with fertilized water and smiles at it. “Then there is Snoopy, that damn dog running all over the citadel and then jumping out of the weird pumpkin patch and knocking me flat on my ass, and apparently bit Ezri.” He chuckles. “It’s never a dull moment around here, but I also managed to nearly melt Cap’s palette but for the record he asked that I make spicy wings, and T’Ghor nearly choked on one which was a whole thing. I also got to meet a few members of the other crews.”
“T’Ghor also dropped the bombshell that Koros from Sto-Vo-Kor’s Kitchen sometimes spends time on the Pilgrim… talk about a kick in the nethers the feelings of inadequacy went through the roof. Despite Cap's attempt to make me feel better about it. It was a sweet try but this is Koros we are talking about but anyways.”
Zhal lays down on his bunk and grabs the PADD from his nightstand and starts typing. “I need to work on this week’s menu, I am thinking… selections from Betazed for our new Counselor. Nothing like food from home.”
“Computer, search the database for fifteen year aged bourbon… Old Ezra… mark it in my files under M.B.”
“End Log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Oct 24, 2022 11:19:40 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate: 99812.0”
“Last night… was interesting to say the least. Hallucinations, jump scares of a damn spider and a dragon, which fuck right the hell off with the spider nonsense, a handsome captain, and a cute nurse. Oh! And if you look out the view port, an Ion Storm.” Zhal rolls his eyes as he taps a few commands into his PADD. “Why is it always the ones that are rough around the edges and always a bit of a badass? I always have a damn type. I have been married twice and it never fails! Ughh so frustrating.”
Zhal collapses on his bunk. “He got his bacon this morning too, by his request last night. I am looking into hearty soups for the next few days. Everyone wants a soup or something homey and warm during storms. I am seriously considering going to the holodeck and sitting on the deck of my parents home and letting a thunderstorm play out while I play piano.” He sighs. “I need to work some things out and sometimes going back home helps clear my head from what we will call disruptive thoughts.” “Computer music, Piano cover, Interstellar: First Step” As the music started to play Zhal released a long slow breath letting himself relax into his bunk. He taps on his PADD and examines it for a few minutes. “Yani, the nurse from medical last night mentioned a bird they eat, Tanni? There is a weird similarity between the name, and the name of the bird. I am wondering if they should be Barbecued, or perhaps a rotisserie style, Hm… should probably get the size of this thing first.” He taps a few more commands into his PADD before tossing it on the nightstand and stripping off his undershirt, and walking to the viewport and looking at the soup that was Ion Storm. “A hearty baked potato soup with grilled cheeses, an assortment of cheeses would be good too, so that the crew can make their own.” Zhal looked at the orchid and smirked, then glanced at the mirror and stepped back with a gasp not recognizing the face he saw in the mirror. As his back connected with the cold wall he regained his composure. “Steady Z… probably just Cap playing a trick on me after threatening to swipe his peanut butter.” He let out a long exhale again and then walked towards his shower. “So ready to get back into open space and away from this fucking holiday…”
“Computer end log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Oct 31, 2022 10:09:13 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate 99831.2”
“Today is the final day of Halloween, thank the stars. Eirene is an evil mastermind who works in tandem with people to scare folks. I was her victim last night. With her and nurse Yani, sending me strange text messages and then Yani dropping from the ceiling like a damn bat swooping down from above.”
He chuckled to himself she is sweet and appears a bit innocent if I am being honest.
“I got her to talk about the Black Ocean and what she called The Dark. A little bit which helps me understand a bit more. I sent a request to Eirene last night for data on the following. The Dark, the Black Ocean, The oldest known star chart records for the LMC, data on the weapon that can move a star, and the supernova that Ezri allegedly caused.”
The sound of his bunk can be heard as he lays down.
“Even if the weapon that moved a star occurred two million years ago, I am not sure that time is the factor we should be worried about here. A star’s gravitational pull suddenly vanishing like that… means the planets in that system would suddenly start spinning out of control. Their orbit of the stellar body suddenly being gone means a massive gravitational shift and would mean we have rogue planets out there flying around the LMC at slow speeds. Granted these planets may already be gone, or they could still be flying out there.”
He taps a series of commands into the PADD.
“I am sure someone has probably already thought about this, and done the research. But I confess I am bothered by it. The destruction of two stars means that the gravitational effects on the LMC are extreme and are still being affected even now. If we can find old records from before the stars were destroyed. We may be able to map the origin points, and figure out how the hell all of this started.”
He sighs and turns in his bunk.
“And with the star that Ezri caused to go nova… means another gravitational shift that could expose more worlds to greater risk if we have planetary bodies out there spiraling in the void. How do we stop a planet from slamming into another planet, or worse a star.”
“Then there is the mystery of the Black Ocean and not being able to use our equipment within that soupy void. Which would be a pilot's dream; flying on visuals and gravity alone but who the hell knows what you might bump into out there. I know I know, now I sound like I am spinning.”
He sighs and gets out of his bed and stretches.
“This damn holiday is making me paranoid… Computer, lights and end log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Nov 4, 2022 16:09:01 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate: 99842.8”
The sounds of a knife slicing through something can be heard and Zhal hums a tune.
“I am back on board the Manta, thank the stars in the void. I was thoroughly finished with the whole Halloween nonsense. Even if I am already plotting my revenge, I should find a trilingual code that trips Eirene up for a few weeks.”
There is a plop plop sound of something in the kitchen bubbling.
“I decided to make a Bajoran style roast and rice, meal something simple so that the crew can eat and go now that we are headed back out to open space.”
He sighs heavily as he sets the knife down and then looks out of the galley to the stars.
“My mind is racing with what is out there. Weapons of stellar destruction, a void of space, and oh so much more. Not to mention the war.”
He walks towards the galley window and leans against the wall. As he looks at the reflection in the window. He shakes his head as he sees the face of Enri Zhal. “I know, I know… the Zhian’tara is coming soon.”
“But I don’t know if I can do the rite unless I can resolve this other Trill face in my memories…”
He sighs and then turns back towards the galley kitchen and starts working again.
“I am probably over thinking it, it’s probably a memory from Cindari the one host that I am most not like, and the one part of my past I don’t want to talk about or remember… I am conflicted but it maybe time to start exploring Cindari’s place in my life and my memories.”
He taps a console turning up the heat on the oven. Then turns back towards the work he had been doing and continues to cut vegetables and then suddenly hisses in pain yanks his hand away from the cutting board.
“Son of a bit..” He glanced down to the blood running from his hand and grabbed a cloth and pressed it against the wound. He cleaned up the blood and sanitized the knife and area disposing of the vegetables that hand been ruined. “Damn it Z…” He tapped the commbadge on his chest and spoke with a shaky voice. “Ensign Zhal to sick bay, I am on my way with a hand laceration.”
He didn’t wait before he cut the line on his side and as he walked towards the door he caught himself in the reflection of a monitor and frowned as he saw the face of an older trill man in a black uniform he did not recognize. He shook his head and left the gallery. “Computer… end log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Jan 20, 2023 15:00:39 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate: 104035.41”
“I just want to state for the record. Fuck anyone that uses gravitic weapons in space.”
“That’s number one, number two… I need to change uniforms while we have a lull in activity. I have a nice amount of blood on mine.”
He starts to undress in his quarters and glances at the mirror and sighs walking into the sonic shower to get the sweat and blood off of him.
“I also need to go to sick bay and get checked for a concusion.” As he exits the shower he looks in the mirror once more and a chill runs down his spine as he sees not his reflection but another male trill with dark green eyes and black hair. Zhal closes his eyes and then opens them and the other Trill was gone.
“If only I could contact the guardians and talk to them about this… but right now I need to get dressed and get back to the bridge so we can figure out what the hell is going on in this sector. Just no more flips without proper nav control… I nearly lost my lunch.”
He starts getting dressed and then looks back at the mirror.
“Computer end log.”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Feb 20, 2023 16:11:17 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate: 104138.6”
“It took seven, SEVEN showers both the Sonic shower and regular water based showers to get the smell from that god forsaken space station and EVA suit, but we walked away with a Coln communication node thing, and Ruby had a decent meal, and I of course had to do an EVA walk, and fly stealthy through enemy fleets, and stay out of the sensor fields of the station and managed to pull it off.”
*Zhal looks up at the flickering lights and his dimming console.*
“If we ever get back I suspect whoever is in charge of maintenance of the Manta in dry dock will be on the business end of Bore’s fists. These power outages and glitches have gotten out of hand. One or two, fine. But we can not keep having these outages in flight, and certainly not when gravitic mines are sending out gravitational shears that flip the ship; ass over end for funsies.”
*He sighs to himself.* “Tried to cheer Cap up by sending him Saurian Brandy from my private reserve. The man eats, and drinks like the worst teenager from Earth’s twenty-first century. He needs a decent collection of spirits, not that he drinks like water.”
“When we get back to the citadel I am going to focus on getting some decent liquor on this ship. As much shit as we go through, I am fairly certain we all need a reserve bottle in our cabins.”
“Also got told I am getting a new roommate… yay me…” *He actually whimpers slightly.*
“This has to be part of the, “make the new kid suffer tactics”. Which fine I will take my hazing like a good ensign… this Skara...” *He swallows hard.* “I will do my best to help her feel welcome…”
*Zhal lowers his head and wipes his brow.* “Why me… just why… and the Doc was all. “Do you have any phobias Zhal?” Hello medical file?! Spiders, Snakes, basically any creepy crawly… not a fan. Also highly allergic to all forms of insect bites, but ya know what the hell just through the new kid in Skara and let him suffer. It’ll be fine.”
“I am feeling pretty good about myself, or well I was. These glitches on the Manta need to stop, I’ll be staying on the bridge until we can rendezvous with the fleet, but right now I am looking out the viewport and a mystery that makes me want to run for the fucking hills.”
“Remind me… whose idea was it to come out here and be a pilot on the voyage of the damned?”
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Post by Lieutenant JG Alerio Zhal on Mar 9, 2023 15:49:42 GMT -5
“Personal Log Stardate: 104184.7”
“Computer musical selection fifty seven please.” *Zhal stood in his quarters pacing back and forth* “The dinner party was interesting, I confess I was mostly distracted throughout the dinner looking at the different paintings, the artwork on Mjolnir is frankly stunning. Planets from home, the memorial, the dragon. The wine, but perhaps the most impressive part of my evening was the hangar.” *He ran his hand through hair and then sat down in a chair.* “Those Dragon Class MRK III Fighter craft in the hangar were impressive is really an understatement. I’d love to get my hands on those controls. Their sleek design shows clear maneuverability, speed, and frankly power behind the weapons. I wish we could get one on the Manta just in case we ever need a support fighter, but mostly because it looks badass and fast which would be fun for a pilot, but I doubt very seriously I could get the Commander to submit for one, but I will tell him it’s on my birthday wish list.” *He taps the arm of the chair and sits in silence for a few minutes.* “It may be time to talk to the doctor, my recent experience with the dreams and the hallucinations, Zhal is trying to speak but either the other hosts are stopping us, or my own mind is recoiling from whatever it is experiencing. The time of the Zhian’tara is coming, I have known for a while and maybe that is what this is. If I could speak to the guardians they could provide insight but right now… with everything going on. The Commander has enough going on to worry him about this.” *He stands up and starts towards the mirror he leans over the sink closing his eyes and then looks into the mirror and sees both Enri and Cinria and then they disappear. He closes his eyes again and turns the sink on and splashes his face with cold water.* “What the hell is this my villain era? A long lost host comes to the surface and starts hurting people that I care about? Pretty sure Ristovski would hit me in the back of the head with something hard.” *He took the hand towel and dried his face then moved over to the replicator.* “Cranapple Juice cold.” *He took the glass with his right hand and took a sip. Then with his left hand rubbed the spots on the left side of his face.* “Pilot, Infiltration a station, Fractured Mind, Chef, running from Space Vampires in a nebula, ship breaking down in hostile space, what is next? Facing off against giant space squid that can suck out our brains through our noses? I’ll pass thanks.”
“I need a vacation, and sex.” *He sighs.* “Computer strike last sentence. Even if it is true.” “I should get ready for my shift on the bridge, but when we get back to the Citadel again. I am going to the Golden Rod, and drinking and dancing until we ship out again.”
“Computer end log.”
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