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Parker sat in his office, staring at the computer screen. He was looking over the duty schedules for the next week, and checking past schedules, to see who worked where.

He leaned back in his chair. "Computer. Start a personal log."
The computer beeped.
"Personal log, Lieutenant Parker Voss. I've been staring at old duty rosters, trying to get a handle on how the people in my department perform. I've met just about everyone in the section, and 3 people stand out to me. Ensign Aloza Nasek, Bajorian. She follows orders well, and usually completes her assignments quickly and in a professional manner. Keeps this up, and she might be inline for a promotion. Lieutenant Junior Grade Kemm, Kelplen. Honestly, I've never worked or served with a Kelplen before. Heard stories about them...some people say that fall apart under pressure...some say the opposite, I'm going to keep my mind open about his performance. His records show a good work ethic. Finally Chief Petty Officer Tarsa Rugers, human. Again, records indicate a good worker."

He picked up his cup and sipped his tea.
"Meet the security chief recently, Lieutenant Commander Camila Di Pasquale. No nonsense officer, grilled me for about 2 hours about my past postings. Wanted to know the story of my decorations....told her. She asked several stands out...about Romulan Ale, if I ever drank any...I said 'yes'. By the tone of the grilling, I figured she was going to see me booted off the ship, but she surprised me by not saying anything. Then she actually recruited me for her search and rescue team, said that the team needed someone good with his hands. Means I'll have to cross train, starting with mountain climbing.....and I have the holodeck reserved for a climbing lesson so I have to cut this short. Computer, close and save log."

Fri, 23 Apr 2021 23:05:52 +0000
Life in Space
My life on the Black Hawk-A and her predecessor has been nothing short of one mission into madness after another. My name is Kelly Marie Khan, and I think I'm losing my mind and my ability to distinguish a friend from a foe. We're supposed to be here for exploration and discovering new civilizations and go where no one has gone before.

We've discovered those civilizations usually want to kill us, take advantage of us, are parallel's of us, or want our bodies. I was possessed, had to abandon a ship in a runabout full of personnel, have been on alien planets and seen amazing things. Mainly from the lower decks, but that's part of life as one of the lowest ranked officers.

My most recent sojourn into the unknown was trying to take a turbolift from Auxiliary Control up to Flight. I wanted a little music and a short ride. I got a lot of music and a long ride that ended with me talking to a albatross that decided I needed isolating because I wasn't like the rest of the crew and promptly isolated me in the corridor.

It took some time to get out of there and I don't trust the turbolift anymore and I think my hearing is finally coming back. Le sigh. Such is life in space, I guess, but it's taking a toll. As I said earlier, it's getting hard to tell the difference between friend and foe after all we've been through.

We've had crew that turned against us thanks to the Consortium and then the most recent chain of events in the Convergence Zone where the away team got possessed by alien parasites known as the Dolmoqour. I should have listened to that Orion that gave me the tattoo I got at the station before we crossed over. Something big and bad was coming and it came for us, overcame us, and then used us against ourselves, against our will.

We lost crew, friends, family and trust. Things will never be the same and I haven't told Tiger how I really feel, but it's getting harder and harder to talk to anyone about how I feel. I just can't trust anyone that might turn against me tomorrow, or tonight, or next week. Yet, I can't just alienate everyone on the ship. Maybe I'll find a way to restore my balance and peace of mind, but I doubt it. I don't even know if I trust myself.

Do we push too hard? Not hard enough? Should we go back to the Alpha and Beta Quadrant and become immersed there and live a life of mediocrity? Do we stay on the front lines of exploration and become battle hardened and suspicious against everything and every new species we meet? Will this change us? It already has. It's up to us to discover how to deal with these strange new worlds and try to find peace.

My name is Ensign Kelly M. Khan, and I'm going to come for you one day.

Mon, 16 Nov 2020 00:00:17 +0000
On the Other Side
I'm so tired. We're all back together and back to our correct time, but it was especially hollowing to see what just may become of us. A dead ship, dead crew, blackness and cold.

I need to get over myself, since when did I become so maudlin. I should actually be thankful. We're all back and the Chief is running the show again. I know it was up to me to lead Security when we got spit forward in time, but I just wish that everyone else realized that I didn't enjoy having to take over.

I didn't want to have to step up. But I did. I know Mitchell wanted to punch me in the face for daring to call myself the Acting Security Chief. I could see it in her eyes, the way she carried herself around me and especially that sarcastic way she would say, Yes, acting Chief..

Can't please everyone I suppose. But it bothers the crap out of me that I wouldn't have the full support of the staff. I mean, I've been nothing but fair and considerate. Yes, I'm new...but....I don't suppose she feels like she was passed over for advancement by my getting transferred onboard? Yikes. You know what, forget it. She can be pissy about me all she wants, I've got a job to do. Too bad though, she's just too beautiful to be in such a state.

I don't know how the Chief does it. I mean, I heard her when she said how tough it was being in charge. Every death, every injury, every mistake no matter who make it in the department, falls on the Chief's shoulders. Cooper and Mitchell just don't get it. I can't imagine how much of a weight is on the Chief's shoulders. I only had to run things for a day or so, she's had to do it a lot longer. I just wish I could do something for her. She cares and I know she'd lay down her life for me. I do it for her too. I just hope no one decides to pull anything on her. She's a badass and can take care of herself, but they better be prepared to go through me first.

Anyway, Fair Winds and Following Seas to all of us.

Parks out.
Mon, 15 Oct 2018 23:06:48 +0000
Ghost Ship #1
Personal Log, Stardate: Unknown. Lieutenant Junior Grade Jazmin Parks reporting.

I'm glad I could get a few minutes alone to record this. I'm using a portable audio recorder. If we ever get out of this, I'll go ahead and upload it.

It's been a few hours since everything went to hell. Literally. One second, I'm on my rounds, the ship gets rocked and the lights go out. Have you ever been inside a ship when absolutely nothing is working? I have. It sucks.

I mean, not even life support is running. I suppose the only reason we're not dead is because there are so few of us. It's only going to get more stale and cold as time passes. I wonder what would come first freezing or suffocating. I need to check the survival equipment, there should be enough environmental suits to keep us alive for at least a week.

Us. Only a few right now. Me, Cooper, Road, Mackie, and Mitchell. All of them people I trust with my life. I know we'll get each other through this.

What the hell happened? Hopefully when we get power restored we can find out what. I can get through this. I can get through this. I can get through this.
Wed, 25 Jul 2018 00:05:59 +0000
Reign Of The Classic Ice Cream Scoop
I swear that's what this has to be. Its got the scoop part, handle, and its chromed to hell and back: gotta be an ice cream scoop. Because if it ain’t, and it's integral to the operation of my warp core, then Starfleet's developing some cutting edge technology here.

Or I’m getting spares from the galley, one or the other.

When I got assigned to the USS Black Hawk I was happy as a pig in swill. Oh, you can have your Defiants, and Sabres and even those nifty little Norway class frigates: but a Century class starship is a working man’s ship. Thing is designed to be as close to automated as is possible, lowers the crew count some but increases the needed for a fixer.

Me and mine, we're Boss Hogs here. 'Cept for the Flight Deck, you don't go poaching from another man's herd unless you're looking to square off at noon. Not sure if Griffin knows how much kick Montanan iron has, but then I reckon he'd just beat me to death with it 'stead of shooting me down. Not that I'm saying I'd not shoot first, just I might take a step back and duck first. Sensible like.

As for my crewmates, they are a right odd sort. Gotta sort of cross-section of the Federation thing going on, a little bit of everythin'. Some fantastical notions rattlin' about in their heads. It's all I can do to keep this one Ensign from getting her head full of ideas that ain't got biscuits to do with the running of a ship. Engineer's place is in the engine room, or engine room adjacent places of work.

Which makes me wonder why the Cap'n went and made me acting Xo during that drill. What do I know about commanding a ship? I command the warp core to do its thing, if I ask nicely. And I ain't scared of taking a walk into the vasty nothingness to seal a hull breach. But I point, ship goes that away? I bark it chuff's like a skitter dog on the hunt? Black Hawk ain't got no scales like a skitter dog but, well for the Cap'n...



Cap'n Reggie does have a nice ring to it. Bet I'd get to wear my hat on the bridge too without folks gawking, or the Cap'n trying to hand me this itty bitty baseball cap thing. I'm gonna work on him some, try to get him to the notion that a proper hat has some heft to it. Fella probably thinks its there to keep the rain off yer head. Silly Federation fella, no clue how to keep the spirits of old from doing that thing they love to do.

I tell ya, only reason they ain't all gone blown up the ship is cause I'm here. Only sane fella in the asylum. Well, back to it I guess. Got me a private wager I can find six more of these ice cream scoop thing's before the ship's computer begins to bleat about 'safety interlocks' and what not.

'Cap'n Reggie Madison Hawthorn'.

Could be I get used to that one day, sooner if they keep on acting as they do.
Sun, 10 Jun 2018 21:58:20 +0000
Chief Engineer's Log, Stardate 65980.76

Today I participated in the first successful transition of the barrier surrounding the Convergence Zone. That is to say, the first successful transition conducted by a Starfleet vessel.

I would like to personally commend Lieutenant Gemma Alexander's performance. Her piloting was exemplary, and reflects admirably not only on herself, but on the three twenty-fifth as a whole.

I have had a preliminary discussion with the Captain concerning the transition, as well as forwarded all data to the Black Hawk's Science Division. I look forward to the insights Commander Djinx will provide upon his review of the data.

Although I am presently inclined to consider transition of the barrier by the Black Hawk feasible, I still have reservation concerning the wisdom of doing so. Although, thanks due to both the navigation algorithm and other modifications, the effects to Lieutenant Alexander's fighter were negligible, present mathematical modeling of the Black Hawk's flight through the barrier does not predict an equally tranquil flight. However, I have not incorporated the most recent data into that model, so the current prediction could be erroneous.

Other data gathered today is troubling for reasons not previously addressed by myself. In the words of Captain Geisler, I have a "hunch." Certain elements detected in the Barrier during the flight today suggest that the Convergence Zone might be an artificial construct. This deduction might be the result of the comparisons that have been made between the Convergence Zone and the Delphi Expanse. Presumably if one was the result of directed intelligence, the other might be as well. However, setting this bias aside, there is a sufficient enough data to lead me to the suspicion that the Convergence Zone is not a naturally occurring phenomena, but insufficient enough to allow me to decisively conclude this. But if the Zone and the barrier surrounding it are artificial in nature, several questions present themselves, including what was the purpose that the Zone was created for, and is it possible to accurately predict the results of the Black Hawk entering the Zone?

And since some temporal variant of the Black Hawk appears to have entered the Convergent Zone, could the warning we have received from a theoretical future version of the Black Hawk allude to the answers to those questions?

I will, of course, continue to analyze the data we have available, and attempt to procure further information, but it is a foregone conclusion the Captain will order the Black Hawk into the Convergence Zone. Therefore, until that time, I will endeavor to resolve as much of the enigma surrounding the Convergence Zone as possible.

End Log]]>
Mon, 22 Jan 2018 18:52:48 +0000
Personal Log, Stardate 65846, Lieutenant T'Pai, Chief Engineer, USS Black Hawk.

When I was a researcher at the Tanaline Propulsion Laboratory, a colleague convinced me to watch a theatrical film entitled "Time Bandits." I confess that I had some difficulty following the story presented, which centered around six humanoids of reduced stature as well as a prepubescent human male. The six humanoids in question possessed an artifact which allowed them to circumnavigate the restrictions of the space-time continuum through a number of comedic episodes.

I now find myself with the irrational desire to possess a variant of said map; one that could apply to the Finnean Convergence Zone.

Until recently, there was an almost universally held belief that the barrier was impenetrable by traditionally defined lifeforms. This was proven false by the emergence of a small Aketi space vessel. However, the immediate failure of the Aketi to duplicate this feat had created more questions than answers.

After making a cursory review of the data available on the Convergence Zone, there are several avenues I would suggest that the Black Hawk pursue. Since Chroniton particles have been detected in the area, one possibility that suggests itself is the bombardment of select areas with Verteron particles, particularly the area from which the Aketi space vessel emerged. Since Chronitons and Verteron are both superliminal particles, albeit with different spins, this experiment should produce fascinating results.

If I were to speculate on the nature of the Convergence Zone, I might postulate that there is a subtle difference in the nature of the 'fabric' of the space within the Zone than without, and that there exists an 'overlay', for lack of a better non-mathematical description, where the two types of spaces are superimposed upon each other, creating the barrier. The successful emergence of the Aketi from the Convergence Zone suggests that the barrier might be penetrable at certain points. However, the argument that the Aketi's emergence was a non-repeatable anomaly could be said to be equally valid. It may also be that several penetration points exist, but are undetectable save by random chance. Obviously, more data must be produced before a plan of action can be developed.

Wed, 23 Aug 2017 02:54:55 +0000
My Thoughts on Chocolate
Stardate something or other. I've had a lot of time to think recently and the biggest thing on my mind is chocolate. People always seem to ask why I love it so much, so I've decided to list all the reasons. Here goes.

• There is no such thing as too much chocolate… ever!
• There is definitely such a thing as not enough chocolate.
• When your friends say you look fabulous, it's not bragging to tell them about your secret chocolate diet.
• A chocolate a day keeps the doctor away (except the cute ones).
• White chocolate keeps your teeth bright… we think. But hey, why ruin a good story with the truth?
• Eating chocolate before dinner may spoil your appetite, but don't worry, another appetite will come along soon.
• Chocolate is a "superfood" that provides your recommended daily allowance of pleasure in one sitting.
• If it says "chocolate flavored" on the packet, don't eat it.
• Cheap chocolate is bad for your ego. You are worth more than that.
• The only time you can eat chocolate slow and easy is when you are alone.
• Chocolate is exempt from the golden rule of sharing.
• Chocolate is bad for dogs…and children…and husbands…and neighbors.
• Chocolate is good for YOU!
• They say you should give yourself a gift each day, but with chocolate, it is proper etiquette to give yourself five to ten gifts a day.
• Chocolate doesn’t give you pimples, your dirty fingers do, so wash your hands before and after eating and everything is fine.
• Double dunking at the chocolate fountain is proper etiquette (as long as you don't get caught).
• Chocolate is the best way to cheer up a bad day.
• Eat pure chocolate. Be happy.
• Chocolate covered fruit makes you even more kissable.
• Life is there to be lived and chocolate is there to help you live it.
• Children are short, store chocolate in high places to save it from their grubby little mitts.
• They say chocolate is a moment on the lips and a lifetime on the hips, but who are "they?"
• If no one saw you eat the chocolate, you didn’t actually eat the chocolate.
• If the kids see you eating chocolate, tell them it's a brown vegetable bar.
• You can hide chocolate by the vacuum cleaner and it will never be found.
• Chocolate is the one food that won’t leave you with a pile of dishes.
• Chocolate is actually a fruit derived from pods of the cacao tree and it's okay to have fruit for lunch.
• Chocolate melts if left out, so you should eat it quickly.
• Even if you have nothing in common, you always have chocolate in common.
• Chocolate is the eighth wonder of the world.
• Eating chocolate will keep you sweet.
• Chocolate is the only food that tastes as good in liquid form as it does in solid, it’s a modern miracle!
• Chocolate is a "perfect food" - I mean, if you were in a disaster, what would you want more?
• Giving a chocolate piece is the best token of peace you can give.
• If you've got melted chocolate all over your hands, you're eating it too slowly.
• Chocolate-covered raisins, cherries, orange slices, and strawberries all count as fruit, so eat as many as you want.
• Diet tip: Eat a chocolate bar before each meal. It'll take the edge off your appetite and you'll eat less.
• Chocolate also contains milk which is dairy. So candy bars are a health food.
• If calories are an issue, store your chocolate on top of the fridge. Calories are afraid of heights and they will jump out of the chocolate to protect themselves.
• If I eat equal amounts of dark chocolate and white chocolate, is that a balanced diet? Don't they actually counteract each other?
• Chocolate is derived from cacao beans. Bean is a vegetable. Sugar is derived from either sugar cane or sugar beets. Both are plants, which places them in the vegetable category too. Therefore chocolate is a vegetable.
• Put "eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do today. That way at least you'll get one thing done.
• A nice box of chocolates can provide your total daily intake of calories in one place. Isn't that handy?
• If you can't eat all of your chocolate it will keep in the freezer. But if you can't eat all your chocolate, what's wrong with you?
• When no one understands you, chocolate is there.
• Hot fudge fills deep needs.
• Eating chocolate can have significant influences on mood, generally leading to an increase in pleasant feelings and a reduction in tension.
• Don’t wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty. • Chocolate isn’t like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant. And it always feels good.
• I’d give up chocolate, but I’m no quitter.
• The 12-step chocoholics program: NEVER BE MORE THAN 12 STEPS AWAY FROM CHOCOLATE!
• Chocolate is cheaper than therapy and you don’t need an appointment.
• Chocolate isn’t a food, it’s a medicine.
• Some like it hot, some like it cold; I like it chocolate!
• I never met a chocolate I didn’t like.
• Seven days without chocolate makes one weak.
• Chocolate: Here today… Gone today!
• Seduced by the chocolate side of the Force.
• Given enough chocolate and coffee, I could rule the world.
• Here, have some chocolate. Feel better now?
• I only eat chocolate for you, so there will be more of me to love.
• If it ain’t chocolate, it ain’t breakfast!
• Chocolate – The breakfast of champions!
• Chocolate is not just for breakfast.
• I’m a Chocoholics Anonymous dropout.
• I’ll eat anything! As long as it’s chocolate.
• There’s more to life than chocolate, but not right now.
• All I want is peace, love, understanding, and a chocolate bar bigger than my head.
• Coffee makes it possible to get out of bed, but chocolate makes it worthwhile.
• Chocolate is not a matter of life and death – it’s more important than that!
• If chocolate is the answer, the question is irrelevant.
• Dip it in chocolate; it’ll be fine.
• If you’ve got melted chocolate all over your hands, you’re eating it too slowly.
• If you can’t eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the freezer. But if you can’t eat all your chocolate, what’s wrong with you?
• Anything tastes better dipped in chocolate.
• Chocolate doesn’t make the world go ’round, but it sure does make the trip worthwhile!
• The best things in life are chocolate.
• Money talks. Chocolate sings!
• Once you consume chocolate, chocolate will consume you.
• There are only three things in life that matter – good friends, good chocolate and, oh dear, what was that other one?
• A chocolate in the mouth is worth two on the plate.
• Anything is good and useful if it’s made of chocolate.
• What is the meaning of life? All evidence to date suggests it’s chocolate.

That about sums it up and all this talking about chocolate reminds's time for my chocolate. End log!
Sat, 19 Aug 2017 16:20:52 +0000
New Assignment
Chief of Fighter Maintenance's Personal Log, Stardate 65845.96

A number of things have made me optimistic about my current assignment. First and foremost is the quality of people assigned to fighter maintenance on the Black Hawk. A few of them I have had the privilege of working with in the past, and count myself fortunate for having done so. As for the rest, I have yet to find a black mark of any note in their personnel records, and I feel that the Black Hawk's fighter detachment will be well served with the eclectic mix of skill, talent and education its maintenance crew brings to the job.

On a side note, I believe the percentage of junior noncommissioned officers in Starfleet possessing a bachelor's degree or equivalent is somewhere between ten to fifteen percent. On the Black Hawk, at least in fighter maintenance, it looks to be at least half.

As I said previously, I believe the 325th will be well served by its maintenance crew.

Then there is the Gryphon itself, a high end fighter that is remarkable "low maintenance" as far as serviceability is concerned. I do have concerns about the primary phaser coupling. It is by no means a 'weak link' or a design flaw or anything of that nature. It is, though, the one component of the Gryphon that requires the most maintenance and replacement, particularly when more sorties are being flown.

But the motto of all fighter maintenance chiefs everywhere, regardless of origin, is "Par ung seul clou perd on ung bon cheval." It's the only French I know, but I take it to heart.

And on that note, duty calls. End Log.
Fri, 04 Aug 2017 20:12:57 +0000

What sound did the ship make as it impacted the planet?

Was it as deafening as Avery imagined or nearly silent in comparison to the chaos just before?

Did She groan in protest for a long time after impact, or was Her voice instantly silenced the moment She dropped from the sky?

Over and over, these questions tumbled in her head, like so much white noise, or the incessant buzzing of insects in her ear.

The ship, as she knew Her, was gone and reality as she knew it would never be the same.

36-year-old Avery knew how to respond in a crisis. She had learned to always trust her instincts when they told her to prepare herself for the wave of intense emotion coming. She had learned how to comfort others and to offer words of reassurance without ever revealing the sadness she felt inside.

She had learned caring for others was her purpose. Doing so gave her life meaning.

Like her fellow survivors surrounding her, Avery worked tirelessly to treat the wounded. Adrenaline, though trauma induced, kept her going, kept her from feeling or thinking about what came before.

Eventually, however, there were no more patients for her to care for. No more words of comfort needed to be offered.

Eventually, she was just a counselor without a crew. A shepherd who had lost her sheep, and a person about to be overcome by memories.


Five-year-old Avery was about to learn how to respond in a crisis. Five-year-old Avery was about to learn to always trust her instincts when they told her to prepare herself for the intense wave of violence that was coming thanks to her father. She had learned how to appease others and to offer words of obedience without ever revealing the fear she felt inside.

She was about to learn keeping her father happy was her job. She was about to learn doing so would give her life some sense of safety.


Five-year-old Avery knew exactly what sound her mother's head had made when it finally hit the last step of their family's spiral staircase.

It had been deafening, and Juliet's voice was instantly silenced the moment she dropped from a great height as her daughter's invincible heroine.

Her mother, as she knew her, was gone and her reality, as she understood it, would never be the same. ]]>
Sat, 08 Apr 2017 04:16:55 +0000
Thoughts and Questions
Everywhere I look on the ship, I see strained faces and hear arguments popping up over what used to bring laughter. The crew has had a very hard time lately and I'm not exception when it comes to feeling the strain of our situation. We're in an alternate universe with no allies, one of our ships has been captured by the Confederation and we have no idea what their status is or that of my boyfriend Temerant, who is the acting Executive Officer of the Cochrane.

I've been put in the position of acting Executive Officer of the Black Hawk and I feel as if it were a bad choice. I was barely ready to be a department chief of Security when Captain Geisler approached me after the last Chief was revealed to be a Consortium traitor. I question my decisions constantly and I have already lost personnel in one conflict or another and it's starting to take its toll on me. I talked to Counselor Stuart briefly, but not in any depth or detail. Maybe I should make another appointment with her and get my feelings out.

I have to wonder how many of the crew who are higher ranked or have more experience than I do feel about my current position. I don't have many friends on the ship, so I can't get a feel for how the crew as a whole feels about a newly minted Lieutenant being their acting Executive Officer. I put Lieutenant Corwin in charge of Security while I'm serving in this regard and I feel that she is doing a very good job, but she has more experience in Security than I do. For that matter, some of the enlisted have more experience, but no one has questioned my orders yet.

All I know is that the crew can't take much more of the strain that we're all facing and when the time comes, I can only hope that it will be in the form of verbal protests instead of fights or a mutiny. I won't allow that and I know Lieutenant Corwin won't allow that, but if the days continue as they have been, something is going to happen. I should talk to her about the possibility and make preparations in the event.

"Computer, delete previous paragraph," Camila ordered as she sipped her Raktajino and sighed. "Continue recording."

Here I am, a Lieutenant and in charge of a department and I continue to question myself while wondering about those around me. If the Captain has any doubts about me, he hasn't stated them to me, nor has the Executive Officer called me into his office. Well, the normal Executive Officer. Maybe I should use my current position to look into it and see if I've been flagged for anything. No, that would be an abuse of my position and I'm a Starfleet officer first and foremost.

Back to the matter of Temerant. My boyfriend and the current Second Officer of the ship as well as the Chief of Operations. I truly hope that nothing has happened to him since the Cochrane was captured. We've had our ups and downs in the short time we've been together and I feel like a coward for having advocated running to marshal our resources instead of turning the ship around and heading directly into battle. I hope that he doesn't hold that against me when we finally rescue them.

We've learned some information about the Confederation by taking the son of the head of the Confederation as a prisoner, but his information is years out of date. We could be going into a trap blind, but that hasn't stopped us before and it won't stop us this time, either. We're less than four hours away from the location that we learned and while I should be trying to get some sleep, I fully expect to be called into another meeting or have more PADDwork to do before then. Until I learn one way or another what is going to happen, all I can do is hope that someone out there is listening and keeps our people safe.

End Personal Log
Tue, 27 Dec 2016 04:01:41 +0000
A letter home?
These long perimeter patrols are boring, so I've decided to fill my time here by making an entry into my personal log. Maybe I'll even send it to Arev when we regain contact with the Alpha Quadrant. With three ships to man, and only one crew, anyone not asleep is at his station. For the air wing, that means on patrol, as I'm not sure the three vessels could really fight effectively as they are currently manned.

I'm a little apprehensive over how easy it was to retake the Cochran and the Chimera. The boarding teams will certainly tell me differently but without shields and no fighters of their own the Black Hawk certainly could have destroyed both ships. Yet, even restrained as we were, we managed to take both vessels without what I would consider significant loss or damage. It makes me suspicious, paranoid even, and I don't like it. Out here, on my own, I find myself inadvertently watching the Black Hawk as much as the Cochran or the Chimera. That fact alone means that the Consortium may have already won. Trusting your wingman is important and they have us looking askew at everyone.

Speaking of wingmen, I am pleased to have been reunited with Jonar Sito. I believe Walsh considers the man a positive influence on me, but I wonder if he's heard any of the stories from Galahad's time in flight school. After this is all done, perhaps I can invite the two of them to Talon's to "educate" Rocco on his good knight.

Arev, I will assume you are listening at this point. You would be proud of me. I've made some surprising progress. I have a friend. Yes, do not laugh. She is not even part of my squadron. Can you believe that? Though I must admit that my allegiance was purchased with chocolate, I remain surprised at myself despite this. You see... She is... A... A... *sigh* A nurse. Yes. A nurse. I will wait for you to compose yourself.

Katiniss, that is her name, and she is to be my sparing partner. We had a disagreement at first, but she tried to rectify that and we share some common bonds. I ask that you not tell mother about this, we both know that she will blow it out of proportion.

In regards to our parents, please inform me of how they are doing in your next letter. We are still not speaking, but please tell them I am well. Yes, I expect you to lie about that. Keep yourself safe, sister, these can be troubling times and I am not sure how far the infection of the Consortium reaches.

I love you. Discord out.]]>
Fri, 05 Aug 2016 22:01:16 +0000
Vorian - Personal Log #001
==========Begin Recording==========

Lieutenant Vorian Sulvai, Assistant Chief Engineer aboard the USS Black Hawk, personal log #001, stardate undisclosed.

The probability of my mother reading these logs is 90%, so for the sake of humour I shall not date my personal logs while aboard the USS Black Hawk. It will certainly make for a lot of interesting conversations the next time we have the opportunity to meet. And yes, I have been told by my former CO that she had used her diplomatic and ties to Starfleet to get my logs from him.

No matter how much one may grow, one always remains the offspring of one's mother. I wonder if she did the same with my brother's logs. Though why wonder, there's a 75% possibility she did so. But then again, he's a marine and the marine corps are less inclined to share personnel information with civilians, no matter how high up their friends are.

Somehow I have a rather irrational feeling that my brother has taken precautions that I am not aware of to prevent our mother from meddling with his personal information. As stubborn and fearsome as she is, Rumata has certainly taken after her, he has more Betazoid DNA in him than I do.

I've asked father to do something about it and I think I actually caught, for a fraction of a second, his lips trying to smile. It would've been an all knowing and understand, all encompassing smile I am certain of it. He shook his head and never answered my request. But what can one expect from them, they barely see each other anymore.

Leaving that subject aside for now, I have safely arrived on the USS Black Hawk. The trip had been uneventful in a rather small but comfortable shuttle with what I could only assume was a mute Bajoran, operations lieutenant from what I could tell. He was not only vocally quiet, but emotionally as well. It was a very pleasant and relaxing journey. Almost caught me unprepared when I boarded the Hawk.

After a week spent in blissful silence the storm of emotions coming from a ship this big had been enough to make me kneel in pain. But it was only a moment of momentary weakness. The following day I even reported for my first medical and the good Doctor Jayla Kij, a joined Trill, even suggested that she might find me some neural suppressants to help me with my condition. If it works then I would have to inform Rumata of this solution.

Doctor Kij has even asked of Betazoidian solutions for my conditions. I told her that I might be allergic, which in part I still believe I am. Though almost two decades later I am starting to doubt that. Our mother might've purposely meddled with the suppressants to try and push me and Rumata further with our so called gifts.

Will have to wait and see what Doctor Kij finds. Until then I think it is high time that I visit the ship's lounge and try some of the beverages available. Mother if you do read this, I'll do a human custom and drink to your health.

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Wed, 03 Aug 2016 14:07:58 +0000
New beginnings
Personal Log – Katniss Sutherland

I can’t say I was happy with my assignment to the USS Black Hawk. It wasn’t my first choice, in fact it wasn’t my second choice, or my third…hell in fact it wasn’t my choice at all. But then again what other ship would have a nurse fresh out of Starfleet Medical with one, two, okay…several minor infractions on my record.

It’s going to be hard, I know no one here and there isn’t a familiar face in sight. The friends I did make all got accepted to their first choices, I even have the bragging messages saved in my personal database. I guess it’s an achievement anyone took me at all, people didn’t think I’d even graduate, never mind get an assignment, hell I didn’t even believe it myself.

Farther wasn’t happy that I wasn’t going down the Doctor route, or that I didn’t go for command but he should be happy that I joined Starfleet at all. If I had my way I would have given it a wide birth, but seven generations of Sutherland’s joined so it was expected of me too. I owe my parents a lot, I can’t and I won’t turn my back on them. So here I am cut off from the Alpha Quadrant, on a ship I didn’t want to be on and with a crew I don’t know.

I always seem confident but deep down I’m as nervous as hell. I don’t know if I’ll make friends here and I don’t know if we will survive, but I’m a nurse and I’ll give it my dam hardest. If all else fails I could always have some fun with the EMH.

Sat, 09 Jul 2016 15:04:19 +0000
I sit here in my spartan quarters, confronted with the possibility of staying in one place for the first time in longer than I care to remember. I know no one. I care for no one. Yet this may be home. It is 1101, and I am to report to my first briefing as a Black Knight. I had made a joke to another officer about the Knights of Noir. He didn't laugh. He didn't laugh when I said "Ni!" either. I'm surprised by how many humans know so little of their own culture. Should I be? I know nothing of my own. Thanks to my father and mother, I know how to be a better Klingon than a Vulcan, and it's easier for me to list football statistics than talk about Vulcan history. Perhaps I should consider getting something that doesn't fit into a backpack.

I met an interesting fellow aboard Unity. I payed dearly for Gekag to get a message to Arev, which I hope is delivered. With any luck, it finds her safe and well, and hopefully she welcomes the message. Since my... disagreement with Father, Arev has been the only family that would even open my communications. Whether she actually reads them, or how they make her feel, I cannot say.

Enough. Time to go make introductions.]]>
Wed, 29 Jun 2016 19:31:11 +0000
Just another day
==========Begin Recording==========

Senior Chief Petty Officer Samantha Hanson Personal Log

On my way to New Risa to join the red shirts, well greyish red shirts. Starfleet gave me ones that doesn't fit well. My rear is just embarrassing to say the least so I'll get some baggy ones when I get there.
As that admiral told me off the record, it'd be the last day I'll be a marine; I did like the running around with a phaser rifle, shooting the enemy. Yes sir, no sir persona that everyone had as well as the security of things. We held the position and never faltered. In one person's words, All Good things come to an end but at the end of my marine career. It was All bad things come to an end though I would agree that given a fleet position was my only option. Joining a mercenary squad would really piss off my father. That's something I'd never forgive him for. What he did to me wasn't the favourite time of my life and my sister; his favourite child; simply sided with him and didn't defend me when I needed it. We were so close, her and I and as she went on with her career, I went on with mine, just following her footsteps. She was my older sister and I do love her a lot. I can always love my family but I no longer like them.
So now I'm a Chief Of the Boat, should really call it, Chief Of the Ship but that might confuse people if I was abbreviated as COS, alternate meaning of Chief Of Staff. I might consider bringing some oars, a yard arm, flags for semaphore and an anchor. We'll see how the enlisted staff like me as an ex-marine; they don't have to know my history but embrace my experience. I would Imagine them thinking that I'm going to have them doing assault courses, live firing ranges, dash down crawl observe. I'm sure news about me would have gotten ahead of me and that'll give them misconceptions already. What I get is what I get.

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Thu, 21 Apr 2016 14:27:21 +0000
Chief Medical Officer's Log
Chief Medical Officer's log, stardate 64215.68

After receiving word from Yolvanda II about a potentially deadly outbreak of an unknown virus, the Captain has placed the system and any ships within it on quarantine, which means we are stuck here. But, that may be a good thing because it seems that some of the crew have come down with a similar illness.

I have contacted Yolvanda's medical personnel to get a better idea of what the symptoms are. So far, it sounds like exactly what is happening here. First, the patient presents with a sore throat that will not go away, no matter what I do. Next, they can't seem to stay awake; one cadet fell asleep standing up in the Stellar Cartography lab. After that, they're exhausted, but cannot sleep. That's as far as it's gotten here on the ship, but apparently, on Yolvanda, things have gotten much worse.

Soon after the sleeplessness comes mild hallucinations and delusions. These increase in intensity until finally, several days later, the patient just dies with no discernible cause.

The scariest part is that the body doesn't seem to even recognize this virus as a danger. No anti-bodies are present and nobody seems to have a fever. Antivirals are ineffective, as are sedatives. I'm at my wit's end trying to cope with people who can't wake up and people who can't sleep.

I just hope I figure this out before the hallucinations and delusions start. I don't know what I would do with someone who believes I'm a Klingon trying to kill them.

End log.]]>
Mon, 11 Apr 2016 02:12:09 +0000
Personal Log. Ensign Braxus. #1
Life has been strange aboard the USS Black Hawk. What with the Syndicates and the momentous duty this ship and its crew seems to hold. Repairs have been slow, but thankfully, things aren't a lost cause. It wouldn't exactly be sunshine and rainbows if we didn't have a way to move.

I'm still eager to serve aboard the ship, but I can't help but be apprehensive about what may happen in the future. Will we be another floating piece of lifeless metal among the already massive graveyard? Will we end up stranded on a planet with no ship to get us home? Will we become heroes for stopping some unknown plot against the Federation? Will we simply go home and not be recognized for our efforts?

So many questions could be asked, yet one seems to be very prominent in my mind. Will I see my family again? That's what it all comes down to with me. I feel guilty for it, but I've not really adjusted to life on a starship. It isn't exactly glamorous and it isn't a "barrel of monkeys" as my grandmother would have said. But it's home and I've got to live with the cards I've been dealt.

Still, it's nice to be serving the Federation in a more active way. The Vespira was dreadfully dull. Till' death do us part. Seems to be a good motto for a ship such as this. Anyway, I better wrap this thing up. I need to get myself some well-deserved sleep. Then it's back to main engineering. There's just something about the hum of a warp core that puts my mind at ease.

End personal log.]]>
Tue, 02 Jun 2015 02:33:23 +0000
The Dark Chorus
:: Enlisted Accommodation, Deck 13 ::
:: Following the events of 'Adrift' ::

No, no no no.

The song, the song has changed! The ship sings differently and it shouldn't be, not like this. The emergency lights are so dim, so soft. I feel like they should bring comfort, but something is wrong with the ship. I can feel it.

I can hear the people either side of my quarters shouting for attention. They sound alarmed, and I don't know why the regular lights are out either, but they know that, really. They all know it isn't just them, but they continue to shout.

I need my toolkit. I keep it ready for things like this, because something will always need fixing, to nurture the ship's song back to normal. Machines form a choir, but not many appreciate it.

Maybe if they listened, really listened, they'd understand.]]>
Wed, 04 Mar 2015 19:25:55 +0000
Boarded..USS Black Hawk..
" Next stop, USS Black Hawk." The words spoken over the intercom broke through the silence. Lt. Rogers woke from his semi drifting and began to look around the shuttle craft.
He shook his head to clear out any remaining cobwebs, then turned to his duffle bag and kit. Grinning, he pulled out a few papers and scanned through them.
"Hmm, 'USS Black Hawk.' Sounds like an interesting place. Hope I'll be able to find a niche for myself in there." Rogers thought back to his last posting on Mars, and the receiving of new orders to report to the Black Hawk. He didn't like the move, but with Star Fleet, one had to go where one was ordered to go.
The shuttle craft was slowing turning, making sure a docking bay was open for it. "Shuttle craft Chaffee, requesting permission to dock. Have one 'drop off' for you guys." Rogers heard over the com.
Rogers grabbed his gear closer to himself. It didn't matter if this had been his first assignment, or would turn out to be his last - arrival at a new post always seemd to bring a feeling of excitement and adventure to him.
The shuttle entered one of Unity's bays, and slowly came to a stop. Rogers got up from his seat and started towards the shuttle's doors. "Wait till we get the 'All Clear.' " A voice was heard over the speakers.
Rogers took a deep breath, and then heard a voice; "Shuttle craft, you are secure, ok to open doors."
The shuttle's doors opened, and Rogers advanced onto Unity's deck. Noticing person a few feet away, Rogers approached him and saluted. "Lieutenant Rogers, reporting for duty." The person(wearing coveralls,) returned Rogers' salute, then spoke.
"Lieutenant, I'm just a fellow assigned to move some storage from one section to another. You *might* want to go see your Department Head and report to him or her." Chagrinned, Rogers thanked the fellow, then wallked into the Black Hawk.]]>
Fri, 23 Jan 2015 06:31:59 +0000
I've been reassigned. The Big I is without its Ace. I'm sure they'll miss me, if not my reticule on their tails in the combat simulators. I've been assigned my own squadron, the 555th. Call themselves the Black Jacks. I'll have to see about wiping them into shape. They seem to be relatively inexperienced.

Haven't met my new CAG, but the new CO is solid.

I think I'll like it here.

Still need to get the flight chief to paint my kills on my boat. Can't let the kids walk past without the customary looks of awe. God, I'm cheesy sometimes...]]>
Tue, 26 Aug 2014 10:28:16 +0000
an interesting day
Personal log
February 2, 2388

There was just an interesting encounter with a Ferengi ship that was making salvage claims. It work out ok but something odd about the ship. They had a Tetryon emitter, something that shouldnt be on that class of ship. It may not be any issue at all, but I need to brush up on Tetryon emissions and how to counter-act them. This could have been a serious situation should they have used the device. I want to develop some defensive options should it ever become necessary.

On a lighter note, I just got an invitation from Ensign Dash, as I believe many did, to participate in some "R and R". It is apparently something Humans do when not engaged in work, instead of training for battle. I truly have too much to work on, too much to study for my current post to spend "climbing a mountain" or something like that.

Entry part 2....

I guess I should partake of this R and R. It seems to be physical activity which would be a benefit. Plus it does have the added benefit of getting to know the Ensign better. This is something I should do with my fellow bridge crew. What is the worst that could happen?

Wed, 28 May 2014 02:56:53 +0000
New Ship
Today starts my service on USS Black Hawk. It am both looking forward and dreading the opportunity to meet a new crew. I enjoy getting to know everyone and the unique preferences of a CO but I sometimes dread the stereotypes others my have about Andorians.

I cant wait to take a look at the engine room also.]]>
Sun, 18 May 2014 21:21:06 +0000
Biting My Thumb
Chief Medical Officer's Log-

Yeah, I'm never going to get used to that.

I'm on my fifth cup of coffee, looking over this roster. The U.S.S. Black Hawk-the ship I've been assigned to-has an impressive crew roster. Not sure what Starfleet is expecting of us, but at least we've got people with quality. Any Captain who used to be in my field is at least going to be easy to work with. According to the logs, they're caught up on their vaccinations, so that's one less thing to worry about. But the manifest is going to put me through my medical paces.

We've got an Antican. He's huge, according to the records, but I don't know much about their medicine. Might pick up a veterinary journal or two, if I'm not alright with the bits of Antican medicine I can get my hands on. There's a Bolian running the fighters; Not sure how his bite is, but Bolians know how to bark, in my experience. Also, got a few Betazed-Hybrids hang around. One's another doctor in my Sick Bay. He's mousey, but he's got potential.

But there's one more person in Sick Bay; The nurse. And she could be an issue, considering she's very much a Cardassian.

I can look at her. I can do that much. Talk to her, too. I don't see the monsters who enslaved my people, kept us down for years. I don't see the beasts who drove us from our world, and made us the beggar race of the stars. But I still see a Cardassian. Dunno if I can work with her, or not. Until I meet her myself, I won't know for sure. I'll say a prayer or two, before bed. Maybe the Prophets will give me the clarity I can't give myself.

Still, why would they start now?

Computer, end log.]]>
Wed, 12 Mar 2014 02:24:59 +0000
Fresh new start
Ensign Harold 'Hal' Sherman was working at the Ops Station looking through personnel that he would be working and making sure the Boatswain had posted duty roster for the Department. Everything seemed to be in order, and he update himself to other senior crew members that he would interact with.

It seem the time before the Mission briefing took no time at all. Checking his panel one more time to make sure everything was working properly, which it was, he closed out of log to go to the briefing.
Mon, 13 Jan 2014 22:17:51 +0000