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USS Eagle, NCC 9561

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     Gwen walked into her quarters after her duty shift. She was tired and wanted to just crawl into bed. However, she decided that maybe she should record a couple of logs before she forgot about what had happened while she was on duty. It was an odd experience, she never expected it. So it was definately worth recording some of it.

     The ensign walked over to the replicator and ordered a tia maria, a local alcoholic drink of her homeland. She downed the shot and returned the glass to the replicator. Then she moved over to a chair to start the recording, as the alcohol started to relax her. "Computer, open Duty log."

     Once the computer chimed that it had opened the log, Gwen began, "Now we don't just have to worry about the Frinkta, but also Spacula One. Apparently the material that was beamed up from the planet was something worth fighting over. The Admiral did not look very happy at us and demanded it back, and threatened us. He does not want us talking to the emperor, and said we wouldn't reach him alive. Currently that material is under security in one of the cargo bays.

     "Before the Spaculans arrived, The XO and CO left the bridge and left me incharge, even though there was a higher ranking officer on the bridge. I was nervous, but nothing much happened, until the Spaculans arrived. The CO returned to the Bridge at that time, and I went back to my tac station, where I was much better suited.

     "Computer Close duty log."
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Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
USS EagleUSS Eagle
     Gwen yawned as she sat in her seat, having just closed her duty log. The bed looked very comfortable right now, calling her name, begging her to crawl in and get all nice and comfy. But Gwen wanted to record her personal thoughts on what happened before she allowed herself to drift off to nevernever land.

     "Computer, open personal log." The computer indicated that it was recording and Gwen began, "During my shift today the CO left me incharge of the bridge, even though Ensign Haas was at his station. It was an adrenaline rush that's for sure, and that chair . . . That chair was definately very comfortable. Of course, I don't sit during my duty shift, so any chair will probably feel comfortable. Not that I mind standing.

     "I think I'm really going to like serving under Commodore Fyrstk. He's definately not a weak commander at all, and handled the Spaculans well, almost challenging the Admiral to battle. I'm just glad I'm not serving under a CO who wants to be polite and diplomatic and have everyone like him. That would have driven me crazy!

     "Computer close log." The computer closed the log as Gwen made her way over to her screaming bed. She slipped under the covers and fell asleep to dream of fire fights and great victories.

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 Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
USS Eagle
Next post by Gwen
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     Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass walked into his office on deck two and sighed to himself as the doors closed behind him. It had been a very long day. "Computer, access XO Log and begin recording."

     The computer simply beeped its compliance and Lance begin, "First Officer's Log. Supplemental. I have finished going over the debris we obtained and it looks like the bomb used a phase cloak. Not a very powerful one, but one that would work long enough to beam a bomb into the middle of a planet. I have reported my findings to the Commodore."

     Lance took a pause to consider what else to add. "The Spaculans are up to something. At least that's my opinion. We had a run in with Spaculan One and I have the feeling that there leader wont survive for to much longer. But I don't know if we are allowed to get involved. There are prime directive issues involved. End Log."

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Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass
Acting Executive Officer
USS Eagle; NCC-9561
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     Lance sat down Heavily in his seat. He had just recorded his main log, now it was time to work on his personal log. "Computer, open my personal log and begin recording."

     "Personal Log, Stardate 0303.06. If the Frinta's bomb would have gone off like they had programed it to, The Spaculan colony and anything in orbit of it would have probably been destroyed. Luckily our Anyon beam screwed up the bomb's targeting system. I also learned something a few days ago that I still cant shake. I can't believe that the Federation ever tried to create a phase cloak. They were fools and now we are stuck cleaning up the mess of it. The Frinta have obtained a partial design schematic for the federation phase cloak. My readings of what we stole from the colony confirm that. And they have been using Romulan parts to fill in the gap. I do have to applaud there engineering abilities. Trying to make Romulan and federation based tech work together is not an easy thing to do. I have talked to Lukas about what I discovered and he confirmed it. But he was surprised to learn that I also knew about it. Well, technically no one on this ship is supposed to know about the federation's cloak, but Lukas is resourceful when it comes to getting information he needs and well, I have my own ways of getting data I am not supposed to have. Me and Lukas have both agreed to keep the rest of the ship in the dark. Luckily the phase cloak gives out a partial Romulan signal so it should be pretty easy to keep the federation tech hidden. My engineering team has been sworn to secrecy and they know that if they let one word slip that I personally will deal with them."

>/font>      Lance lets out a light chuckle as he continues,"Sometimes its good to be known as a really hard @$$. End Log and seal under security clearance Alpha 2 or higher."

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Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass
Acting Executive Officer
USS Eagle; NCC-9561
Next post by Lance
OPS Log Stardate 030308:


The Frinkta ship seems to have finally moved off. They hung around for quite a while after Spacula One turned and left.

Speaking of Spacula One, I am still trying to determine the anomalous energy signature that the ship emits. It is not one normally associated with an Excelsior class ship. I am betting it is a weapon. Admiral Gaolino seems awful confident about putting his ship against ours. In a normal fight, the Intrepid-class ship will easily take a Excelsior-class. So what are they hiding on there.

End Log
Ensign Roman Haas
Operations Officer
Next post by Roman
Personal Log, Jev Rixx, SD 030309

I am dictating this log as I climb Mt. Pol on Andor III. Thank the gods I can just dictate instead of typing in the data.

After all the stress on the ship, I needed another challenge. I am halfway up this ice climb, but the holodeck safety features are on so the snow beneath has been replicated by the holodeck to actually cushion my blow. Also, while it seems like I am already 35 meters up, it is actually an illusion. If I jumped right now I would fall a mere 3 meters..

It's amazing with all the stress around here that I would be doing something else that would pump my adrenaline. I mean, there has been so much stress, so much strife, and there has been little that I could do to help. I am not an engineer. I know nothing about slip stream drives. But at least here in the holodeck I can create challenges, face them, overcome them, and feel triumph.
Duty Log CNS Jev Rixx (Lt. Cmdr),Stardate 030311

Crewman Vtan's condition is deteriorating. His Benzite brain just can't hold up to the pressure of the pressure to his temporal lobe. We must get him to a Starbase or better yet Benzar for him to live.

It is strange that I am making a diagnosis like this since I am not a medical doctor. But this brain condition is caused by psychological stress in Benzites. When they are too far from home and not getting the affirmation they need it can lead to catastrophic results: a tumor-like growth in the brain. My diagnosis follows:
I just hope I can help the medical staff to help him

End report
Lt Commander Jev Rixx
Ship's counselor
Duty Log, Lt. Cmdr. Jev Rixx, Ship's Counselor, USS Eagle, SD 030312

The young betazoid counselor reviewed the latest journal on Andorian leadership psychology as he was preparing himself for bed....

Andorian Group Dynamic Psychology

Andorians are among the most hierarchical species which comprise the Federation. Only the Bynars represent a more centralized and caste-like regime. Andorian culture, which is based highly on their military, is broken up into various cells or mollas which guide day-to-day life. In general the leader of a mollas, also known as a tuncat is not questioned by those people who work under him (note: Andorian psychology is still somewhat misogynistic). However, if the mollas is confronted with a situation which would undermine the present socio-cultural interdynamic the tuncat call what is referred to in Federation Common as a Shaper Council to discuss the issue before the entire mollas and the Council decides whether the proposed change is consistent with both Andorian law and custom. A mollas is not only permitted to call a Shaper Council into being, he is in fact compelled by Andorian custom if the need is great.

Lt. Commander Jev Rixx
Counselor
Next post by Jev
OFF: Please note this log takes place during the two hours that the Eagle was in Slipstream.

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     Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass frowned as he listened to Jeff read off the latest hull readings from their trip thru slip stream. ~85% isn't a bad number, but we have only been in slipstream for an hour and we still have a return trip to make.~

     Turning to the console Lance now shared with Lukas, he begin programing a simulation. "I wonder how long the ship could last without the hull armor?" he muttered to himself as he finished programing the sim and set it to run. As the results played out on the screen, he thought to himself, "Will we make it?"
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 Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass
Executive Officer
USS Eagle; NCC-9561
Next post by Lance
Duty Log Counselor Rixx, SD 030319

Well, Crewman Jenkins was at it again. Why can't that man just learn to be a good supervisor? I mean, the physics department is short staffed, but that is no reason for him to take out his frustrations on Crewman Korn. Gamma shift is frustrating I realize. All those two crewmen, both of which have bachelors degrees from universities outside of the Academy (I think Jenkins went to University of Beijing on Earth, Korn went to the Argolus Institute on Narachama IV), so they are not officers and probably won't be for a long time. Maybe they are bitter, bitter at each other. But that's no reason to take out their frustrations out on each other. I will speak to Ensign Curtis about this in the morning.
Next post by Jev
Gwen stole a few moments to record a duty log.

"I don't like our current situation. First we were sent to the very edge of the Delta Quadrant, to a set coordinates. We get there and there's nothing. Then the regent appeared back on our ship from apparently out of no where. He told the Captain to take the ship into a warp fold to another universe. If that wasn't bad enough, we then were taken by a beam into a ship. At least I can report that at the moment, both the space dock doors and the warp fold are open. But I'm sure that could easily change in minutes. As far as our tactical situation, we are at a drastic disadvantage. If these c-" Gwen paused to think of a more correct term to use, then she continued. "If these felines choose to attack us, they could destory us with very little effort. I have not yet had a chance to voice my opinion to the Captain, because the regent has been around. However, I have a feeling that the XO talked to the Captain about the situation. He seemed as concerned as I am."

Gwen closed the log and went back to her console to check out the status. She knew it was rather futile, since the situation hadn't changed, and probably wouldn't. But it made her feel more at ease in this most unusual situation.

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Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
USS Eagle
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Stealing another minute away from the situation, Gwenny opened up a personal log.

"I can't believe the situation we are in. I feel totally helpless here! Should these cat creatures get into an ill-tempered mood, they could very easily claw us to death. It wouldn't take them long at all to destory our ship. I hate feeling traped, like a mouse caught in the corner. Hopefully they will be able to fix Alo quickly and then let us return to out own world. They better not blame us for what happened to their prince. It wasn't our fault, it was Ensign Lost's stupid game. I have to get back to duty, manning the tacitcal station, what little good it will really do us. At least I feel somewhat more comfortable."

She closed the log and went back to her station, still very aggitated and not at ease at all.

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 Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
USS Eagle
Next post by Gwen
Science Officer's Log Stardate 030323

After the ship emerged from the Warp Fold my scans showed we were indeed in another Galaxy. This is my first time traveling to another Galaxy. A most fascinating experience though I cannot help feeling a small trace of concern that we may find ourselves stuck here, no slight against the impressive Slip-Stream drive.

Upon emerging from the Warp Fold I first scanned the large vessel. It is massive with thousands of inhabitants and well armed. I do not believe the Eagle would have a chance if it came down to a fight. I am monitoring the status of the Warp Fold. Our only hope may be to try and escape through that.

Fearing the Warp Fold may collapse and we may be forced to try and open it again on our own I have run thorough analysis hoping to figure out what keeps it open, how it is open and closed, and if need be can the Eagle open it. I have my doubts at this time such a feat can be accomplished.

Knowing this to be a chance of a lifetime I immediatly started conducting scans hoping to gather as much information about this new Galaxy. I also ordered Ensign Mulder down in Stellar Cartography to fully take opportunity of this chance and gather as much information as he is able.

I was unable to discover our position relative to our own Milky way Galaxy - the distances are far too great to even pick up our galaxy.

This being my first time on the bridge and my first assignment I am trying to better become familiar with the controls. I hope when the time comes and I am needed I can show myself a capable Science Officer up to the given task at hand.

End Log

Ensign Ratchet Hamza
Science Officer
USS Eagle
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Duty Log: Stardate whatever.

This universe is definately a dangerous place. We were attacked by a vessel three times our size with similar armament. I was sure that we were going to be in for some serious damage. Luckily that City Ship caught up with us and with their help, the attackers left.

The attackers also use this fold technology that seems very prevelent in this universe. I must admit, it does seem like a more efficient way of travel, but for us it presents a problem. Normal sensors can't detect ships at a distance and prepare for attack. Instead these ships can appear out of nowhere and attack. We are currently working on finding a way to predict this fold. I do believe that Ensign Hamza, the science officer, has found a possible way. I hope that she has. I would feel much safer knowing that at least we would have some warning, instead of finding out only after a ship has fired on us.

On a side note, n the last fire fight I was given an order by the CO, and then the XO changed the order. I wasn't sure who to listen to at first, but I figured that since the CO didn't correct the XO, that I should go with the last order given. Everything turned out fine, but I still might ask others if this type of things happen frequently or not.

End Duty Log.
Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
Personal Log: Stardate whenever.

Cripes! This ship seems to get itself into more firefights then god knows who! First the Frinkta, and now with these . . . these Lizard people. Who will it be next? The kitty cat species that we are here supposidly as guests? It really wouldn't surprise me if that did happen, with the luck of this ship.

Luck? Or is it a curse? I don't know which. I will admit that it's great practice for me, and it's definately better then sitting around, waiting for something to happen. That was pure torture.

I'm starting to wonder if Captain McDoogle wasn't really trying to punish me by sending me to this ship. It sounded like it was too real to be true, getting assigned to this ship, I mean it's supposidly one of the best in the fleet. but now I'm seeing that it's always an inch away from anhialation! It's just luck that seems to save this ship. I will say that this ship is damn lucky. It's got a good crew, but even a good crew can't account for everything that has happened.

I think that this ship may need a more experienced Tactical Officer. I will continue to do the best that I can, but I never expected my first real assignment would be like this, and sometimes I feel like I'm in over my head. Life goes on, and so far I haven't done anything to get this ship killed, even with having to make my own judgement call.

I had to choose whom to listen to, the XO or CO and it made me hesitate, I mean, how in the world was I suppose to know? Sure you'd probably think that the CO's word is law and that you should obey's his word no matter what. I mean that is what is taught in the academy (with only minor exceptions to that). However, in the real world I'm finding that things are nearly as clear cut as that. The XO's order came after the CO's in a maner correcting it. Since the CO didn't react to the change, I went with that. No one else seemed startled by the XO changing things.

I guess I should ask if this type of things goes on a lot. Rommie seems like he knows a lot of what's going on, so maybe I'll start with him. I could go directly to the CO or XO, but if I can get my questions answered without doing that, it's all the better. Besides, wouldn't mind getting a chance to talk to him, find out more about this ship and all.

We apparently will be getting shore leave when we reach the kitty cat planet. I wonder what it'll be like. I really thought Alo was unique, never really thought about what his universe was like, or figured that there were probably a lot of others like him. It seems that this Universe has more animal like creatures with high inteligence then just the typical Primate style in our Universe. It's kind of weird to see. I will have to find out more about them when we get to one of their planets.

Personal Log Closed.
Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
Next log by Gwen
Science Officer's Log Stardate 030402

It seems my assumption that we were merely in another galaxy was incorrect. Rather we are in an entirely different universe all together similar to the Mirror Universe they taught us about back at the Academy.

While the Warp Fold is still open we are now conducting research on how the previous Starship Eagle was transported to the Mirror Universe lest we be forced to find our own means of returning home. According to our research so far the trip was entirely accidental when the ship was overtaken by an ion storm with unusual readings. There is no mention on how the USS Eagle was returned from the Mirror Universe.

Suddenly the massive city ship dropped out of warp, then dropped back and the Eagle was struck by energy fire, the source was later discovered to be a ship three times the size of the Eagle. I am presently running scans of the ship to determine who they are and what capabilities they posses.

End Log
Ensign Ratchet Hamza
Science Officer
Science Officer's Personal Log Stardate 030402

To find out we are not just in another Galazy but in another universal all together was a real shock that I had not expected. You hear about the Mirror Universe all the time and your mirror self and all that but Inever thought I would be living it myself. I wonder if there is another Ratchet Hamza in this alternate universe. What is she like? Is she a Starfleet officer? It would be pretty fascinating to meet my alternate self

They talk about the incredible missions of Captain Kirk and the USS Enterprise but reading up on the history of the Eagle - they had their own share of fascinating adventures and even crossed over to the Mirror Universe. I cannot help hoping this reputation continues and they continue to have their share of the strange and unknown - after all that is why I signed up for Starfleet in the first place. If I just wanted science I could have stayed at the Vulcan Science Academy.

But just as I was getting all excited about my new discoveries the ship came under attack. Its still pretty scary feeling the ship shaking under you and you know is from enemy fire; that at any moment the shields will collapes and their weapons will be tearing through the ship and there is very little between you and the vacuum of space. Still its a small price to pay to being out here. I cannot wait for a chance to better examine the scans we took of this alternate universe!

End Log
Ensign Ratchet Hamza
Science Officer
Next post by Ratchet
OPS LOG: Stardate 030410:

With the ship in parking orbit above the colony world of Ambassador Koebera's people, Commodore Fyrstk has secured permission for us to go over to the city ship. I-I am personally looking forward to this because it will give me the opurtunity to see first-h-hand what I've been looking at with the sensors.

Commodore Fyrstk also emphasized that Ensign Hamza go along with us. He ordered her to ring along a tricorder. I am really looking forward to this.

Ensignign Roman Haas
OPS Officer
Personal Log - 030410

Wow, an aw-away mission to the city ship. And with Gwen along too. It will be a little more difficult to keep my mind on the s-sights, but I'll manage.

Ensign Hamza (ratchet) will be joining us also. She didn't wan t to go. She was working on the possibilities o-of us finding our own way home, and she didn't want toleave that undone. I-I guess I can't fault her for that, but Commodore Fyrstk said to go, so I'm going.

This city-ship looks absolutely f-fascinating. And woth Gwen along. Wow.

End Log
 Ensign Roman Haas
Next log by ROman
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     This is going to be interesting. The Captain has given us permission to go visit the huge city ship of the cat species. I have to admit that part of me wants to remain on the bridge, becuase part of me doesn't trust this place. But then there's this bigger part that is really curious about this universe. The CO seems pretty secure with this place, and even the XO feels fairly safe, or so it seems.

     I can understand Ratchet's desire to remain on the ship, and to keep working, but she needs to learn to relax more. 4 sirs to tell the CO that she doesn't want to go is a tad excessive. I would think as the Science Officer that she would be really curious about this new place. This is probably a once in a life time, or maybe a rarely in a life time, experience. The information she could gather would be tremendous. Yet she wanted to remain on the ship so she could run programs about getting out of this place. She does seem like a good officer, can't fault her for that, but there is a time for duty and a time for exploration. Right now is the time for exploration.

     I hope that she doesn't ruin the fun with her constant talk about wanting to be back on the ship or not understanding why she needed to go on shoreleave. Rommie seems rather excited about going though, which is cool. I'm glad he's coming along with, not sure I'd survive on the planet ship alone with Ratchet. I was so close to taking her head off about calling everyone sir, especially when she started calling me sir. We are the same rank, if anything she outranks me! I'm hoping that when she gets to that planet and sees all the strange things she will forget about the ship for a little while and have some fun.

     I sure intend to, especially with the current company.

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Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
Next post by Gwen
-Regent-Computer open Personal Log Regent Shil.
-Computer-Personal log open Regent

Hmmm personal Log Regent Shil. Today is my son's days of Sla'gi and yet again i am stuck in the far reachs of the imperial. Sometimes i wonder if the life of a regent is worth being this far from the Prides and clans... :a soft sigh: Hmm the federation ship was attacked by a group of Shinoka hunters after our drives where shut down by some traps laid down by them as well. The federation ship was not damaged i beleive but i fear there crew was shaken by the attack. Shinoka Postiering is some what annoying to me. To destroy one of your own ships for retreating, how drul of them. now the numbers of that cluster is down by sevral hundred lives. Maybe my age is getting to me but, it doesnt hold the same appeal to me as it once was to elemnate an emeny like that....

I guess that is not something most expect to hear from a Regent. the Draconial Regent would surely flip his garm hearing that. On a stranger note we have been unable to conntact either Palaya Prime or Palaya Core since making the trip to meet wit hteh federation ship. Yet one more thing to worry about it seems. The Fold gates to the homeworlds are are not responding to activation commands. Ne'Q Jeu Bal'a :rubs his head softly: Now all we need is a Tyra Assualt fleet and my day will be complete...

-Regent- Computer estimated time to complete repairs to Fold Drive?
-Computer- Time Frame is set at Six Cycles.
-Regnet- Ne'Q....
-Computer- Command Not Understood. restate.
-Rengent- End Personal log and store.
-Computer-Command Accepted. Personal Log store in Regent Shil Records
 Submitted by Ambassador Alosar Koebera
Next post by Alo
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     Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass, executive officer of the United Federation of Planets starship Eagle simply smiled to himself as he left the bridge. The commander had offered to escort there visitor around the ship so Lukas could get some much needed time off, but Lukas basically told him to get lost and not to come back for a few hours. ~Thats fine by me,~ he thought to himself as he rode the lift down to his quarters.

     "I could use a little time off," he said quietly to himself as he walked down a deserted corridor to his quarters. "I cant remember the last time I had shore leave." Entering his quarters, Lance striped out of his uniform and jumped into the sonic shower.

     Ten minutes later, Lance was washed, dried, and putting on his last item of clothing, an orange button down shirt, left open. It added some much needed color to his outfit. Looking himself over in the full length mirror, he was happy with his outfit. Kakis shorts, a plain white T-shirt, and the orange shirt. With his strap sandals and his commbadge, his outfit was complete.

     "Now for my hair. Time to have some fun with it, " laughed Lance as he ran his fingers threw his bleach blond hair. ~Mmmmmm I know.~ thought Lance as he grabbed a bottle of seldom used hair jell and pored some onto his other hand. Smiling to himself as he used the jell to spike up his hair, he tried to remember the last time he had spiked up his hair. ~Not sense I left the academy.~

     Washing his hands the XO was surprised at his reflection in the mirror. "I look almost 18 again. Maybe I should do my hair like this more often." And with a finial check to on his appearance, Lance straightened his commbadge and made his way to the transporter room. Entering the room and jumping up on to the padd. Lance bearly kept from laughing as he detected the shock and amazement from the transporter operator. Simply smiling he said, "Beam me over to the city ship chief."

     The chief nodded as he worked his controls, and Lance beamed away.

:TBC:
Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass
Executive Officer
Next post by Lance
Science Officer's Personal Log Stardate 030415


Shore leave? On that ship? After all that talk of fear for the Eagle from that massive vessel and now we are going on Shore Leave on it? Sounds like suicide to me.

Besides I have too much work to do here. I still have to find us an alternate way home in case they do not allow us back through the warp fold. What if we are stuck here? All right that sounds pretty exciting - I cannot deny that. Not that I have much at home waiting for me anyway and imagine the research, the exploration in a new universe. I still cannot help wondering if there is an alternate me here. What is she like? They tell such fascinating things about people's alter personas in the mirror universe. I wonder what I am like there?

::sigh:: All right I cannot deny being a tad excited about beaming over to the City ship with Roman and Gwen. I have never seen a ship so large before. It is even bigger then D'Deridex warbirds and those are massive huge. The Commodore has permitted me to take a tricorder with me over. I intend to scan everything.

This may turn out very interesting. I only hope we make it back again so I can submit my research as a paper for Starfleet Academy. I wonder if I will win an award.

End

Ensign Ratchet Hamza
Science Officer
Next log by Ratchet
Personal Log.

     Damn if that wasn't exhilarating! We got into a cool fire fight. Though I didn't pay much attention to what exactly was going on with the other ships, I was too busy just having some fun at the helm. I mean, I got to fly around, and go where ever I wanted!! Okay, well, not "whereever" I wanted, but I had a lot more freedoms. OF course I was trying to avoid being annialated, but still! It was awesome!

     It was kind of nice to just sit and relax after the fire fight too. I had a nice high and was having all sorts of fun. Well, at least until Rommie kicked my chair. I'm gonna have to figure out some way to get that kid back! I'm sure I'll find a way. I have my resources.

     Well, I SORT OF have my resources. Some of them are currently in another universe, but hey! I'll still find a way. I know there's a way.

     Speaking of this universe, it looks really cool! And the best part is that it doesn't have my family in it!!! I'm hoping that when we get to that planet I'll get to have some fun exploring that planet! Maybe I can find something to take back with me that will get my cousin back for that stupid game!! I really ought to strangle that man!

END Personal Log.
Ensign Tru Lee Lost
Helm Officer (temp)
Next post by Tru
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     Gwen woke up in sickbay and looked around quite confussed. At first she wondered where she was and how she got here.

     Then she remembered.

     She had been on the planet, which was beautiful, though nothing compared to home. They ran into some strange looking dragonlike creatures who appeared as if they wanted to eat them. Then things started to get a little blurry. She remembered a cafe, food, water . . . but it wasn't water. It had looked like water, but she had a feeling like it wasn't.

     Gwen shook her head and looked around sickbay. "How--" She started to say softly, wondering how she had managed to get in here. Jumping off the biobed, the young ensign tried to remember more of what happened down on the planet.

     There was something funny about the water. She hadn't noticed it at first, but with each sip of the liquid she started getting more and more intoxicated. It wasn't long until she was drunk of her a**. But she wasn't the only one. Rommie had been drunk too.

     As the events that took place down on the planet started to become more clear to her, the ensign groaned. She couldn't believe she had really acted that way. It was a huge embarassment.

     Then another image hit her.

     Lt. Commander Bass.

     This time she groaned louder. The XO had witnessed the events that had transpired. Gwen could only imagine what he was going to say to her the next time she saw him. She wondered if he was going to tell Commodore Fyrstk, when she remembered something else.

     The Captain already knew.

     The more she thought about it, the worse the nightmere became, but she didn't know if it could get any worse then it was right now, and she didn't think she wanted to find out. Gwen couldn't remember if either the Captain or First Officer had given her any reprimands for her actions on the planet, they were rather deplorable. The only saving grace was that neither she nor Rommie had really done any interaction with the locals after they were intoxicated. They only made a fool of themselves and acted in a manner unbefitting a starfleet officer.

     Gwen looked around sickbay for someone on the staff who could release her. But she finding none, she contemplated whether she should just release herself or not. She had only been intoxicated after all, it wasn't anything major. At least in a medical sense it wasn't. Though Gwen figured she was in enough trouble as it was, and didn't need to add to it by going AWOL from sickbay. So, she laid back down on the biobed and closed her eyes, almost willing that when she opened them again, this would all have been just a bad nightmere, but knowing that wouldn't be the case.

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 Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
(Joint log with Gwen and Nurse Muerta, played by Solan Dahl)
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     Nurse Muerta started to make her rounds. She checked her charts. Dr. Resork had told her that as soon as Ensign Marqusa woke up that she was free to leave. Muerta looked over at the Biobed that held the young ensign and smiled. Even from a distance she could tell that Gwenivere was awake. Not just awake, but restless. Not that the nurse could really blame her.
     Gwen shifted on the biobed, not being able to find a comfortable position. She wondered who designed these things, and figured it was someone who never had to lay on one. Though she didn't know it, the reason she couldn't find a comfortable position had nothing to do with the bed, not really. She was worried about what the CO and XO were going to do to her. Her behavior down on the planet was deplorable. Sure, it wasn't her fault, but still, would they realize that? Would they take that into count? The tactical officer really hoped they would. If they didn't, Gwen was sure Captain McDoogle was going to kill her.
     Muerta moved over to Gwen's biobed. "Good morning." She said with a smile. Then looked over her latest readings just to make sure everything was normal. The nurse figured that the ensign would have a hang over from her actions down at the planet, that would have been normal, especially for Starfleet Officers who were used to Synthohol. They had no built up tolerance for the real stuff. "So how are you feeling?"
     Gwen looked at the nurse, and wondered why she was so chipper. She sat up and kicked her feet over the edge of the bed. "I am fine." She stoped there and wondered if she should mention the anxiety, but figured Muerta was a nurse, not a councelor. "Am I free to go?"
     The Nurse looked up from her readings in shock. This wasn't exactly how she expected the Ensign to behave. Maybe she was hiding the headache and other symptoms. She needed to make sure before she let her go. "No headaches, hightened sensitivity to light and sound?"
     Gwen slide off the Biobed and looked at Muerta. "No, none. I usually do not get hangovers nurse. Tis an inherited trait." She shruged nonchalantly, "It's actually rather common in the Irish community. I am feeling fine. Maybe a little apprehensive about what the reactions to what happened down on the planet, but medically I feel fine. May I go?"
     Muerta couldn't help but chuckle. Gwen did seem to have a one tracked mind, and right now it was set on leading her out of sickbay. "Lucky you, I suppose. You don't feel any ill effects about drinking too much. That could lead to troubles. Have you ever had trouble with drinking in the past?" She hadn't meant for it to come out like that. She didn't mean to insiuate that Gwen was an alocoholic or might have troubles with abuse/misuse of alcohol, it just came out like that.
     Gwen automatically put her hands on her hips, and stood up straight, looking down at the nurse. "Are you calling me an alcoholic?" Her voiced raised louder then she had intended. She couldn't help it. This happened anytime she felt like she was being attacked. And that was certainly the case here. How dare she say such a thing! Just because she accidently got drunk, ONCE and just because her genetics made it so she didn't have hangovers, did NOT mean that she was an alcoholic! The blood vessels in her face started to dialate which caused her face to start taking on a slightly pinkish red look that showed her obvious anger.
     Muerta realized her mistake a little too late, and the damage was done. "I'm sorry Ensign. I did not mean to imply that you were an alcoholic. It's just part of my job to make sure of things. And you have to admit, with the lack of retribution that alcohol has, it is easy to get addicted."
     "I most certainly do not have to agree with you. I am a starfleet officer, and I act accordingly!" She stared straight into the eyes of the nurse, almost daring her to refute that. Of course the ensign knew all the nurse would have to do was point out what happened on the planet, but Gwen could deal with that, she could retaliate, she could argue that. However the questioned remained, was that what she really wanted to do? Did she really want to get into even more trouble. Unfortunately even that passing thought wasn't enough to curb the ensigns temper. Another inherited trait.
     Muerta raised an eyebrow and looked back on the ensign. She, of course, remained calm, not wanting to really escalate things. "Of course Ensign. And, as I have been told, what happened on the planet was not your fault." The nurse hoped this would calm Gwen down a bit. "I was told that you were unaware that you were drinking a liquid that was highly intoxicating, believing the substance to be similar to water. Which of course, from the scans, would be a logical conclusion." Muerta kept her voice calm, almost matter of fact with no emotion.
     This was a surprise to Gwen. They really knew? Her hands slipped off her hips, and her posture relaxed a little. She broke eye contact with the nurse. Maybe she wouldn't be in as much trouble as she first thought. Hopefully. Unfortunately, she was unable to take all the anger out of her voice, which still had a bit of harshness to it, "I see. Good. Now, am I free to go?"
     Muerta chuckeled softly thinking, one track mind. She looked down at her scans again. Even though she knew that the Ensign was safe to go, she wanted to hold her back a little, to let her temper calm down a bit more. No need for her to go running off around the ship, and then blowing up at someone for some small thing. Looking from her scans to the patient and she smiled, "Yes, you are free to go Gwen."
     Gwen nodded, and then headed off towards the door. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should apologize. Then she walked out. It wasn't that she didn't want to apologize or anything, but rather the fact that she thought it was best to drop things, before her tempered flared again. She also knew that apology was not needed. She could sense that Muerta understood. One of the added benefits of her empathic ability. The only real benefit she saw.
     Muerta chuckled as the Ensign left. She understood the passion that was in the ensigns heart. Punching some information into the PADD she carried, she updated Gwen's file, indicating the ensign had left, and showed no signs of ill affect of the intoxication. Then she went off to her other duties.
     Muerta raised an eyebrow and looked back on the ensign. She, of course, remained calm, not wanting to really escalate things. "Of course Ensign. And, as I have been told, what happened on the planet was not your fault." The nurse hoped this would calm Gwen down a bit. "I was told that you were unaware that you were drinking a liquid that was highly intoxicating, believing the substance to be similar to water. Which of course, from the scans, would be a logical conclusion." Muerta kept her voice calm, almost matter of fact with no emotion.
     This was a surprise to Gwen. They really knew? Her hands slipped off her hips, and her posture relaxed a little. She broke eye contact with the nurse. Maybe she wouldn't be in as much trouble as she first thought. Hopefully. Unfortunately, she was unable to take all the anger out of her voice, which still had a bit of harshness to it, "I see. Good. Now, am I free to go?"
     Muerta chuckeled softly thinking, one track mind. She looked down at her scans again. Even though she knew that the Ensign was safe to go, she wanted to hold her back a little, to let her temper calm down a bit more. No need for her to go running off around the ship, and then blowing up at someone for some small thing. Looking from her scans to the patient and she smiled, "Yes, you are free to go Gwen."
     Gwen nodded, and then headed off towards the door. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should apologize. Then she walked out. It wasn't that she didn't want to apologize or anything, but rather the fact that she thought it was best to drop things, before her tempered flared again. She also knew that apology was not needed. She could sense that Muerta understood. One of the added benefits of her empathic ability. The only real benefit she saw.
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Muerta
NPC Nurse played by Solan Dahl

Ensign Cwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
Next post by Gwen
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     Muerta chuckled as the Ensign left. She understood the passion that was in the ensigns heart. Punching some information into the PADD she carried, she updated Gwen's file, indicating the ensign had left, and showed no signs of ill affect of the intoxication. Then she went off to her other duties.
     "Thank you, ma'am," Roman said. He carefully sat up on the bedd, pausing a moment to see if there was any spinning of the room. When there wasn't he just as cautiously slid off the io-bed. "Ummm,... Nurse?"
     She started to walk away, the stoped and turned back, "Yes Ensign?"
     He suddenly seemed genuinely embarrassed. Roman kicked at the deck for a moment then looked up to the nurse.
     She smiled sweetly to him trying to make him feel a little more at ease. "Is there something you need Ensign?"
     "What kind of mood w-was Commander Bass in," He asked. "We were a b-bit loose with our tongues o-on the city ship."
     Muerta tried not to laugh, "He seemed . . . concerned. You know, Ensign Marqusa wondered something very similar. You two must really have had some fun over on that ship of theirs."
     "Well," Roman said, blushing a deep green. "It really sn-snuck up on us fast. Ah mean we only had one glass apeice, a-and that wasn't even a full one."
     She smiled, "I see. I'm sure Commander Bass will understand. I'd almost be more afraid of the Commodore, but that's just me. Did you need anything else?"
     She could literally see the blood drain from Roman's face when she had mentioned the commanding officer. Roman suddenly checked back through what he could remember to see if he had said anything about Commodore Fyrstk.
     "W-was he here, ma'am?"
     "No, but He knows. And Commander Bass looked like he could understand your predicament, at least based on the way he was dressed. I've never seen the Commodore out of uniform."
     "Yes, ma'am, ... of ocurse, ... You're right," Roman said with a bit of worry in his voice. He turned and headed for the door. His whole demeanor dreading leaving sick bay. "I-I guess I better go, ... get back to duty and all."
     "Good luck Ensign." She turned back to her other duties that she had to attend to.
     "Th-thank you," came a low mumbled disconcerted reply. He waved his hand and was out the doors.

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Ensign Roman Haas
Ops Officer
Next post by Roman

Angela day Muerta
NPC Nurseplayed by Solan Dahl
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     Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass chuckled to himself as he walked into his quarters and sat down his little shopping bag. It had been a long, but interesting day. Sitting down at his desk, the First Officer took a moment to think back on all that had happened today. ~First Commander Rixx and Myself make peace. Then I get to enjoy some much needed shore leave and managed to pick up some very interesting items from the Cityship. And to Top it off, I get to see both Ensigns Haas and Marqusa drunk off there arses.~
     "Definitely a interesting day," lance said to himself as he activated the computer terminal. "Computer, access Executive Officer's Official Log and begin recording."
     "Log Accessed."
     "Acting First Officer Log, Stardate 0304.16. Shore leave has been granted to all personnel for the duration of our stay in this area. I admit I still have my reservations about Ambassador Alosar's people, but I do applaud the Captain's decision to grant shore leave to the crew. After all the ship and crew have been threw in the last few months, everyone could use a chance to get off ship for a little while. And I have to admit, what better place to relax and explore then an alien city ship."
     "We have discovered one minor problem in this I guess area of space. It seems that there version of water causes Intoxication. We discovered this little problem when both Ensigns Marqusa and Haas sampled the local cuisine and feel victim to its effects."
     "Both Officers were beamed back to the ship and are currently in sickbay. Science and Medical are going over the samples I brought back from the planet but Dr. Resork and his staff believe that both officers will fine."
     "I have briefed the Captain about what went on over on the city ship and its my official recommendation that all personnel refrain from eating or drinking any thing while on leave. Its also my recommendation that do to the circumstances involved, that no disciplinary actions be taken against Ensign Haas and Ensign Marqusa."
     "Computer, End Log."

     Lance sat back in his chair rubbing his head as the computer signaled that his duty log had been saved. "Computer, Begin recording personal Log."
      The computer beeped its compliance and Lance smiled at the screen.
     "Acting First Officer's Personal Log. Stardate 0304.16. What a day this has been. I don't hardly know were to begin. I guess I should start at the beginning. Lukas granted shore leave to the crew. Something I support whole hardly. Counseling is not my specialty, but even I can tell the crew needs a break right now. Its been one mission after another lately. The crew needs a chance to get out and stretch their legs. Well, anyway, I get changed, and beam down there and I did not take 5 steps before I got paged back to the ship. Jev wanted to talk to me.
     "At first I was a little pissed at him for even calling me, but I kept my emotions in check and went back to the ship to meet with him. Me and him had a quick talk and I must say that now I am glad I did take the time to talk to him. I think that we managed to fix the problems in our professional relationship. If not fixed, then at least patched a little. I am still concerned about Jev though. Sometimes I can pick up on his growing tiredness of dealing with the other species on board. Especially the human members of the crew."
     "I don't know what to do about that either except keep an eye on him and be there when he needs someone to talk to. But back to my day, I beamed back down to the city ship and had a great time. It felt great to get out my uniform and do some real shopping. I picked up a few items including a very interesting painting. If nothing else this little trip into this area of space was worth it just for the shopping alone."
     Lance got up and walked over to the replicator, "Vulcan spring water, 2 degrees Celsius." Lance grabbed the glass and took a big gulp as he sat back in his chair.
     "Speaking of water, we found out something very interesting about the water drunk by Alo's people. It makes us drunk. Both Rommie and Gwen decided to sample the local fare and ended up getting drunk off there arses."
     The Lieutenant Commander stopped for a moment and chuckled at the memory of what went on over on the city ship.
     "I swear I wish I would have brought a holocam because seeing those two junior bridge officers drunk was funny as hell. Especially Ensign Haas. He has always been so shy, and duty related. I didn't even think he would drink Root beer let alone something with real alcohol in it. It was a site to behold believe me."
     "And I swear I have never had to laugh so hard in my life, but I just bearly kept my amusement rained in. After all, I do have a reputation as a real Jackass to maintain. I bet both Gwen and Rommie will be wondering which of us will be harder on them for what happened. Lukas or myself. I have already thought about it and I don't see any reason to punish them for anything. They had no way of knowing and besides, This will continue to give me a good laugh for a long time to come."
     Lance finished off his water and chuckled. "Computer end log and store."

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Lt. Cmdr. Lance Bass
Executive Officer
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     Lost closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was glad to be off the ship, if only for a little while. There was a sort of peace here, on this planet ship. It wasn't exactly like Tru had invisioned . . . It was better. Much better! The land was gorgeous, and the city spectacular. He had never seen anything like this before. Where he came from, everything was dull. That may be way his family had so much fun with his name! That thought quickly faded from Tru's mind as one of the strange animal creatures poped into view.
     The catlike creature moved towards the starfleet officer, looking at him rather curiously. He sniffs around a little while Lost watches with facination. Alo was one thing, but this feline was another. Lost figured the creature was female, but was not very sure.
     "Hello there." Tru said, smiling. The cat creature jumped back. She seemed rather timid. Not at all like Ensign Lost had expected.
     "Hi." Came the soft reply.
     Definately female Lost thought. He tried to come up with something to say, anything to say. Damnit! Of all times for the cat to steal my tongue! He couldn't help but laugh when he realized what he just thought, but he still did not know what to say. "Uhh . . . um." He stammered out. "Do you know how to . . . umm . . . How to get to the . . . " Tru tries to come up with some place. "Shopping place? I'm kind of Lost."
     The creature seem to study the ensign closely and then pointed off from where she had just come from, "There's a place you can shop about a half mile that way, just follow the street and you'll get there."
     "Thank you." He replied as she took off in the opposite direction. He muttered to himself that he should have come up with something better to say.
     "Oh well." He said to noone, and then headed off towards the shopping area. Hopeing he can find another game to play.
     It didn't take him long to reach the area. There were so many stores, he hardly knew where to start. But just then He found it. Found the right one. They had a store devoted soley to computer games! A bright smile crossed his face as he made his way over.
     Tru was in heaven! There simply was no other way to put it. The walls of the store were lined with games. Games of every kind.
     Ensign Lost could have spent days or weeks in the shop and not go through every game. But seeing as how he didn't have that much time, he did a very quick survey of the area. He saw the different sections and made his way over to the Action section. And started looking over the many games availible.
     An hour later, Lost left the shop with a bag filled with different games. Now he'd never run out of games to play! He wouldn't be bored again. Of course he was still going to have to be careful. And definately NOT bring the games to the Bridge again. That would be a huge mistake that Tru wasn't prepared to make twice in his life.

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Ensign Tru Lee Lost
Guest Helmsman/Jack of all trades
Next post by Tru
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     Gwen made it back to her quarters after being released from sickbay. She definitely needed to change uniforms before she headed to the bridge. While she was there she decided to take a few minutes to record a personal log. One that recorded her thoughts before Commander Bass or Commodore Fyrstk affected the way she remembered events.
     "Computer, open Personal log. Stardate 0304.16."
     "Log open." Chimed the computer.
     "Oh My Goodness! The Captain let us go over to the City Ship for shoreleave. Before we left he gave us all a little lecture about representing Starfleet and this ship and the like. I never really gave it much mind, because I knew there was no way that I was ever going to do anything that would be out of line. At least that's how I felt before I got there. But that's not how things turned out.
     "Rommie, Ratch, and I made it to the city safely, and to a local cafe where we decided to sample the local food. The food tasted fairly good, considering I have no idea what I was eating. The food wasn't the problem though. It was the 'water.' Or rather, the clear liquid they gave us that appeared to be water.
     "The Liquid seemed safe enough. Ratch even scanned it and didn't find anything out of the ordinary. However it was far from safe. Before long both Rommie and myself were drunk. And not just a little drunk either. We were wasted. However, we weren't drunk enough for me to black out or loose my memory of the events that transpired, which is really too bad. My memory of what happened is crystal clear. And my actions deplorable.
     "Things would have been okay if it hadn't been for the fact that Lt. Commander Bass had to show up. Ratch, who didn't have anything to drink, had contacted the ship, and we would have been beamed aboard. However around that time the XO decided to make an appearance. Why oh why did he have to have a name like 'Bass'?
     "That name is SOO easy for someone to take and make into cute names, especially when they are overly intoxicated. So needless to say, since it was so easy, it happened. I'm not even going to dare repeat some of the names that Rommie and I came up with. I really hope that the next time I encounter the Commander that people don't have to send flowers. For my funeral.
     "Anyway, the Commander had us all beamed directly to sickbay where both Rommie and I slept off the affects of the 'water.' I was just released from there a little while ago, after having a nice 'nap.' Not sure how long I was out, but it seemed like it was for a decent amount of time. It did appear that Rommie was still sleeping when I left. I'm sure he'll be coming around soon.
     "I don't seem to have any ill effects, aside from the extreme intoxication, from the liquid. No hang overs or anything. Of course that is to be expected. That little trait runs in my family. I do hope that Rommie fares similar. Would hate for him to be deathly ill from the incident.
     "I hate to say this, but in a way, I'm glad that Rommie got just as drunk as I did. In this I mean that I don't feel as stupid or silly. I wasn't the only one who fell victim. I know it's stupid and all, but I do feel better. I'm also glad that if it had to be only one other person to become drunk, either Ratch or Rommie, I'm glad it was Rommie. I'm not exactly sure why, but it's more comforting that way. I find that I do enjoy his company, and would really hate for him to think of me in a negative way. I guess it's just rather selfish of me. Even though I am glad about it, that doesn't mean I would have done anything to make him drunk, had I known.
     "I guess it's time to go face the executioner. I better get up to the bridge and back on duty. Who should I be more afraid of? Commander Bass or Commodore Fyrstk? Leaving the names aside, I'd definitely say it was the CO. I mean we were down there representing HIS ship and in a way him, and after his little lecture . . . But then there were the names Rommie and I called Commander Bass. Either way, I'm not looking forward to encountering either person. Especially since I'm new to this ship and this is my first assignment. I just hope to survive in one piece.
     "Computer, close personal log." Gwen waited for the computer to chime indicating that the log was close, then she headed out of her quarters and up towards the bridge. She wasn't moving as fast as she normally would. She was in no hurry to reach her destination.

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 Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
Next post by Gwen
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     Ratchet Hamza left Sickbay feeling awful. Not awful enough to stick around as a patient but still awful. After running a tricorder over her to make sure she was not just hiding her alcohol well the EMH had immediatly discharged her from sickbay. Once free she almost decided to head for her quarters but then changed her mind and started for the bridge. There she could bury herself in her work and forget about what she had just done in the City Ship. Her first shore leave as a full Starfleet officer and she had acted an idiot. Why had her tricorder not told her the drink was intoxicating? What had she done wrong? Why did she have to go and panic and alert the commodore?This was of course all her fault. If she had done her duty as Science Officer she would have prevented this from happening. Instead her two new friends had gotten drunk from her negligence and probably gotten into a lot of trouble. She doubted they would ever want to share shore leave with her again. She was a party pooper. Ratchet sighed, entering the turbo life. "Bridge" she ordered. Perhaps if she had drunk some of the . . . no that would have made matters worse. Who knew what three drunk Starfleet officers could have done before they were stopped. At least this way she had stopped them from giving the Eagle and Starfleet a bad name or someone getting hurt. Still she wished she had not gone and told on them. She so wanted friends and yet now it looked like she had just lost two before she could truly enjoy their company. The lift deposited her on the bridge and she moved to her station, relieving the officer that had taken over for her. Immediatly she started in on her reseach with renewed zeal.
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Science Officer
Next post by Ratchet
Acting Chief Engineer's Log, Stardate 0304.16

     The Eagle continues to orbit the colony world and I am using the time to shore up the hull armor for our return trip. As expected, the majority of stress was along the joints of nacelle wings. Both Lieutenant Commander Bass and myself have attempted to come up with a way to keep that from happening but so far neither of us have been able to come up with a feasible solution. Other then that, the ship has been running smoothly. There was a minor power drain in the lateral sensor array but that has been corrected. And baring any major problems, this ship will be ready to return home in 3 hours.

End Log
Lieutenant Jeff Dawson
Acting Chief Engineer
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