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Post by 12 on Nov 10, 2014 1:27:40 GMT
I spoke to Tiana, she was wondering why I was mad at her. she had, expressed an opinion that "you can just make more children". I was upset because of my... condition not allowing that, and the general nature of the comment. She.. attempted to console me in an unusual way, some horrible horrible thing about creating a child in a lab with DNA.... 2 days later to my shame I am looking at the possibility of attempting this.
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Post by 12 on Nov 16, 2014 23:53:26 GMT
*Ardet sits at the front desk in her new office, a small one on SB 146. *
I just opened up this field office on 146... and, a few developments are worth making another entry into my ever growing log of mine.
got myself a set of quarters and a small office space here on the 146th. Connor gave me the standard rates for rental which I am perfectly happy since they did not hike mine for some specialty reasons *makes a half laugh*. My operations really are cut in half between the 146 and beta ursae, and the tau dewa especially in the gamma eridon shipyards. keeps things steady.
on another note, my... implants are causing problems again, some days it is difficult to get around, in light of all this. To be honest I only expect it to get worse over time *she seems to be almost half believing it herself, trying to choke down any anger at herself, clearly failing to hide it*. *she lets her shoulders sag and lets out a long exhale* I am going to be hiring a personnel aid.
computer, end log.
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Post by 12 on Dec 1, 2014 19:55:36 GMT
*Ardet is sitting on a sofa, aboard what appears to be a federation ship, staring at the padd in her hands*
It has been an interesting couple of weeks, I met someone, from back when I first started as a mercenary... seems like ages ago. We *pauses, takes a drink and thinks* well, guess the old earth term of "hitting it off" would apply here. Before I knew it I put in my notice to the board that I would be taking a leave of absence.
His name is Arlagen, captain of the U.S.S. Sandow, an andorian with some history. He is one of those rare andorians to have a divorce, or the andorian equivalent.
*leans back, placing her feat on the table* I am not sure how the hell I got here.... one minute I am working on business plans, the next I am spending my vacation on a federation ship on tour near kobali prime, just so I don't have to be away....
this is'nt like me at all, and well it's kinda fun, maybe I just needed a change or something
*the door chimes and she sits up an almost giddy smile on her face* end log.
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Post by 12 on Dec 13, 2014 23:33:19 GMT
Captain Arlagen of the USS Sandow... Galaxy class, I met him over a year ago briefly, I met up with him again, now his entire family is crowding my beach house for a vacation.... *the noise of children playing, and a couple of crashing noises can be heard in the background*.
He... got me to talk about my history, not sure how I feel about that, I have kept it buried for so long, to have someone know those things.
On another note, T'mith has decided to do a couple of escorts for me, apparently she got a hold of a Kazon raider. The ship is being updated in dry dock 15 as we speak.
I may just take off, leave the crazy Andorian clan here, give them the run of the place and fix it up after they leave, get some work done in the meantime... maybe.
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Post by 12 on Jan 4, 2015 20:21:05 GMT
Ardet is sitting at her desk on SB 146, stacks of padds on either side of the desk, rubbing her temples.
Things are going bad with the board, the board of directors is trying to make a couple of power plays with some really low blows. They are citing my health problems as reasons to step down, and questioning my.... mental competence. The implants, the vertigo bouts and such are getting more sporadic so I guess I can understand that one.
*slams her fist on the table* but this making me see a damn shrink, no just no, I am NOT CRAZY. I am in a good corner right now, I still own the company, but if I don't work with them and give some ground it will make things such a pain. I am getting a doctor for the implants, but I don't want to go to any damn shrinks.... suppose if it will shut them up I could always talk to the guys on 146, maybe one of those famed starfleet counselors can right me off in a few sessions or something.
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Post by 12 on Jan 14, 2015 17:28:43 GMT
*Ardet sits at her desk in the SB 146 field office*
Well, no luck finding a shrink to shut the board up, and finding a specialist in borg nano tech and implants is... a pain in the neck to say the least.
*she leans back in her chair and crosses her arms with a huff* that is just a low thing to do.... however *she turns back to the screen* I am moving along in other fronts, my new head of security operations, Sparks Tothan will be starting shortly.
The board is right *she sighs, shaking her head and turning away from the viewer, muttering* 3 surgeries in a year, and the constant problems, at least I can trust sparks to take care of some of the more active things I was doing before things got so bad.
Arlagen... we seem to be drifting, why the hell can't I fall for someone who will stay around, he is always running off for starfleet, not willing to stay for more than a day. I think he has commitment issues of the serious kind, probably why his andorian marriage did not work out even with the whole family
*lets out a light sob and quickly covers it up with a throat clearing*
The contracts with new romulus are going well, though my prospective chief of production seems to be stuck with starfleet, I won't be able to hold off for too long, everything with the company is just waiting for that buzzer to take off running at full pace *pauses and mutters* waiting for that buzzer....
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Post by 12 on Jan 19, 2015 19:51:12 GMT
*ardet is sitting at her desk, wearing her night clothing and a medical monitor on her left arm, it is late, her eyes bloodshot and a stack of padds all around the room*
I... have been trying to research borg tech... last night Mr. Mulholland made the comment that my doctors were idiots.... he is right.
*scratches at the monitor briefly* they want me to wear this damned thing, to monitor the nanite activity and try to predict when I will go down so I have some warning, why they did not have one easier to conceal I don't know, or one less itchy.
*picks up one of the padds and stares at it, then throws it across the room hitting a wall* by the gods! I hate all this tech babble, I can't make any sense of it, I thought I should try and figure out how to treat it myself, but this... medical stuff is beyond me *slumps back in her chair and rubs her eyes* I miss the good ol' days... things were simple shoot, get paid
*leans forward and turns the recording off*
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Post by 12 on Feb 4, 2015 16:05:47 GMT
*Ardet sits at her desk aboard one of her ships*
I met a few people recently, doctors. One in particular strikes me, she is intending to go into private research, on neural medicine. Seeing as my implants cause the most problems within my skull, the vertigo, the conflict with the cortical node and nanite regulator, all of that. I am going to fund her if she will let me and come to find out, she is dating sindari... I have to say I am surprised but I think she is a going to be good for sin.
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Post by 12 on Mar 19, 2015 0:37:53 GMT
It has been a long time since I wrote a log entry... too long, I think these things help with my sanity, to lay it out somewhere, even to a blasted computer.
I met a doctor, she can help.... don't know much about her. She thinks that my problems are from my system adapting to surroundings, I am going to have a continuous series of appointments so that we can chip away at this. It is entirely possible that we could get rid of the more... intense problems.
I made a few friends, a bajoran named Yval, a vulcan named Verales( who Athena bless her is teaching me to dance ).
Arlagen made... an interesting move, he wants to get to know eachother after all this time, right before he ships out, not sure how I feel about it. he wants to learn to cook and do...
*sighs and moves off screen* computer turn that damned thing off.
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Post by 12 on Mar 22, 2015 4:29:41 GMT
I came home to my stationside quarters at Alexandria Ceptus to find an admiral T'Prel waiting on me... with an interesting proposition. She runs the Arcturus Task Group. She wants to use my company for some starfleet covert material movment or something. Compensation is good, excellent even to the point I may get some extra influence along with the latinum, I am exploring it more in depth and doing some digging, could be good.
In other news, the implant removal can be fully done, there will be some lasting effects probably, but if I can get rid of the pain and the episodes, It will be worth it.
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Post by 12 on Mar 24, 2015 18:42:52 GMT
I had my first evaluation and procedure in the attempt to remove my implants. Doctor Lenara seems very competent.
We found that, well the trick is going to be convincing the nanites that I am already assimilated or something, to keep the implants from growing back. She gave me a device and a suppressant to try and decrease the level of activity, apparently my nanoprobes are 5 times as active as a normal drones.
I am going to have to have my heart, right long, right kidney, part of my spine, liver and pancreas completely replaced when all is said and done.... I am nervous but I am eager to get this underway.
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Post by 12 on Mar 26, 2015 20:14:15 GMT
*ardet sits at her desk, facing the monitor, her face covered in a wide smile, and the implants above her eye, and on her jaw were no longer present*
The first operation was a success! I can look in the mirror without seeing hunks of metal on my face, the nanites are less and less active, the pain is almost gone *she giggles and turns red* gods, I have not felt this good in forever.
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Post by 12 on Apr 10, 2015 19:37:24 GMT
*Ardet is on the third level of quarks recording on a PADD* so, got my liver and kidneys replaced *winces a bit as she leaned forward* still sore. Doc says next up is digestive system, I have some strict diet to follow, worst part is no tullaberries! none, zilch, and the last two days I can't eat at all!.
*she huffs and takes a breath* still, I am getting better each day...
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Post by 12 on Apr 21, 2015 22:25:41 GMT
*ardet is at her private beach home, a padd in hand laying on the beach*
T'Mith, I met with her on 146 to talk, and... we talked a lot, I found out she had *blushes and smiles* she reciprocated my feelings, there that's a good way to say it. We are both here, she has taken a couple of days to spend relaxing here. My first round of surgeries went well, new liver, kidneys, stomach, digestive system... going to have a tulaberry party, alastair is catering...
*she lays back, hits a button on the padd and ends the log*
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Post by 12 on Apr 28, 2015 20:03:16 GMT
Ardets Log stardate... whatever
The Iconians are back, and made a devastating first wave... I have not seen the galaxy hit so hard on so much of a front before. The republic has taken 5 of my shipyards for their own use after their fleet was devastated, it was all T'Mith could do to keep them from simply seizing them.
*sighs*
T'Mith and I decided to take a few steps back, with everything that is happening and the simple fact that neither one of us is emotionally ready for each other. I have the emotional maturity of a 12 year old, and this relationship is like a photon torpedo bay, you don't put a twelve year old in charge of running it. *shakes her head and laughs* told her we are engaged, just the wedding day is ten years down the road, or whenever we are ready and left it at that. We are together, I care deeply for her but neither of us can handle this right now.
Moral is so far down, and I am doing everything I can. I want to fight, but I can't anymore not with my health. Now I run freight, run cargo, keep supplies flowing, and cut my costs, do everything I can. We need a win, a big one before the enemy makes another move, we have to run the gambit and put them on the defensive somehow...
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Post by 12 on May 24, 2015 15:53:03 GMT
It has been too long since I sat down and ranted to this computer, *she huffs*
The war is all consuming, it seems to affect everything and everyone somehow. Everyone is scared it seems, starfleet is not running cargo much at all so civilians are having to pick up the slack, making business in high demand.
*she shakes her head and huffs again* I would normally use this opportunity of high demand with reduced supply to up my rates, but because of the war I don't want to do that. but Ceptus is stretched like... like... like tulaberry jelly over too much toast. Throw in the republic using over half my shipyards for next to nothing, *slamming her fist down she stands up and grabs the sides of her head breathing heavily for a moment before walking over to a window and taking a deep breath*
I want to be out there again... I want to be out there fighting like I used to not sitting behind a desk, it just does not feel right. This, watching others fight is eating at my very soul
*she lets out a soft sob and walks over to another chair before falling back into it and leaning forward resting her face in her palms and sniffling, reaching up she slowly removes both of her long ornate hairpins and sets them down on the side table*
The best way for me to help right now is to move the cargo, if we don't have ships or weapons we have even less of a fighting chance, *she says, as if trying to convince herself* Besides if an episode happened in combat, I would not only get myself killed but could get a lot of others killed too.... *she sniffles again, walks over to a glass cabinet, opens it up and pulls out a bottle of dosi rotgut and turns to the screen, tears on her face, reddened eyes glass and bottle in hand she walks back and sits facing the screen as she poors a glass*
T'Mith and I seem to be ok, a bit more distant, the war is even affecting us.... Iconians be damned if they take her from me, I will I willl *she slams back the bottle instead of the glass and then takes several gulps before setting it down and gasping for air, her red hair falling out of place, a light trickle of purple running down her chin as she whispers*
The got Carlson, saw his name on one of the casualty reports, good kid... I remember when he first showed up in my unit, I trained him almost from scratch. No one is untouched by this war, no one.... *she leans forward slowly and falls asleep in her chair, a light tear running down her cheek*
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