Flynt
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Post by Flynt on Oct 23, 2014 2:17:37 GMT
Open log, Stardate whatever.
All of my personal files are locked down by Starfleet Security, so I'm starting a new log.
After a year in captivity in another freaking universe, I'm home. And yet, the return is bitter. How can I justify feeling gracious to be home, when getting here cost the lives of thousands? How do I feel welcome when officers I served with proudly could be so callous as to blow up a prison as cover for a jailbreak?
I don't even know where to start. I'm just... sickened. Seventeen told me she's sorry that it happened as it did. Something in the way she said it, maybe she is.
What's Sanders' excuse?
*sighs*
Meanwhile, I need to review my own status and my decisions over the last year. B'Kehla and I were more than just prisoners. We provided medical treatment to everyone there, prisoners and crew alike. If we're at war, as Sanders said, giving aid and comfort to the enemy may not be so well accepted in this climate.
*sighs*
I need to call Mother.
End log.
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Post by Flynt on Dec 2, 2014 1:59:15 GMT
"Personal log, December 1, 2413
"Well, that could have gone better. Though it could have gone worse too.
<with nasal, somewhat high-English accent> "'Given the stress of your recent experiences, both in Terran space in the actions involving your rescue, you will not be allowed to sit for the bridge command exam at this time. WE suggest that you continue your leave, and attend counseling. We will check in with the counselor you choose and let you know when the time is right. Good day.'"
"Pinheaded prick. Does he think I don't know what they're looking for from a counselor? Eighteen new ways to test my command ability with some horror from my time in exile. Probably trying to figure out what would prevent me or encourage me to order the station's self-destruct like Sanders and Seventeen did. Good luck with that. I'm taking that one to my grave. They'd have an easier time getting me to give General Order 24.
"At this point though, why even bother? Avalon won't be the same as before. Not worse necessarily, but definitely different. Not just because Sanders will be gone. But because of the others who have left as well. Because some of those there will have had a relationship with the other Whitlock.
"Mostly, though, it's because after a few months in 641, I found I had stopped pining for my own bed, or my lab, or my office, or the gossip. I had moved on. It's just better to keep on moving now. Done it before, I think nine times already. Go for an even ten before calling it a career.
"Shuttle's pulling into Portland in a few minutes. I'll probably be at least a week filling in mother on everything that happened. That's accounting for at least 30 interruptions a day on why Starfleet didn't figure out something was wrong sooner. Well, I'll take that as a blessing. That she's still kicking around has always given me hope for another day.
"After that, it's off to Vulcan, before coming back for Christmas. Here's hoping I can hold up."
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Post by Flynt on Dec 5, 2014 1:46:12 GMT
"Personal log, December 4"
Ana, who are you talking to?
"Just doing a log entry, Ma."
Then who were you talking to before?
"I was trying to contact someone on Vulcan."
Oh, Vulcan! Aren't we fancy. Order me some plomeek soup.
"Yeah, Ma, I'm fancy. I'll bring you back some next week.
"Sheesh. I love my mother. I love my mother. I love..."
I love you too, Ana, but I'd prefer if you finished your calls soon. Alex and Matt will be here soon, and so will Fred and Ginger. We've been waiting to play Cards Against the Federation with you for months.
"Right Ma. Anyway. Mother is doing well and excited I'm back. It's been so refreshing to catch up, and seeing Alex and Matt and their kids again will be great. On the down side, I haven't been able to get a hold of Sovan. I'm a little concerned, since he usually gets right back to his messages. I really want to talk to him before ... yeah.
"Anyway, off to embarrass the human race once again."
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Post by Flynt on Apr 22, 2015 2:18:27 GMT
Personal log, 21 April 2414, the whatever day of the umptieth year of Kah'less.
So, the Hammerhead is being dismantled on Mol'Rihan, and we're on a bird of prey headed who knows where. Dealing with 30 some crew who are a lot more familiar after several months together. It's a sure sight better than navigating around 2500 crew who had serious questions of having a human on board. I'd like to hope I've earned their trust beyond just T'Kor's say so. That said, I still feel I have a ways to go to make personal connections with my fellow officers the way I have in the past.
Then again, there is Kalissa, our security chief. She's an interesting one. Whenever she's not keeping order below decks, she tends to hang out in medical. She's got some health issues she wants help with, but she's also reluctant to trust medicine itself. I performed a procedure to resolve concussion symptoms today. Maybe she'll be a little more relaxed. Either way, so far, she's been a good friend.
In other news, I need to find a time to get a clear signal off to Starfleet Medical for some borg advice. Our liberated klingon patient is responding rather slowly to her recovery. Still in a coma. And since most of her wounds are healing, I suspect there's some borg-ish trauma that's blocking further progress. I swear, once a year at the most inconvenient times, I get one of these cases where the nearest specialist is four sectors away, and I've got to go in with duct tape, spit, and baling wire to pull them out of it. Shit. Well, I guess God has to test us now and then to keep us humble, while also helping show that what seems easy the rest of the time is actually pretty impressive.
Anyway, back to the Half-Blood Prince. And then maybe another message to Vulcan.
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Post by Flynt on Dec 6, 2015 5:03:41 GMT
I think there's an old movie line...
'Every time I think I'm out, they pull me back in.'
I've just spent the last few hours getting prepared for wherever we're going on this ship. 'You're needed,' they said. Just put away all the anger and fear and be the "Terror Doctor" again. Heal this hero. Save this planet. Turn water into wine.
Would it be so hard to give me a briefing longer than, 'Same as last time. Find out if there's a problem and resolve it.'
I'm a doctor, not an assassin for God's sake!
Standby to exit from warp. Entering Qo'nos orbit in 10 minutes.
Yeah. Qapla'.
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