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Post by seirradelta on Dec 5, 2014 18:02:55 GMT
Personal log, Stardate 11412.5
Winter is upon us, and Q is running rampant across the galaxy. His Winter Wonderland is nice, but rather hostile to those unprepared. But, in any case, no matter when I go, I freeze my arse off...
In any case, the Cap'n knows about Crewman Cuttler, in addition to Atreyu, the Security Officer, Pandora, an ambassador, and an official from the Starbase. They all promised to keep quiet, but... *he sighed* Its not that I don't trust the fleet, I just have a nagging worry that something will get out.
...That's enough of that. End Personal Log.
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Post by seirradelta on Dec 19, 2014 15:32:51 GMT
::Personal log, Stardate 11412.16, 0700 hours::
Its been a while since I made a personal log, so let me fill in some blanks.
I've had some emotional issues recently, and its been... Difficult.
I spoke with the Captain last night about my recent emotional imbalance. She told me she'd grant me leave, if I needed it, so that's on the table. We've also set up a full medical exam and psych eval to try and determine the source of my... Issues.
On the brighter side of things, I seem to have made a new friend... An Andorian on 146 named Sahreen. She's got some interesting life stories, that's for sure... I think she and I will get along swimmingly.
Today should be rather interesting, seeing as I need to speak to the Admiral--
:<A door chime goes off, interrupting Tucker.>:
...Enter.
:<The sound of a door sliding open was faint on the recording, followed by boots on the deck thumping.>:
Yes, Lieutenant?
:<A young man's voice pops up in the recording>: "Sir, the doctors are ready for you in Sickbay."
Understood. Just a moment.
::End personal log::
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