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17 July 2010 @ 09:08 pm
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04 March 2007 @ 10:41 pm
::drags feet to halt in front of doors, batting drowsy eyes to double-check...yes, holodeck two::

::lifts wrist to half-heartedly squint at chronometer, giving that idea up quickly::

::nods as a couple slips past, trying not to look too sullen::

At this rate the Doctor will have an entire paddful of new observations related to the maximum human tolerance for caffeine intake...

::winces...damn, that thought hurt::

::squares shoulders with a requisite sigh of long sufferance, striding through the holodeck doors as energetically as possible given the late hour::
Current Music: The Hardest Part - Coldplay
29 January 2007 @ 08:39 pm
::steps out of quarters, looking discreetly around for rarely absent self-proclaimed assistant::

::silently praises Tuvok for having a bad night::

::nods to passing ensign, moving the short distance to next door over...Captain's quarters::

::ponders whether a summons from katiejaneway might prove worse than an evening with mirrorlinnis in the end::

::gives up weighing evils, jabbing chime and feeling vaguely idiotic doing so::
Current Music: Machine - Josh Groban
04 March 2005 @ 09:34 pm
Captain's Log, Stardate 61170.46

Crewman Celes and I have been planetside on the Fen Domar homeworld for nearly two standard weeks. While the Crewman is an...interesting...companion, I'm impatient to make some progress on our actual rescue plan, and preferably sooner rather than later.

::hovers thumb over padd, debating::

::rocks back on heels, transferring eyes to celes_tal::

::sighs, returning attention to task::

I won't deny that it may have been reckless bringing someone with as poor a proficiency record as Celes along for such a critical, even inherently life-threatening, mission. Still, one of the things I most desired as a Cadet and later an inexperienced lower decks officer was simple compassion.The fact that a member of my crew has spent more than thirteen years without 'blooming' is troubling on more than one level. Maybe this time on a one to one basis can be used to rectify the situation, or at least touch upon the reasons behind her difficulties...
17 December 2004 @ 02:51 pm
::thumbs off signature on last of departmental reports...reports somehow a great deal less interesting than when put together by prior staff::

The Admiral doesn't seem to mind sudden lack of creative flare.

::drops padd to sofa surface, running hand across face wearily before turning slightly to face view port::

::jumps slightly when chime sounds, straightening and looking briefly across dimmed room::

Current Mood: workingworking

Free up a couple of hours for a late dinner, my quarters, 2100 hours.

There are a few matters I'd prefer to discuss outside staff briefings.
Current Mood: workingworking
23 May 2004 @ 04:42 pm
We've exited the latest void. As per tradition, there's nothing exciting to report about the interim journey...beyond one event. The entire Paris family, including Mister Kim, recently returned to Voyager safely, albeit unexpectedly.

There was one surprise addition to the crew roster in their company...quarter-Ocampan, three-quarters human six month old Renara Paris. While understandably sullen to have found herself transplanted to a new home, the young lady seems to be physically healthy and, despite early burgeoning mental abilities, increasingly stable emotionally.

Doctor Paris has some startling information about their time in the 22nd century and a so called Expanse that explains Renara's allowed existence...however, she has not been forthcoming in explaining other, rather unique aspects of her daughter's medical charts, even going so far as to claim medical confidentiality.

I may yet go with the EMH's suggestion and call upon Lieutenant Commander Paris for answers. They had better be good.

End Log.
Current Mood: moodymoody
19 March 2004 @ 04:11 pm
When Paris disappeared during that survey mission months ago, I agreed to let Linnis go after him against my better judgement. I'd had previous experience with willful Ocampan women, Tom, and shuttlecraft.

I held out every hope that he would be found and both would return safely...we had lost far too many crew to the Krenim and this forsaken quadrant in battle to surrender them to mere anomalies.

When neither came back...another small part of me shut off.

If Mister Kim doesn't succeed in his unauthorized mission, I'm not certain what will be left of Kathryn's crew...in number or morale.
Current Mood: pensivepensive