AT/L02 - Crew's Personal Logs
Posted Star Date 22105.03 @ 15:17 (03:17 PM)
First Officer's Log, Stardate 22105.03
It has been almost two days since our encounter with the mine, limping along at low warp to avoid further damaging the Artemis' spaceframe. We are en-route to a repair and trade station that the Talaxians informed us about, hoping that they can at least provide berthing space for us to repair the damage to our hull and deflector dish.
For the most part, the crew performed admirably; our so-called expert in disposing of mines and other explosives, Specialist Tegg, seemed to have some kind of breakdown upon seeing the device. I wanted to throttle him, to throw him in the brig for dereliction of duty, for risking the lives of six hundred Star Fleet personnel and their families, but in the end I just pitied him.
I must be mellowing in my old age...
Posted Star Date 22105.04 @ 10:21 (10:21 AM)
It's that time again and before I head off for my next duty shift, I've got the chance to reflect on the last forty hours or so. If someone told me that we would drop out of warp unexpectedly and without warning for the second time since arriving in the DQ, I wouldn't of believed them. However we did and it was very real and terrifying at the same time. Forget the bruises or the natural instinct to get on with it as I'm pretty used to that. Same with the red alert and helping with damage control, the usual type of stuff in these types of situations.
But that was nothing when my team were ordered to evacuate Deck 18 in full radiation gear due to a potential leak. Meeting up with Lt Ramius and Lt Elias outside of Antimatter Storage. As much as it was nice to see my two best friends, I wish it had been under better circumstances, especially once we learned was lurking behind the doors, once the deck was clear and secured.
Seeing that partially phased ancient mine was like something out of an old movie as we were joined by Commander Braggins and an EOD team. I won't lie about how tense it got inside that room, knowing the risks and how close we were to death. I know we've faced danger before, but this felt different. Maybe it was because of the mine itself and what it's purpose was. I doubt I'll ever forget seeing what it looked like inside as we took over from Tegg who had some kind of breakdown.
Thankfully once we learned more about its origins and came up with a plan to disarm the thing. There was definitely relief when Ben beamed it away, leaving us to put the Artemis back together without the crew dying from radiation poisoning or being wiped out in an instant. Then came further damage control until I returned to my quarters, exhausted mentally and physically.
Seeing William and Liam definitely helped make things better and now I'm ready to do it all again.
I'll update this again later.
Posted Star Date 22105.04 @ 22:15 (10:15 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.05 @ 00:58 (12:58 AM)
Ramius, Nathan – Personal Log, Stardate 22105.04
I’ve been thinking about Tegg a lot over the last… well it’s been almost a couple of days. Worried about him mostly. Scuttlebutt says he got extended treatment in Sickbay due to radiation exposure, but that’s only because none of us that were in the room with him have said anything that would confirm or deny those rumors. Whenever I get asked about it, I just shut the conversation down and tell whoever it is that they should respect his recovery without gossiping about him behind his back. And even when he is recovered? I’ll let him tell his own truth. After all, I know a few things about not wanting to talk about the past, and wishing there were things that I could change.
Aside from Tegg’s health, it didn’t much matter what had occurred, because we were still able to defuse the device. It seems that it was an isolated incident, as we didn’t encounter any more of the mines. Plus, the ship didn’t get attacked like I had thought might happen. Though, looking more into the Vaadwuar, it isn’t surprising that we weren’t jumped in transit; they haven’t been around the Delta Quadrant in a long, long time. I haven’t got to reading up on the socio or geopolitical factors and history of the quadrant yet, but I have heaps of unanswered questions.
Anyway. At least I have even more reason to brush up on ordnance handling. Dunking the First Officer head first into a mine, while a highlight of my week purely for the humor of it all, isn’t exactly what I’d say is standard operating procedure for a defusal scenario. It took all the willpower I had not to crack any jokes. Glad I didn’t though. Not in the least because it’d be unprofessional, but also because I’m still not sure Jenny has forgiven me for the Bishtavrath incident. Though, she did trust me to hold onto her, so maybe I’m making the situation seem bigger in my head than it was.
It was good to work with Ben and Eliana again though. Felt like the good ol’ days. I mean, better than the good ol’ days if I’m being honest, because nothing went horribly wrong this time.
A held-in laugh is just audible.
Repairs will take awhile yet still. Or, at least, that’s what I assume. So, I think that wherever we end up, we’ll be there for a bit. And from what I’ve heard, we aren’t really in a very populated area of space, so things could get boring very quickly. Not that I’d say that to anyone. The ‘b’ and ‘q’ words are very, very bad words, and can get someone uttering them into a lot of trouble of the ‘make-work’ variety. My only concern is… well this busy schedule has been nice. Less time to think on things. Running around, helping with damage control, and doing even more fulsome patrol sweeps? It’s the happiest I’ve been in a while. Again, not like I’m gonna say that aloud. I can think of at least five people straightaway who’d strangle me for even thinking it.
Going to get a quick workout in before the next shift.
Posted Star Date 22105.06 @ 01:15 (01:15 AM)
Personal Log, Stardate 22105.05
Lieutenant Benjamin Elias recording
So, um, where to begin? Yesterday was quite possibly one of the craziest days... well, other than when we came to the Delta Quadrant... and the time with the Borg... and the other time with the Borg...
Y'know, scratch that. It was business as usual: terrifying, insane, and with death staring me in the face. We were passing near an abandoned system when we had the worst possible luck and struck two horribly ancient mines. One of them took out our deflector dish completely, while the other phased inside the ship and lodged itself in the antimatter storage bay. Damage Control teams were able to take care of the deflector damage and radiation, keeping it from spreading though the dish is still inoperable until we get to a full repair facility.
The mine itself, however, was handled by myself, Commander Braggins, and Lieutenants McKenna and Ramius. We were supposed to have help from Crewman Tegg, but... he just broke. I don't know whether it was stress, or if he just didn't have the nerves he should have had as an EOD tech. I don't know a thing about the man, but seeing him just wilt like that... it was disheartening, for lack of a better term. We were able to get the thing disarmed and then discorporated out into the vacuum of space, but it should've been much easier than it actually was. A trained tech would've made it much easier.
We're heading towards a repair facility the Talaxians told us about. I'd much rather be working with the crew of the Scott to repair the deflector, but this was closer, and the Scott has other things it's working on anyway. Hopefully they'll be up to the task. This is one of the most advanced ships in the fleet; I have no idea if some backwoods repair stop is going to be able to fix it right. And that doesn't even begin to wonder about what would happen if they found out about our slipstream drive.
Maybe I've been working too hard. I should just stop and trust and wait and see what's going to happen. I swear, I don't remember the last time I actually slept through a night. There's always something more to do, to try and fix or figure out. And that doesn't even count days full of peril like that. Maybe I should just go and see the doc, get something to help me sleep. I could just go in harder on the booze, I guess, but I've been trying to cut back.
At least some medicine might stop... nevermind. I've still got that never-ending coffee cup I need to work on.
Posted Star Date 22105.17 @ 18:46 (06:46 PM)
Sure it’s been eventful since we left the Talaxians off on some hunt for some technology to counter the Borg, whenever that may occur. Cruising along at warp 6 and the unexpected happens twice. Neutron radiation mines designed to change from a phase state to impact upon some ambiguous parameters that I haven’t figured out. One detonated in front of the primary deflector array and other lodged itself in the antimatter storage pods. A lack of long range sensors due to an area of radiation around the deflector dish didn’t help.
Guess who thought launching probes without determining the likelihood of other mines. Well you’re reading his log if you happen to be the type to break privacy encryption. I was fairly certain that a probe wouldn’t have the mass required to trigger a mine. The problem is I could have been wrong. Do I resent the Captain for calling me out on that? Yes. Was she right to? Yes. Commander Braggins disarmed the one in the antimatter storage pods and Engineering got us moving. The probes couldn’t locate any other mines. That bit bugs me.
We’ve arrived at a repair and refuelling station that the Talaxians had used in the past. Odd looking thing and it doesn’t give me the warm fuzzies. Maybe it’s just a design aesthetic. Will probably find out soon enough what its story is. May whatever arbitrary conjunction of random occurrences have mercy on whoever ends up on the Away Team.
End log and encrypt.