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smartass_captain) wrote2016-03-17 10:54 am
smartass_captain) wrote2016-03-17 10:54 am
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A day in the life of....
Captain's Log. Star Date 1315.79
I buried my back-up pilot today under the twin suns of an alien world.
It should have been a simple mission. We're obligated to answer any and all strange readings or distress signals we find while on our exploration. Everyone knows the risks. This never gets any easier.
Star Date 1312.11
Beta Shift had ended. I was scheduled to work Gamma shift and spent the hour before hand enjoying a game of chess with some of the other Gamma shift bridge crew. I do rounds of shifts to make sure every shift of the bridge runs as smoothly as possible. My best and brightest may be who I rely on in emergencies, but they need their rest too. And my back up shift is almost as good. I made sure of that when I became captain.
People like Gary Mitchell and Lee Kelso.
Old classmates from my time in the Academy. Gary especially. He and I had history dating back to my time in Starfleet. He and Kelso were a year my senior.
Gamma shift began with acting captain and first officer Mr. Spock informing me of a distress signal we had come across near the edge of the quadrant. An ancient distress beacon from the SS Valiant. Those versed in their Starfleet history will remember the vessel as the flagship of the Federation in its time and one of the first vessels tasked with exploring the edge of the galaxy. We had it beamed aboard to analyze its contents.
Unsettling logs at first look.
Severe damage to the ship; source: unknown. Six bridge crew killed and a seventh in critical condition. Something about extra-sensory perception and the captains final frantic order for the ship to self destruct.
We assumed the data to be garbled and set about retrieving all of the logs that we could. Lt. Uhura was placed in charge of the task. Her talents in xenolinguistics are without peer. I regret asking her to stay on past her shift, but we needed that data.
Stardate 1312.33
Uncharted territory. We are officially where no man has gone before. Would that I could celebrate this achievement but we encountered an energy field that has knocked us out of Warp 1. Fire on the bridge. Yellow alert given. Nine crew members across the ship deceased due to seizures caused by an unknown source. Mitchell in critical condition in Medbay.
Enterprise is crippled. Kirk out.
Chief Engineering Log, Supplemental
Warp capabilities are offline, ship cannae run on anything but impulse power and those engines are cracked. We'd need a Starbase to fix the damage. The Captain has called an Alpha Shift meeting. Went to tell him about the impulse engines but he already knows. How can he know? I only just discovered it. Says Mitchell told him about it in Medbay.
Captain's Log, 1312.41
The ship is crippled, all of my deceased crew showed heightened extra-sensory abilities before they succumbed. Gary is still alive and his abilities are the highest of all. He's becoming aggressive and his eyes are an opaque silver. It's unnerving. I'm not sure how much longer we can keep him in observation. He's moving things with his mind, getting in our heads. Bones is spooked. I have to admit.
So am I.
We're as good as dead if we can't repair the impulse power. It's holding for now. We're changing course to Theta Varis, where an old lithium cracking facility might have what we need to make some emergency repairs.
Spock is urging me to leave Mitchell there.
Abandon him? On an uninhabited planet? Gary is my friend and a member of my crew. Personal feelings and history aside, I will not give up on anyone in my crew so easily. Mr. Spock says the only other option is to kill him.
While we still can.
Stardate 1315.23
We had to sedate Mitchell. Constantly. He's getting more powerful. We've reached Theta Varis. Mr. Kelso, Mr. Scott, myself, and Commander Spock will be heading planetside. Kelso and Scott to obtain the necessary items for repairing the ship. Myself and Spock for...detaining Mitchell.
We have no choice.
I have to believe he can be helped. Can be saved. Until we figure out how, I have to leave him behind.
First Officer's Log, Supplmentary
The creature that was once Gary Mitchell has escaped from custody after attacking Captain Kirk and stunning myself. Has used his newfound abilities to force Mr. Lee Kelso to take his own life. Mr. Kelso would have been aware the entire time, begging for his life from what was once a lifelong friend.
It is no longer human, however, it does retain Mitchell's memories. Memories of jealousy over the Captain's prowess at the Academy. Of abuse in their personal history. Of ambition when the Captain obtained his rank. I must locate Jim.
It will torture him. And then make him kill himself too.
...
It has the Captain. Forcing him to relive past traumas. Creating life out of this wasteland with a mere thought. The plasma rifle will no longer harm what it is becoming. It is taking pleasure in watching Jim struggle. Forcing him to his knees. Begging for the lives of his crew. I do not know if Jim is speaking freely, or if this creature is dragging the words out of him by force.
I must create a distraction.
Captain's Log 1315.79
He was himself, at the end. Fought that thing off long enough to beg me to kill him. I took Gary Mitchell's life with the plasma rifle we had originally brought down for security purposes. We buried the dead on Theta Varis. It is too dangerous to even keep their bodies aboard the ship for a proper transfer home.
Not just the dead. My friends. My crew.
I know it is my job to bear this pain. The lives of the rest of my crew depend on it.
Kirk out.
I buried my back-up pilot today under the twin suns of an alien world.
It should have been a simple mission. We're obligated to answer any and all strange readings or distress signals we find while on our exploration. Everyone knows the risks. This never gets any easier.
Star Date 1312.11
Beta Shift had ended. I was scheduled to work Gamma shift and spent the hour before hand enjoying a game of chess with some of the other Gamma shift bridge crew. I do rounds of shifts to make sure every shift of the bridge runs as smoothly as possible. My best and brightest may be who I rely on in emergencies, but they need their rest too. And my back up shift is almost as good. I made sure of that when I became captain.
People like Gary Mitchell and Lee Kelso.
Old classmates from my time in the Academy. Gary especially. He and I had history dating back to my time in Starfleet. He and Kelso were a year my senior.
Gamma shift began with acting captain and first officer Mr. Spock informing me of a distress signal we had come across near the edge of the quadrant. An ancient distress beacon from the SS Valiant. Those versed in their Starfleet history will remember the vessel as the flagship of the Federation in its time and one of the first vessels tasked with exploring the edge of the galaxy. We had it beamed aboard to analyze its contents.
Unsettling logs at first look.
Severe damage to the ship; source: unknown. Six bridge crew killed and a seventh in critical condition. Something about extra-sensory perception and the captains final frantic order for the ship to self destruct.
We assumed the data to be garbled and set about retrieving all of the logs that we could. Lt. Uhura was placed in charge of the task. Her talents in xenolinguistics are without peer. I regret asking her to stay on past her shift, but we needed that data.
Stardate 1312.33
Uncharted territory. We are officially where no man has gone before. Would that I could celebrate this achievement but we encountered an energy field that has knocked us out of Warp 1. Fire on the bridge. Yellow alert given. Nine crew members across the ship deceased due to seizures caused by an unknown source. Mitchell in critical condition in Medbay.
Enterprise is crippled. Kirk out.
Chief Engineering Log, Supplemental
Warp capabilities are offline, ship cannae run on anything but impulse power and those engines are cracked. We'd need a Starbase to fix the damage. The Captain has called an Alpha Shift meeting. Went to tell him about the impulse engines but he already knows. How can he know? I only just discovered it. Says Mitchell told him about it in Medbay.
Captain's Log, 1312.41
The ship is crippled, all of my deceased crew showed heightened extra-sensory abilities before they succumbed. Gary is still alive and his abilities are the highest of all. He's becoming aggressive and his eyes are an opaque silver. It's unnerving. I'm not sure how much longer we can keep him in observation. He's moving things with his mind, getting in our heads. Bones is spooked. I have to admit.
So am I.
We're as good as dead if we can't repair the impulse power. It's holding for now. We're changing course to Theta Varis, where an old lithium cracking facility might have what we need to make some emergency repairs.
Spock is urging me to leave Mitchell there.
Abandon him? On an uninhabited planet? Gary is my friend and a member of my crew. Personal feelings and history aside, I will not give up on anyone in my crew so easily. Mr. Spock says the only other option is to kill him.
While we still can.
Stardate 1315.23
We had to sedate Mitchell. Constantly. He's getting more powerful. We've reached Theta Varis. Mr. Kelso, Mr. Scott, myself, and Commander Spock will be heading planetside. Kelso and Scott to obtain the necessary items for repairing the ship. Myself and Spock for...detaining Mitchell.
We have no choice.
I have to believe he can be helped. Can be saved. Until we figure out how, I have to leave him behind.
First Officer's Log, Supplmentary
The creature that was once Gary Mitchell has escaped from custody after attacking Captain Kirk and stunning myself. Has used his newfound abilities to force Mr. Lee Kelso to take his own life. Mr. Kelso would have been aware the entire time, begging for his life from what was once a lifelong friend.
It is no longer human, however, it does retain Mitchell's memories. Memories of jealousy over the Captain's prowess at the Academy. Of abuse in their personal history. Of ambition when the Captain obtained his rank. I must locate Jim.
It will torture him. And then make him kill himself too.
...
It has the Captain. Forcing him to relive past traumas. Creating life out of this wasteland with a mere thought. The plasma rifle will no longer harm what it is becoming. It is taking pleasure in watching Jim struggle. Forcing him to his knees. Begging for the lives of his crew. I do not know if Jim is speaking freely, or if this creature is dragging the words out of him by force.
I must create a distraction.
Captain's Log 1315.79
He was himself, at the end. Fought that thing off long enough to beg me to kill him. I took Gary Mitchell's life with the plasma rifle we had originally brought down for security purposes. We buried the dead on Theta Varis. It is too dangerous to even keep their bodies aboard the ship for a proper transfer home.
Not just the dead. My friends. My crew.
I know it is my job to bear this pain. The lives of the rest of my crew depend on it.
Kirk out.