Sheridan Mission 05: "Colony Orange"

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Stardate 20712.05

Captain Quillian Dramar Recording

While enroute to the Halloran Sector to assist the U.S.S. Noras in studying a never before seen subspace phenomena, the Sheridan received a distress call from the Olean Colony on Euwindon 3. They had suffered some sort of catastrophic explosion at a waste/recycling plant that has lead to large-scale changes in the planet’s atmo and biospheres, resulting in the death of many. Those who did not die underwent mutations of various sources.

After beaming down with the away team, we made our way to meet with Executive Johnson, where he explained the true depth of the event. Unless we could find some way to reverse the mutations and the environmental damage, and their associated health effects, the colonists would be lost. Once we had consulted with both my engineering staff, and those of the colony, we selected a site to begin reconstruction of the recycling facilities that would be necessary to begin scrubbing the toxins out of the planet’s atmosphere. Unfortunately, the site was inhabited by colonies who believed the area would protect them from the dangers facing them. To address this, I convened a meeting aboard the Sheridan with Administrator Stern, the colony’s leader. It took some convincing, but Administrator Stern agreed to the removal of colonists from the construction site.

Despite our efforts, the Sheridan was became infected with the mutagen, and several crewmembers died as a result. After placed the Sheridan under quarantine, I called a DH meeting via conference call. A short way into the meeting, communication with the away team was lost due to the pollution build up in the atmosphere.

Administrator Stern, who was still aboard, demanded a meeting, which I agreed to. During the meeting, the mutations overtook my mind. I threatened the Administrator. Commander Ralston suggested that we adjourn the meeting and the Administrator and his staff retire to their quarters. Once they did, Commander Ralston and Midshipman Ristone attempted to “mutiny.” After a brief but intense struggle, I was subdued and taken to the brig. Unfortunately, they had not had time to disable my access codes. I beamed out of the brig and went to kill Stern.

Meanwhile on the planet, the away team and security forces had attempted to remove the colonists from the construction site, but a riot broke out. They were successful in getting away before things became too hairy.

Engineering had been working with science to create a neutralization method for the mutagen. They settled on an aerated water mixture containing a neutralization compound, and a compound that would allow us to breathe without drowning. Without any sort of authorization to flood my ship, Midshipman Philips initiated the slurry mixture. Her timing could not have been better.

I had arrived at the VIP quarters and was about to kill Stern when Midshipman Ristone showed up. He prevented me from killing the man by slowing me down just enough for an old wound sustained during a previous mission to open up and begin to bleed internally. I died in that room and was reforged a new. Were it not for the efforts of Dr. Princip, I would be dead. Midshipman Ristone took me into custody after sickbay was finished with me. With the immediate danger to the crew removed, the anti-mutagen was distributed to the colonists. As I had been removed from command, Commander Ralston was in charge. Under his direction, construction on the recycling facility was completed. At the completion of our assignment, I was taken back to Starbase Alpha to face whatever changes may be filled against me.

Captain's Logs

Capt Quillian Dramar

Stardate 02074.2

Stardate 02074.2

Our shore leave was cut short by a call from Admiral Luhan. The Sheridan is on her way to assist the U.S.S. Noras. She has requested come across an unusual phenomenon in the Halloran Sector and request additional ships to increase her sensor coverage of the event. As a result, we were immediately dispatched to assist her. At best speed, I hope to be in the Halloran sector in four days.

A good deal of the repairs to the Sheridan have been completed, though Lt. Timmons has informed me that the ODN relay bus is still causing some problems. Replicators have also had access to them restricted as the Mattergy bank took damage and had to be partially vented. Replicator usage is heavy restricted to Medicial and Engineering applications until the bank is repaired and recharged at our next starbase visit. Fortunately… or unfortunately, we have the standard ration packs, with their associated flavors, lucky us…

On a better note, Midshipman Dodge and Midshipman Walker have been promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade. They were certainly well deserved. Midshipman Setzer as well as Midshipman th’Terik, a new crew member, have been promoted to Ensign.

End Log

Stardate 02074.21

Stardate 02074.21

We have received a distress call from the Olean colony. They have reported a catastrophic environmental disaster. It appears that there was some sort of breach at a waste recycling plant. The resulting explosion has caused large changes in the planet’s atmosphere, and biosphere, which has left many dead and many more sick. Initial scans of the atmosphere indicated concentrations of 35% chemical waste, which thinned the Ozone layer.

On the planet, vegetation had become erratic, completely dying off at some locations and yet flourishing in places previously uninhabited. Colony life signs indicated that the large population had begun to dwindle, but that short-term exposure didn't appear to be immediately harmful.

I ordered a full size away team to beam down to the surface. I decided to include myself in this team. Prior to beaming down, each member was given a respirator.

Upon beaming down, we found ourselves in a “jungle.” We were attacked by planets. I as wrapped up in barrier of branches, which protected me from an attack by a large number of thorns. Lieutenant Sana’ was covered by sticky flower pollen. Moments later she seemed to fly off the handle, throwing her mask at me. Dr. Princip moved into to try to get her to put the mask back on, and was rewarded with a punch to the chest.

Sana’ appeared to have slipped into some sort of rampage. She insisted that I had doomed them all by bringing them here and the longer we stay; the more likely we would be to mutate ourselves. A vine grabbed her, immobilizing all but her legs, which she could still kick with. I was able to calm her down, at which point the vine released her.

Upon reaching the colony establishment, the situation was just as lovely. Executive Johnson led us to medical shelter. The partial extent of the event was evident. Many people here had undergone mutations and cancers. Isolation suits have been beamd down for the away team. After instructing my medical staff to start to work the problem, their was some commotion, which left Ensign th’Terik unconscious on the floor, along with Lieutenant Sana’. She has been beamed up the Sheridan and placed in medical isolation in sickbay. I am currently checking into Ensign th’Terik’s staus.

Stardate 02077.20

Stardate 02077.20

It seems that my fears have come true. The contamination has made its was aboard the Sheridan and has infected several crew members include Commander Ralston and myself. I should have known better than to send the away team down without isolation suits despite the indications from our scans that the team would be in no real danger.

I have ordered the Sheridan be placed in quarantine. No crew members are to leave their present location without command staff approval. I currently find myself trapped in sickbay while Commander Ralston is on the bridge. Once the ship was placed under quarantine, I called a meeting of department heads and representatives.

According to Dr. Princip, there is little the medical staff can do to help these people until a cure is found. All they are doing currently is delaying their deaths. Moments after this revelation, contact with the away team was lost.

The away team was assisting colonists living in a canyon that is hoped to be the site of the new recycling plant. I’m still waiting for an update on how things are going with them. I’m hoping our science department has some better news

Stardate 02078.16

Stardate 02078.16

Fortunately the science department has made some headway. Midshipman Mitchel has completed his analysis of the data. The mutations do not appear so follow a similar form other than the common trait that they all share; the levels of nucleonic and beta radiation. Normally the flora and fauna of the planet below are 0% nucleonic and 0.1% beta radiation. Subjects undergoing mutations have different radiation levels; 78% nucleonic and 0.1% beta. Mitchel believes that if these levels can be reversed that it those infected should be ok, apart from any current damage they have suffered.

I was not able to reach Dr. Princip on the surface to forward him this information due to loss of communication with the entire away team. Their last known position was in the Canyon where the new recycling center is pending to be constructed. They were offering aid to the people living there, and attempting to remove them so that we could begin construction. Their fate is currently unknown.

I have moved to the Science lab where I will assist Midshipman Mitchel with this problem. I’m uncertain, but it may be possible to use the transporter to remove these radiation levels. It would be very risky as it would involve manipulating the patterns of the entire crew. I’m hoping that another way exists.

Commander Ralston, without consulting me, has moved the ship to blue alert and decided to land it on the planet. I am against this action as it will place both the ship and crew in unnecessary danger. The Sheridan is still quarantined, and it is my hope that this spread has been halted. By going down the planet, it places those crew members who have net yet been exposed at risk

Stardate 02079.10

Stardate 02079.10

The ship has moved down from “Blue Alert” status as I have countermanded Commander Ralston’s order. Despite the fact to the Commander feels he has lost face as a result of this, I felt that it was in the best interest of the crew and the colonists. I do not believe that Commander Ralston was acting the right frame of mind and that it was the severity of the situation. That being said, I considered relieving him of duty but ultimately decided against it. The simple fact remains that I need my best officers work to solve the problem, not sitting in their quarters.

Midshipman Ristone asked me to return to my ready room so that Administrator Stern, Commander Ralston, and I could discuss the issue together. This was a gutsy call by the Midshipman and I find that I respect that. He noticed a problem with the situation and took steps to correct it even if it went counter to his superior officers.

The meeting thus far has had mixed results. Upon arriving at the ready room, Administrator Stern was standing outside. I believe he was distraught at the site of my isolation suite. Since everyone present in the Ready Room had either already been “infected” or exposed to the contaminant, and to somewhat assuage the Administrator’s fears, I removed the isolation suite.

Administrator Stern begun by asking that we work to resolve the situation without any further interruption. I followed by trying to reconcile things with Commander Ralston, the results of which have yet to be seen. After that the discussion turned towards the site of the new recycling facility. As contact with the Away Team is still unavailable, it made the selection of a site difficult. I sent Midshipman Ristone down to the surface of the planet with a shuttlecraft to retrieve Dr. Princip. I needed my Chief Medical Officer aboard trying to find a solution to these mutations.

Once the Midshipman had departed, I turned my attention back to Stern. I don’t know how to explain it, but at this time, things looked different. I’d started to entertain thoughts I would never had dared to before. It was almost like something in my… I was changing.

  • At this point the Captain’s voce becomes harder*

I advised the Administrator that time was up and he needed to select a site for the reconstruction facility. As he sat their making his case for the recycling facility to be constructed in an out of the way area as not to displace his people, I thought how pathetic it was that he would allow others, lesser people to determine the course of his actions. I found myself thinking of wall above the Commander’s head, to the blade I had used in my fight against Captain Winters, and how easily it would be to end all the trouble the Administrator was causing me.

  • The softness of the Captain’s voice Returns*

My thoughts then recoiled from this idea. So…unnatural, almost as if I was dealing with another person inside of me.

  • The Captain’s voice has again become harder*

The Weaker One gained control for a time. For one as weak as he, he had an incredible reserve of mental control. He thwarted the Stronger’s attempt at emergence, my attempt at emergence. He assured the Administrator that he would consult with is engineering teams on the ground the second that communications became available. He would make the Administrator’s case to them and based off of their recommendations, he would select the site of construction.

Ralston also agreed with the Weaker One and suggested that Administrator should retire to quarters assigned to him in VIP section of Deck 2. The Weaker One agreed.

Cdr Cortwin Ralston

Stardate 020710.25

Stardate 020710.25

Commander Cortwin James Ralston Recording

  • Cortwin cleared his throat and stretched his neck side to side*

My body aches as I record this in place of the Captain. With a vague idea of his last repost I can easily say he is not fit to either enter a ship's log nor command the Sheridan at the while.

Planetary pollution based mutuations have taken Dramar's form and mind in ways that deem his attutude fearfull against mutiny and angered against those who would try and possibly those who might have caused it in some way. He was last known to have beamed out of the brig after he attacked me after a meeting with him and Administer Sern in his ready room. With help of Midshipmen Phillips and Ristone we subdued him after Dramar and I both taking a hard physical toll out on eachother.

  • commander ralston then turned the camera to show the debrig filled floor of the ready room, with the sword laying to one side.*

Since then Commander Princip has had command of the bridge, but the being that is Captain Dramar, is loose on the ship, his comand codes still in effect. The ship is being flooded with water by authority of our engineering midshipman Philips, using a program that once started cannot be stopped filling each deck from the bottom up with water and the oxygenated formula to help us breate while underwater in some sort of way. Hense why I am doinf this log now, before the deck fills with water and I cannot speak without using underwater density sonar filters to disern what I would be trying to say.

Upon returning to the Bridge from sickbay I saw that a Runabout with scientists and medical personell are in orbit next to us, though I do not know the status of their work or situation. I have not been briefed yet on the status of personell on the planet working on or around the colony, though I hope that they will be brought back to the ship soon. It pains me to have the crew so scattered during such unpredictable times.

Good luck to those who find us should this mutation continue if this Flood technique not work.

Stardate 020712.05

Stardate 020712.05

Commander Cortwin James Ralston Recording

  • Cortwin was sitting in his quarters, the wood raised paneled walls he put up in place of the regular metal wall panels showed behind him*

It has been a few weeks since my last Captain's log, and I apologize for this. My stress levels have not been healthy for me, and Commanding the Sheridan in place of Captain Dramar has enlightened me to places I would rather be than in the First Officer's work.

The Sheridan docks at SBB soon as we head home enjoying the cheese like rations courtesy of the Replicator system being down. The curing of the crew and planet went well once the medical and science crews worked together to make hypospray versions of the floodwaters that filled the Sheridan. Once order and health as restored to the Colony we organized the re-building of the recycling facility, with newer safeguards and monitoring to forsee any other problems in the future before something would be as catastrophic as what caused this.

The Captain has been returned to health and has been enjoying well deserved time off. Lieutenant Commander Prinip is working as Acting First Officer while I am in command, and he does well. I would say he does better in that position than I do much of the time. I am pleased with the crew. Well, All but one.

Fate would have us be our own worst critics, but some would deserve it that way. There have been many times when my performance in my position has been detremental and damaging to the aide and support we have been called here to do. Many times my actions have caused either injury or wasted time. My lack of influence to follow procedure has allwed the crew of the Sheridan to come under a mutating disease, showing mistakes and lack of effectiveness in ordering the protection of the crew I manage. All attempts I made in talks with Administer Sern of the Olean Colony just caused anger and frustration, wasting time and creating anger between them and the Federation.

Since then, Captain Dramar and Commander Princip has worked to repair those ties and I have stayed away. I have secluded myself actually from many people, including the Captain. There are actions I am scared of. Actions during the mission, that may cost me my rank, others that will cost me trust of my superior officers, and may as well cost me my career in Star Fleet.

I give the Crew of the Sheridan examplary marks for their service in these tough times. We are heading home under our own power with only 1 known death of our own. Repairs to deck 8 are completed for the most part. Puddles of water pop up from time to time causing a headache or two, but nothing horrible.

With the Aid of another Star Fleet vessel this project is about wrapped up. I am glad be be done with this planet and colony. I look forward to hearing about what Star Fleet Command will do with me. Good luck and thanks to the Crew of the Sheridan

Crew Logs

Lt JG Arthur Dodge

Stardate 20704.03

Lieutenant [JG] Arthur Dodge, Stardate 20704.03

Been a while since my last log, I guess, and a lot has happened. First, our mission against the pirates was a success. I ended up having to direct the Sword into a planet's gravity well as a distraction before we beamed off.

After a few days of down time, we docked with Star Base Bravo and had a party, and we brought on a few new recruits as well. Unfortunately, our time was cut short and we're back in space.

That's not really a bad thing. But after spending all those weeks with a bunch of pirates I was looking forward to a break, I guess. But I got something better it turns out.

First day back on the bridge, Captain Dramar started handing out promotions. One of them was a new recruit named th'Terik. I guess he was quite the cadet, because he just came aboard and he's already an ensign now. Then, after a bit of dramaticism, the Captain promoted James and me to Lieutenant[JG] for our work undercover with the pirates. How incredible is that?

Anyway, there's not much else to say so I'll wrap up here before I start my next shift. I've got to write a letter home before too long.

End Log.

Stardate 20707.20

Lt[JG] Arthur Dodge, Stardate 20707.20

Personal Log

You would think there would be a ton to log, seeing as we've been quarantined on the planet, there's an aparently mutenogenic effect causing the people of this planet to transform into monstrous perversions of reality, and something in the atmosphere is blocking the signal from the Sheridan that would have let us report in to the Captain.

But there's nothing. The quarantine has th'Terik, Setzer, Belue and myself stuck in the canyon where we're supposed to convince some rogue settlers to give up their land so we can build a new Recycling Facility. The mutations seem to be related to the destruction of the old Recycling Facility, but we have no information, again thanks to the dampening effect of something in the atmosphere.

The only good news is that I have apparently been promoted to Chief Tactical Officer...but that only makes me wonder if something has happened to James Walker. I don't know that he's reported in since we beamed down.

Here's hoping our luck turns around...and soon.

End Log.

Mid Brian Mitchel

Stardate 20706.06

Midshipman Brian Mitchel, Stardate 20706.06

Personal Log I have recently come aboard the Sheridan after graduating from Star Fleet Academy. My first observation when looking some things up about the ship was a shortage of fellow science officers, which, I imagine, is the reason I was assigned to this vessel. The vessel doesn't even have a Chief Science Officer, due to the departure of a Lieutenant Sana'. It seems Captain Dramar, who was a former science officer himself, has assumed that duty.

I only encountered the captain in person briefly, when he was in a the Observation Lounge, in a meeting with several others. The First Officer of the vessel, Commander Ralston, used my arrival as a way to get out of the meeting, it seems. Ralston does seem to be a very... Unusual individual, especially for a First Officer.

It seems that I have come in at a time in which there is a disease of some sort spreading accross the colony below, which is now spreading accross the ship. Commander Ralson has it, and it seems to change his DNA and gives him an appearence similar to a feline with orange fur. In any case, he assigned me to go to the main science labs to study blood samples of infected subjects while he stay in sickbay. I am on my way to the lab now.

End Log.

Lt JG Timmons

Stardate 20707.04

Lieutenant [JG] Timmons, Stardate 20707.04

Personal Log

The Sheridan is now quarantined after an unknown pathogen was detected onboard. I have ordered Engineering sealed and locked down. I believe it has something to do with the fact that the away team beamed down to an unsafe enviornment without EV suits but I can't be sure.

I'm not sure if the virus or whatever the hell it is made it to Engineering or even if I'm infected or not. Scuttlebutt says the transporter died so if I am infected this may very well be my last log entry.

I just wanted to write this up before anything happened. If you are watching this, Diane, I want you to know that I love you.

End Log.

Mid Nicholas Ristone

Stardate 20707.26

Midshipman Nicholas Ristone, Stardate 20707.26

Personal Log

I have only been onboard the Sheridan for a short time but I have already found myself in the middle of a crisis. An unknown contaminant has stranded several crewmembers on the surface of the planet and has left the rest of the crew on board quarantined. Luckily due to my recent arrival on the Sheridan my shifts were not very frequent thus allowing me to settle in, and I do not think I was exposed the to contaminant.

I am looking forward to helping the Captain and Commander during this difficult time on the Sheridan. I am going to try and access some information on the contaminant and see if my medical knowledge could help out in any way.

I have a duty shift on the bridge today, my first one onboard, and certainly since the lockdown. I will enter another log after my shifts completion.

End Log.

Stardate 20712.05

Ensign Nicholas Ristone, Stardate 20712.05

Personal Log

After what feels like forever we have arrived at Starbase Bravo. The events that have unfolded since my arrival on the Sheridan have been exciting to say the least.

It was only a few weeks after my graduation from the Academy and placement onboard the Sheridan that she was put on a full lockdown due to a contaminant contracted on a colony we were assisting. I was lucky enough not to be exposed to the contaminant when it was first brought on board, but was forced to stay stuck in my quarters. Needless to say this was not the way I planned on beginning my Star Fleet career – sitting in my quarters as events unfolded.

I was fortunate enough to receive bridge orders, I of course thought this was because my knowledge or assistance could be vital to the situation, only to find out that during the turmoil automatic order postings were still being sent out, I was just one of the few who was silly enough to respond to them. Looking back, that was truly a defining moment for me and my future onboard the Sheridan.

It was during this time on the bridge that I connected with the Commander, and it was also when I became affected by the contaminant. I had decided to blame the contaminant for some of my actions, though I was not one hundred percent sure if it was the truth. Needless to say, I had overstepped some boundaries early in his mission, however, I hoped that his hard work had allowed his Commanding Officers forget his slight moments of bad judgment.

Once I had gained the trust of the Captain and Commander I was sent to the Olean Colony to retrieve Lt. Commander Princip, the Sheridan’s CMO. Though I have of course met him before, I must say that since picking him up on the planet, we have become very good friends. The trip to the Colony was rather uneventful. I took Midshipman Wallace with me and the three of us made is back to the Sheridan quickly, though with a foul odor of eggs.

Despite the numerous things that had happened so far, my excitement had not yet truly begun. It appears the contaminant had a serious side effect on the Captain, sending him into a furious rage. Not many Midshipman can say they have shot their Captain, I however am one of the few who can.

The chaos that ensued was extremely hectic, but involved the Captain trying to kill the Olean Colonies Administer, me saving the Administer, several hard objects including a plotted peace lily and bathroom items, and returning to the colony to help distribute a cure.

I have made an interesting security log, one that I know I will look back on in the years to come and chuckle. If my first mission onboard the Sheridan is any indication to how my career is going to be, I will never be board.

I am also happy to announce that I have been promoted to Ensign, and do not feel like the baby of the ship anymore. I can only hope I continue to prove my worth, and aid my Captain and Commander in all ways possible.

End Log

Mid Philips

Stardate 20710.06

Midshipman Philips, Stardate 20710.06

Personal Log

Begin log.

It’s been amazing first real day on duty. That’s one thing for sure but has made me question going into Star Fleet.

I guess I should say that there has been some time prior to reporting into my first time while I got medically clear (which was a bit of a hassle since the ship has been quarantined). I was also a little bit slow at getting everything started since I was asked to report in a bit later then everyone else so I could provide relief to the engineering crew.

Sorry, I digressed but today have been a long day already. I walked into the ready room. The First officer and the captain were in a meeting so I just wanted to walk in and walk out. I was not expecting to see a fight, well more of a brawl, between the FO and the CO. It was a bit insane to see. Especially since they were orange and not quite themselves thanks to the . Then it went from being a spectator sport into being an active member where the two grown men crashed into both me and the doctor. He was left unharmed for the most part but the weight of two men on my leg just caused part of it got a bit shattered.

After getting the leg mended, I was sent to the science labs to help liaison with finding the cure. It seems that the radiation is the cause of the mutations. Hopefully we can find a cure. I suggested maybe playing around with the hydrolin treatment to help counter the affects but we got to see what we can come up with. We will still have to clean up the excess the radiation but that won’t be as hard after we have treatment.

End log for now.

Ens th'Terik

Stardate 20710.11

Ensign th’Terik, Stardate 20710.11

Personal Log

Begin recording.

This planet has gone to hell extremely quickly.

Alright, we probably made it worse by fighting the people in the canyon, but there is no way we can handle this situation without more support.

We need more resources than we’ve got available to even really consider sorting this out on our own. I just hope that the Captain has arranged for aid from Star Fleet, because I really don’t think we can handle this on our own.

Still, someone’s got to be the optimist around here.

Cease recording.

Cdr Cortwin Ralston

Stardate 20712.5

Commander Cortwin James Ralston, Stardate 20712.5

Begin Log.

I really feel dirty inside. I have been such a hinderance to things this whole mission. So many things would not work with me, or people with me that I have complete understanding that my Job as First officer of this ship, as well as manager and safe guarder of this crew was basically a loss. I will be submitting myself to reporting to the Group Commander with the Captain at the returning to SBB with the ship to recieve what punishment they serve me.

Two good things that I hope to offer in light of this situation over the past few months is a respite for the Crew of the Sheridan as well as for the Olean Colony. I have gone down to the colony disguised as a civilianand put a deposit down on two pieces of land. One on the border of the business area and a residential area, and one in a developing neighborhood, both bare lots and of decent size.

I hope to develop the lot on the border of the two areas into a park with a monument of sorts. I have designed a nice structure to be put there, with a view to the hills. For the other lot I have designed a modest house of 4 small bedrooms for use of the ship and other Star Fleet friends as a get-away for shoreleave or vacation. I will need to sell some things in order to finance it, or maybe get a loan. Fortunately things are affordable there. I am not sure.

I will look forward to what shoreleave I get. James is back on board and active in Star Fleet once more. it will be good to have his company and support.

Well. not much to do but wait for what comes.

End Log.

LCdr Gaelio Princip

Stardate 20712.05

Lieutenant Commander Gaelio Princip, Stardate 20712.05

Chief Medical Officer Log

Well... this has got to have been one of the most surreal and... exhausting missions I have been on to date.

I can't say it has been fun. It hasnt. We arrived at a planet to help and everything went nuts. At first I was stationed down on the planet aiding the colony medical centre with Dr Beleue. Before long I was back on the ship offically promoted to Second officer, the captain had been infected with the mutagen and was going insane. Me and Commander Ralston then had to take control, which was difficult, and restore order. To be honest I consider this mission a fail.

In all we saved most of the colonists and managed to restore peace. But they hated us. At one point they hated us. And that is terrible. That is a fail.

I also did not like leaving my sickbay in the hands of Dr Solomon Artz. Unfortuntly he has not done anything punishable just yet... but I cannot wait for him to be blasted off this ship.

Anyway, for the majourity of the clear up after we cured the mutagen I haven been temporary First officer as the Captain needs to be re-enstated by Commodore Daher. I personally think the Captain is definatly back up for command, I shall be relived to have everything back to normal... so I can go on damage control in my sickbay.

Francis La'Boe has suggested we go down to that jungle planet a short distance away from Bravo... Astork 4? He wants to show me a real adventure... I think I have had enough of real adventures. But I will go. I have opened the offer to the rest of the crew. Unfortuntly Artz was only too egar to sign up, along with the Transporter Chief. I hope more officers will.

One last note. My left Anteni if offically dead. Nurse Zhen checked it over, and checked it for responses and nope... its gone. For a start it is simply a stump now. I have adapted well to being without it. At first I was very disorientated but that has worn off. I must say I have found myself getting exhausted very easily ever since, i think that may be a permenant problem... along with my very poor balance now... hopefully it won't be that bad.

I've noticed Ensign th'Terik has also had his anteni damaged. I will have to buy him a drink and give him so very strong advice. "It will grow back once. It will grow back twice. But three times is pushing your luck". As I know now.

End Log

Mid Jared Inyo

Stardate 020712.12

Midshipman Jared Inyo, Stardate 020712.12

Personal Log

Computer start recording.

My first couple of weeks on board have been eventful, if not the best start was taken. Having misunderstood my first officer on my first meeting I practically ignored him, but I managed to smooth it over fortunately.

I met a few good crewmen on my first few days, the CMO seems a nice guy and very competent at his job it seems. Ensign Nick Ristone also someone I have met and seems very helpful to me in my first few days aboard.

My first tactical endeavour was to retrieve a runabout that was left by an ex tactical officer that left. I had to check that everything was safe before I retrieved it as the shuttle bay doors were damaged during our last mission, chief Dibnah though was excellent right through that procedure. My first piloting of a runabout outside of the academy went very well, and I docked the runabout successfully.

I have shore leave now which is unexpected as I have just got on board, but I will take advantage of it, as I am sure it will be a while before we get many more opportunities in the near future.

I am looking forward to meeting the Captain shortly and to maybe get a chance to take my station at one of the tactical consoles on the bridge, a dream that will be fulfilled by myself, always something that I have wanted to do since I was a child.

Well can’t say that there is much more to add other than to say that if my first few weeks were anything to go by, my future exploits wont be boring.

End Log