01-01-2026, 09:13 PM
Stardate 22601.01
Lucy Devereaux
Personal Log – Private
Requiem for *********** and that’s just me,
Mission’s over mercifully I wasn’t sent back in a class 9 probe, but I know I would have deserved it. That was more for what I did during the briefing. I got justifiably chewed out, but my conscience haunts me. I’m not amusing and I have no diplomatic sense.
The mission itself, survey a length of a nebula on the edge of Cardassian space, Two probes in and we cross paths with a smuggler’s freighter. Klingons to add to a delicate mission. Ship disabled, ship chased and dealt with, ship’s trail followed back to its point of origin.
Nothing but nightmares and Klingon pirates. The nightmares are all the Klingon’s fault. We cleaned up somebody’s forgotten secret. Shore leave is calling. Need to wash my slate, again.
I want to be out here, to be part of this, even if it does mean nightmares, better that being haunted by my on slug brained stupidity,
Encrypt and save.
Lucy Devereaux
Personal Log – Private
Requiem for *********** and that’s just me,
Mission’s over mercifully I wasn’t sent back in a class 9 probe, but I know I would have deserved it. That was more for what I did during the briefing. I got justifiably chewed out, but my conscience haunts me. I’m not amusing and I have no diplomatic sense.
The mission itself, survey a length of a nebula on the edge of Cardassian space, Two probes in and we cross paths with a smuggler’s freighter. Klingons to add to a delicate mission. Ship disabled, ship chased and dealt with, ship’s trail followed back to its point of origin.
Nothing but nightmares and Klingon pirates. The nightmares are all the Klingon’s fault. We cleaned up somebody’s forgotten secret. Shore leave is calling. Need to wash my slate, again.
I want to be out here, to be part of this, even if it does mean nightmares, better that being haunted by my on slug brained stupidity,
Encrypt and save.