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uvek Task Force Crewman
Joined: 10 Jul 2009 Posts: 1417 Location: bluffton ohio
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 7:05 pm Post subject: Enroute: Stardate 53774.1 |
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Personal Log: Ensign Stephen Daniels - Communications Specialist
Awesome. I'm almost there. That trip through the wormhole was everything they said it would be. I wonder how many prophets were watching me. *sound of ice cubes rattling in a glass*. These replicators might be state of the art, but they can't hold a candle to this Glen Livet. I got this stuff from a Ferengi, of all people! Some scavenger, too, this guy. *swallows*. Anything for gold-pressed latinum. Oh well, DS9 probably gets pretty boring now that the war is over.
I can't believe I'm finally going to a Starship. And in the Gamma Quadrant! What would dad say now? He pretty much gave up on my career back when Commander Thell blew me back to Cadet. *loud laughter* Served him right, the so-called Commander! ha ha!...Still can't get that image out of my mind, vinegar spewing out of his face like that! ha ha!
Anyway, going to the Hartington might just shake things up, it was getting way too stuffy in that office. Lt. Darius wasn't really getting the hint. *Sighs* probably wanted to get married, poor thing. Nothing like good timing. I can't get married yet. Not when there's a whole quadrant of lovelies waiting on me!
*Sounds of shuffling around and movement* I still don't exactly know what this thing is. It's about the size of a large valise, with "SYSTEM 921" printed on the top. Grey, metallic and polycarbonate, from the appearance, and weighs about 15 kilograms. All I know is I gotta give it to the ship's medical officer when I get aboard the Hartington.
Anyway, computer, I'm a little drunk and a lot tired. Gonna finish this up and, ah, where was I? *chuckle* ooh, yea, I hear there's a Romulan on board. Wait til he gets a load of what I got in my bags. Gonna make a friend right off, unless he's one of the stuff shirts like those on DS9 seemed to be. Well, computer, my ol' friend....see you on the ship.
End Log. _________________
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uvek Task Force Crewman
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 12:57 pm Post subject: |
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Stardate: 53774.5 - later in the evening, transport ship taking replacement crew to U.S.S. Hartington:
Daniels had a good rip going now. 3/4 of the bottle of ancient Glen Livet, which cost a pretty penny he would add, was gone now and a fire was burning in his head and gut. He was bored. This ship didn't have what he considered "good entertainment" and so he had returned to his quarters fired and unsatisfied. That is when he noticed the grey box sitting the corner, the tag "System 921" calling out to him like a challenge. Curiosity got the better of him, as it often did, and he reached out to it.
THere was a faint hum from the case after he struck the large red ACTIVATE switch, evidence of the 6 second regional scan taking place. Daniels leaned in close, his drunken haze interfering with his ability to make sense of what was happening. When the medical hologram appeared before him, he fell back. "What the hell!?"
The hologram was approximately 5'10" tall, with black wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. He was human, for all intents and purposes, and dressed in the familiar blue of the Medical corps.
"I do not understand," said the hologram, looking around the room in puzzlement. "You do not appear to have a medical emergency." He looked closely at Daniels, sitting in a crumpled pile on the floor before him. "However, I do detect elevated blood alcohol levels within your system. Have you been poisoned?" He moved closer to Daniels, who was recovering at this point, and reached for the Ensign's hand.
"What? No, ha ha, no" laughed the communications officer. "Not by anyone else, anyway." He was standing, albeit unsteadily, and looking at the hologram. "Well, that's interestin'". he slurred with a smile. "A medical hologram. Do somethin medical." he said.
The hologram pulled back, a look of irritation spread across his face. "I beg your pardon." He said indignently. "I'm a doctor, not an entertainer. You obviously do not require medical attention, aside from a possible psychiatrist for your evident drinking problem. I am going to self-deactivate now. Please do not disturb me again, unless you need medical attention." He paused, just before stepping on the platform of his transmitter. "Which, if you do distrurb me again, you will."
The hologram disappeared, leaving Daniels to stare after him. "Well," sneered Stephen, moving toward his bunk. "That was fun." He slumped into his bed and passed out. _________________
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