Marek Command Council
Joined: 27 Aug 2009 Posts: 1045 Location: The Dark Side of Utah
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 6:45 pm Post subject: The Bridge |
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Xavier Croft
USS Hartington
Stardate 54355.56
Croft sat at the helm, listening as the two runabouts went about the mission. Wish I was down there He ran a diagnostic on the impulse drive to kill a few minutes. He found himself thinking about the war with the Dominion, how so many people on this ship had been affected. He sometimes wondered why he didn't harbor some of the feelings of hate towards the Cardassians that many other persons in Starfleet did. Of course, piloting a starship doesn't give much chance for face to face encounters, and he hadn't lost any family in the war. The Borg, yes, had taken much from him, almost everything, but they were easier to hate, more acceptable to hate even. He pondered the latest change to his nightly terrors, the addition of the Tal'Harton. His very being told him they had only just begun to make their presence known to Federation. His unpredictable telepathy aside, he was sure it would end badly for some on this ship. He shook off the dark thoughts, Pay attention
He began running evasive maneuver drills to keep his thoughts from wandering. _________________
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