Admiral's Log 010

Posted on 23 Aug 2016 @ 9:58pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm
Edited on 23 Aug 2016 @ 9:58pm

314 words; about a 2 minute read

Admiral's Log, Stardate 67857.1

Our assignment at Celes III is now complete and we have left the planet. We have been making our way to Starbase 234 over the past several days at good speed. While en route, we briefly rendezvoused with USS Oceana and Wolff to take on new personnel and several small stores of provisions. It has been...difficult to adjust ever since Captain Holliday departed for Earth. I have never had another XO during my tenure as a commanding officer and his absence saddens me. His new instructing opportunities at the Academy are an excellent career opportunity but my own selfishness wants to recall him back to my starship. But...I know this would anger him .....as much as we always enjoyed each others' company, I feel that deep inside, he was never destined to serve aboard a Nova-class starship for his entire career. His mind works in other ways and it would be unfair for me to force my feelings for him upon his sovereignty.


Soft sigh


We are scheduled to arrive at Starbase 234 within the next five days. No mention of any future assignment has come across my desk, but I--


Muffled growling and thumps in the background


"...Snuffles, you are awake early this afterno-- wait, what is in your mouth?"


More growling and grunts followed by the sound of a table being knocked over


"....Snuffles, no, put that down! Now!! Drop it! ....No...SNUFFLES, NO...drop it!!"


A loud snort followed by heavy targ footsteps trodding away at high speed

Muffled words and yelps from the bedroom


".....Snuffles put down the gel pack!! No, do not dare ea-- ...SNUFFLES!!!! Unintelligible Orion curse words

"..Saalm to sickbay, prepare for emergency transport.. my targ just ingested a bio-neural gelpack.."

"Computer, end log!"

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