Personal Log 3

Posted on 01 Oct 2016 @ 4:26am by Lieutenant Commander Ryan Alexander

617 words; about a 3 minute read

Ryan moved to sit down in front of his Computer, he looked tired, his hair disheveled. He looked up at the clock and groaned. "Computer start Personal Log."

"It as been a few days since my last log, and while I wanted to try and space them out, I guess this one might be important. It all started with meeting Commander Wyatt, he too is a Marine. We spoke for a time while I worked on the Gel Packs, nothing significant to report on that, just some physical damage that never was reported, or looked into."

Ryan took a sip of water and reached for his PADD. "We encountered a distress beacon, from an old Federation ship, the Recluse, emanating from the Paulson nebula. Like any good Starfleet, are in the process of investigating said disappearance. However, the neublea is extremely hard to penetrate with sensors. However, I have a plan for that. My CubSats should be able to function nearly the same way as the Borg Torpedoes did, though mine will me more numerous, smaller, and not be lethal, that should allow us a nigh sensor sphere that should give us the ability to locate the vessel, or any other vessel that might close in on our position."

Ryan leaned back into his chair. "Which brings me to my meeting with Lieutenant Braxton, who is one of my favorite people one this vessel. Not that I give to much credence to scuttlebutt, but geez can he pick up women like a champ." Ryan said with a laugh. "But we spoke about my Cube Sats, and he helped my figure out some of the finer details that needed a scientific mind. Not to mention the good conversation, and it wasn't force or anything, it was rather natural. He reminded me a lot of Corporal Simmons." Ryan said his smile fading, with a sad tone taking its place.

"I had trouble sleeping this evening, so like any good Marine I went to the bar for some self medication. Pretty recently I have been having the dreams about him, about his death. Normally a good run or workout will fatigue me enough that I will just pass out, but with all that has been happening, it wasn't working. In the bar, I encountered a wonderful young women, who is wise beyond her years. She too was having trouble sleeping. We talked for awhile, a long while. I don't think I had ever really talked about what happened with Simmons before with anyone. Sure, I had the mandatory counseling sessions, but I never really opened up, just did the minimum to get the signature so that I could go back to work to be with the team, at that time that was the best medicine for me. Though, recently, I guess I should have talked about it. It really wasn't my fault, I guess I never really believed that, until I heard someone, who I didn't even know, tell me. And not only that, she allowed me to look at myself, really look at my self. I haven't spoken to Simmons wife since his Funeral. I found a picture of us and I think it might be the only one. It was taken from her Camera, she was into film. I am going to send it to her next time we reach port. I need to let go, and remember the happy times and not dwell on the bad. I need to honor his memory, otherwise I will be doing a disservice to myself and to him." Ryan said with a smile.

"I just needed to get this off my chest before I went to bed. Anyways, end Personal Log."

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