Personal Log 302

Posted on 30 Jun 2017 @ 7:45pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm

257 words; about a 1 minute read

Personal Log, Stardate 68218.6

After a week being back on Earth, I find myself settling in to a boring routine. The first few days were full of joy and relief -- the chance to be back at the Command headquarters and walk around San Fransisco -- but now it's been replaced by...paperwork.

I guess it's not enough for the crew and I to go through our debriefings, and Starfleet's seen fit to put us to work. For me, that means processing reports, filing them, overseeing sector logistics and requisitions, and whatever else the next vice admiral above me doesn't want to do for the day. At least when I was assigned to Starfleet Intelligence the work was stimulating. But this...

Anyway, things at home have taken a strange turn. Nesh submitted her resignation from the Academy and seems to be going through some sort of post-puberty rebellion. Or maybe a second puberty. I don't remember Mother ever telling me that I acted in such a way, but I suppose I can't blame Nesh considering everything that happened to her aboard Galileo during the past couple months.

And Amaranai...I find myself thinking about her more and more as the days go by. We'd just started enjoying each other's company when all of us were ordered to isolate ourselves. It feels a bit like torture, really, and I don't know how much longer I can cope with being away from her. Maybe...a secret late-night visit is in order...

Computer, end log

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