Miraj Derani Personal Log #9

Posted on 30 Aug 2017 @ 8:10am by Ensign Miraj Derani

475 words; about a 2 minute read

Galileo day 168
Live flight hours 169
Sim Hours 81.5

I don't know where to begin. I've been gone so long. And I've had no one to talk to for most of it.

I haven't flown a ship in over six months. That's hours and hours of time not spent at the conn. Not because I didn't want to, you know me, I love flying, they'll prise my cold dead corpse of a conn when I go. But things happened. I got hurt. It was silly. I was flying a Klingon ship.

Yes, she was a bitch. But I had to. We were stuck out in no where and If I didn't we wouldn't have got home.

But some of the Klingons on the ship didn't want us doing what we were supposed be doing. Some sort of political mission. And there was a mutiny. I won't bore you with the details, but there was a fight on the bridge, and I banged my head.

Yah. I know. Stupid but I wasn't really given a choice. But it did real damage. Oh? Kind of like, I lost my positioning processor and the gestalt translator off my sensor array. I couldn't recognise people, which was pretty bad, but liveable with.

It wasworse! I literally couldn't say what was up or down. They stripped my wings off me. I just wanted to die. If they couldn't fix me when I got home I would have done.

And it took forever to get home. The pilots of those ships fly like nervous old codgers afraid to use a thruster. It was horrible. Being flown, not being able to fly, all of it. And then I've spent forever in Starfleet Medical. We weren't allowed out of San Francisco. I didn't care. What was the point of leaving? I couldn't go flying. I tried it.

No, don't be silly, in a holodeck. It was a disaster. So I just stayed in Starfleet Medical. Didn't seem any point in doing anything else.

So there was surgery. I've never been so scared. I called dad, but only on voice. I couldn't face seeing him, and not recognising him. And I know its bad, but I told him not to come before the surgery. I want things to be normal. I didn't want to look at him, or Mal, and not know who they are. It was bad enough with Luke. More on him later.

Well I got my facial recognition back instantly. And then there was more tests, and more scans.

And then there was the test flight. That did not go as expected. My examiner almost died, and I crashed into a wall at the best part of a hundred kilometers an hour.

But I got my wings back!

So heat up those impulse engines, Annie- girl! We are going flying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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