Pursuit

Posted on 29 Sep 2024 @ 7:50pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius
Edited on 29 Sep 2024 @ 8:12pm

288 words; about a 1 minute read

Personal Log, Stardate 69379.3

"I, uh...don't record a lot of these. Not every week like the SOPs mandate. Or every month... I don't have a lot to say most of the time. What am I supposed to do, sit here and talk to myself about random course corrections at the conn or plasma relay desynchs during the shuttles' maintenance cycles? I don't have time for that.

"But I guess now, I should record this log. Something happened recently which we're all trying to figure out. A lot of the brass are talking about temporal stuff - that we might have traveled to the future and these hallucinations we're having are actually real memories. Dumb egghead nonsense. Well, I thought.

"The Vulcan ChEng came into the shuttlebay an hour ago all uppity with superiority, like most of them. But damn, she was beautiful. Cold, but still beautiful. Her ears looked extra-pointy. And what she said to me? Demanding I acquiesce to her new maintenance orders? Please. I don't play games like that and it ain't right to go into someone else's work place and throw around your pretty body. Not on my watch.

"I think I'll return the favor...see a little more of her if everything goes South but hopefully get in and out with the tools I need she never provided me with. She wants to get petty? I'm the master of that. But I...feel like I know her from somewhere. Call it visions or stress or whatever, but the way I've been thinking about her and this ship - I guess that's above my rate and for the XO to handle. When we eventually get a new one.

"End log entry."

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