014 - Preparing for the Worst

Posted on 29 Oct 2013 @ 10:50pm by Lieutenant Theron Rhodes

456 words; about a 2 minute read

Personal log - 014 - Preparing for the Worst

ON:

I am about to go on an away mission, that may be my last. In a few minutes I will be joining an away team and beam down to an unknown planet that is controlled by a species that have no desire to be known by other civilizations. They have the ability to control the Borg, or at least several Cube's of Borg.

I have prepared myself physically. I am wearing enough weapons and tools to hopefully provide the best possible situation for our safety and egress. (pause) But, I am not sure if I am prepared emotionally for what is to come. I felt like I needed one more thing from by quarters before I went. It may be the one thing that encourages me to look for the best in people, and to not fear them out of ignorance.

He held up a shiny metallic cylinder about 10 centimeters long in his hand.

I have decided to take my Grandfather's Denn'bok with me.

He presses the activation switch and the pole extends in both direction in an instant to about 150 centimeters.

The fighting lance of the Denn'na might just give me the edge I need. My Grandfather told many stories, when I was a boy, of how just it being with him reminded him of his obligation to patience, understanding, and right thinking. "This honor is not for everyone," he would say. My Grandfather told me how he had practiced for cycles and cycles to perfect his use of the pike.
He had achieved perfect scores in competition twice, but was denied his prize, just because he was not in the top 10% of those in that year's competition. After further cycles of practice and patience he finally earned the Denn'bok, where his study and mastery of the art paid off. And finally, he became a master of Denn'na.

He was so proud, yet never boasted. An honor no one could take away, not even the High Council. More importantly, the meaning behind their skill. There was a brotherhood of Denn'na, yet he never spoke of it, but always held them in respect higher even than those of a Basque. Today I will carry it with me, to honor my Grandpa Krenner Spistil, Denn'na

He presses the switch again and it instantly retracted to the 10 centimeter long cylinder lying in his palm. He slipped it into a pocket in his vest of tools.

This may be my last entry, so I want my parents and family to know that what I do here today, I do in the best name of Starfleet and for the Worlds of the Tandar Sector.

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