Log Entry 006

Posted on 19 Mar 2012 @ 6:37am by Captain Jonathan Holliday

510 words; about a 3 minute read

First Officer's personal log,

So, today's the day. We're as ready as we're going to be, every equipment locker is filled, all our crew are aboard, and thankfully, someone confirmed today that we do actually have some antimatter aboard to get the warp engines started with.
All that's left for us now is to cast off the docking ports and umbilicals that have so far kept the Galileo tethered to the floor, straining to get up and into space.

The crew have thoroughly impressed me with their readiness, the sheer number of requisition orders I have been buried under is testament to that. It seems that the senior staff at least are starting to rub off on me since I came aboard. When I took this assignment, I told myself that I was going to be the very model of efficiency and command protocol, but that all appears to be changing. So far I've entered myself into an ongoing sparring war with our chief science officer, and taken our counsellor onto the phaser range.

Note to self - review all crew weapon proficiencies at the next convenient moment.

Hell, I've even ended up babysitting the captain's kid sister - a few months ago I would have turned around and told Saalm to get the hell out of my office and not to come back, never mind saying yes and to be honest, having a pretty good time. After all, where else am I going to find out the boss' pet name. Oh ReeHee, you have a lot of jabbing to look forward to on that one I can promise that....I might just keep it under my hat for now until the opportune moment presents itself.

But...its not all been social niceties and joviality - no matter how much I try to put it out of my mind, the news of my father's impending demise hasn't sat as well with me as I once thought it would. I have always hated that man, from as young as I can remember he's brought nothing but loathing and disgust into my mind. So why would I now be so concerned that I might not be there...be there at the end for him.

The fact that he ordered me to remain on the ship...typical dad...issuing orders from his deathbed...makes me think that it might not be as bad as I thought...that said, I'm sure there's only so nice that a terminal illness can be. I'm hoping that we'll have this mission wrapped up and be back in berth before too long, I feel I should at least show my face one last time.

He might not have approved of my choice of career, but I suppose he's still my old man....and no Starfleet officer should allow themselves to be guided purely by their emotions...however easy that might be. I'm due on the Bridge in a few hours for our launch, so hopefully I can squeeze in a few hours sleep before then.

Computer, end log.

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