Personal Log 003

Posted on 02 Mar 2014 @ 2:27am by Lieutenant Olsam Mott

652 words; about a 3 minute read

Personal Log, Stardate 67203.0.

"Well, Teth is shacking up with some hussy from sciences. I don't even know how he met her, much less how they moved from one date into sleeping together. I don't have prudish Terran standards, but it seems fast even to me! Those relationships never last. They burn out like a dying sun. Or collapse like a supernova. At the speed they're going I'm sure tomorrow he's going to tell me, 'Oh, by the way, Olsam, we're getting married this afternoon and then having seven babies next week.'

"Needless to say, I don't like it very much. She seems shifty to me. What did she need a level 3 biosecurity clearance for anyway? Making 'heart medication' for 'caitians'? Hardly. Any dummy can grind up some herbs with a mortar and pestle, pass it off as some kind of so-called 'medication' and not need the slightest security clearance. She's not even a member of Starfleet! Who lets these civilian contractors on board, anyway? I should complain to the commodore. There have to be thousands of enlisted biotechnologists who could have taken the position. She probably bribed some admiral to get on board...

"And what does she do anyway? Biotechnology... Might as well say 'Borg technology.' That's probably what she's doing, dating Teth to get to his implants so she can make some big name for herself and rake in the latinum. I thought she had the look of a latinum digger. Poor Teth! He's suffered enough at the hands of those implants and that crazy woman - I mean, man - who stabbed him. And then some Klingons jump him on his vacation! And then it turns out his so-called 'girlfriend' is just going to harvest his implants.

"Well, over my dead body.

"As much as I enjoyed traveling to Akkadia with Dr. Allyndra, I can't help but feel like the experience will end up getting me killed somewhere down the line. Some things you're just not supposed to see, which has never really stopped me from trying to see them. And therein lies the problem, in regards to my being killed off. At any rate, we managed to patch up Kohl as well as we could, and that was the real point of the trip. I get the impression he's a little leery of me, and yet I have no idea why. He received excellent medical care from both myself and Dr. Allyndra. Some people just don't like doctors, I guess...or.... Hm. It occurs to me maybe there's some resentment about my having assumed his old position. Maybe I should address that after we're underway.

"And I am, indeed, ready to get underway; I believe the ship will be leaving in a few hours. It was difficult to say goodbye to my apartment and seal it for the foreseeable future. I'll miss my dear little village home, but the mayor certainly seemed enthusiastic about seeing me off after the Winter Festival. I don't know what the big fuss was about. So my cousin brought the Bolian National Symphony, big deal. And maybe the photo-reactive bacteria ate through the lining of the mayor's greenhouse. How was I supposed to know that would happen? Mr. Kohl assured me they were perfectly safe. It's not my fault the mayor was such a flimsy greenhouse. I asked my sister's husband's cousin's uncle to drop by to rebuild it when possible - he's a carpenter - and I even designed some improvements over the original design. I'm sure the mayor will be pleased with the final result.

"I suppose I should sign off. I promised Dr. Allyndra I'd help her secure the medcarts prior to departure so the things don't go flying all over the place. Atmospheric flight makes me so nervous. I hope I don't pass out again.

"Computer, end log."

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