Personal Log 011

Posted on 25 Jul 2012 @ 10:57am by Captain Jonathan Holliday

649 words; about a 3 minute read

First Officer...no....Acting Captain Jonathan Holliday reporting.

Our mission went....badly. Hell, it went terribly - in every way possible the Klingons completely and utterly beat us - and I let it happen. Those goddamn ridge-faced barbarians have killed god only knows how many of my crew, kidnapped the captain, and put more holes in Galileo than I think we have the materials to actually plug up again.

And on top of it all, I'm the one left in command, the one who has to make everything okay again, who's expected to save the day and get everyone home in one piece - I don't even know IF we'll get home alive, let alone how and when! Not that it's the kind of thing I can go shouting around the Mess Hall - what's left of it any way.

The crew have been hit hard enough, we've lost some damn good people to this mission - I swear if Sienna isn't the best thing since the invention of warp drive I'll personally visit every Admiral who gave us these orders and give them a piece of my mind....sending a sicence ship on what was always going to be a military mission....ugh! Idiots!

I mean, which idiot thought that this mission was ever going to be as easy as Command were making out? Those decrepit old Admirals sat behind their desks with their fancy adjutants have absolutely no idea what it's like out here any more - no wonder they make such foolish decisions.

Galileo is probably faring about as well as I am - between the hull breaches, weapons failures, gravity net losses, exploded power conduits and ruptured EPS systems, it's a wonder that the framework is holding together. I know if I were this ship, I'd be looking forward to a few weeks in spacedock and a well earned rest.

Dammit I just don't have time for these kinds of delays....the Klingons are sat waiting for us to come out of the nebula, no doubt with systems damaged about as badly as ours are, if they had warp capability or any significant weapons systems intact then I'm sure they'd have tried to flush us out by now - as it stands, I think they're as hurt as we are.

Our only chance at this is going to be to get this ship battle ready before the Klingons can get their warp drive back - if they manage to retreat back into Klingon territory, it would take a fleet of starships and an all-out war to get our crew and technology back.

The crew....what's left of it any way. Commander Remington's death is going to be hard for the crew to take - I know he was a popular man aboard ship, and to lose him is going to be a loss far greater than just an Operations officer. Already I've had to start formulating our requests for new crew members once we get back to Earth....submitting that is going to bring a bitter taste to my mouth I know that much already.

I feel that...I owe his family at least something - according to his personnel file he has a partner and a child...damn....I might have hated my father growing up but at least I still had him....that poor kid....

*Sighs*

There will be time for mourning later - however much I want to give my crew a good send off, there's nothing I can do right now except plan how I am going to make those Klingons out there pay for what they've done....

I will make them pay. I swear it. I will get our crew back, and if necessary, I will condemn their bodies to the cold depths of space....

I am Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Holliday.
A soldier.
And I don't forgive.


Computer, end log.

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