Arms Reach Away..

Posted on 30 Jul 2012 @ 10:21pm by Command Master Chief Markum Quinn

483 words; about a 2 minute read

Personal Log: Markum Quinn

So I woke up earlier today to a new life. I am no longer physically whole. It would seem that I will be forced to live my life without my natural right arm. The cybernetic prosthesis is very nice, and several times stronger than my natural one was, naturally. I wonder if I can attach that old Gorn's hand I have to it? What a conversation piece that would be.

Thinking about what I did, that caused this is so surreal. I didn't do it because I wanted recognition, or to be some type of damn hero. I knew damn well that I had a fair chance in dying. I knew it, and the thought of it terrified me. And yeah, I suppose I could of ordered someone to go into that nacelle and do it. I could of, but if the shit hit the fan, as it usually does in those situations, they would have to think on their feet, and their would of been no time for them to contact me for direction, or instruction. So, as my dear friend, Torin, whom serves on the Sarek would of said. You were the best, and most logical choice to take up the task.

I suppose now I will have plenty of time to rethink my choices, but anyone that knows me, knows that I won't second guess it. I'm not one to sulk on what could of been, should of been. Then again, I never lost an appendage before, now have I? I have a feeling that rehab is going to suck, but it will give Peers sometime to get used to running engineering. I also guess I owe her my life. I'm not going to live this one down. That little girl managed to pull me out of there, and in a EVO-Suit none the less.

Now to what just happened not so long ago. Tarishiana came to see me, well, from what I've heard from the nurses, she never left my side after surgery. When I was going in and out up there, in the nacelle, I kept thinking of her and my son, Markus.

Pause.

Resume.

Damn nurses always poking and prodding in places that are not used to having it done. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah! Tarish and Markum. The thought of Markum having to lose his father a second time, and on a permanent basis, was unacceptable to me. And Tarish. I have never been in such....oneness before. I realized that everyday is a gift, and to not squander away beautiful opportunities. So.....I proposed to her, my Imzadi, and she accepted. I wonder now, who's name changes in a Betazoid marriage? The man's, or the woman's? Looks like Nurse Ratchet is back, and she is grinning at me. This can't be good. Not one damn bit.

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