The lighting in the room is dim, Quint paces around his desk finally drifting to the window.
He stands staring out, not really watching the shuttles moving about to restore the warp
nacelle. A soft bit of classical music plays in the back reaching its crescendo as he turns
back to look at his desk.
“Computer, Open personal logs, begin recording.”
The computer beeps in response, its synthesized voice replying “Recording confirmed”
“Personal log, Stardate….Eh hell with it. Its Wednesday night ship time, only been a day
since my last log entry. Any way…”
Quint paces towards the desk and picks up the sidearm he keeps there
“Had an interesting night, hell its zero-four-hundred, better make that morning. Sighs As
I was saying, was an interesting night. Managed to get a bit of down time on station in that
didn’t involve work entirely, ran into Captain Welhuph for a bit. Talked about the past few
weeks’ events and got the Paladin on what should be a nice shake down run.”
Quint starts back to the window carrying the side arm, fiddling with its settings some, drawing
it up from time to time, taking a weavers stance.
“After he left I must admit, the conversation left me a bit….Spaced out I suppose. Nearly missed,
did miss, the arrival of an Andorian…Half Andorian, Captain. After managing to make up for my
lack of manners we spoke about the war, why we joined Starfleet. Usual small talk. Just talked.
Eventually I somehow let her talk me into a tango on the dance floor. I am surprised I didn’t mess
that up. laughs She seemed to enjoy herself and so did I so…I’ll count it a win.”
Quint sets the weapon on the night stand and stares out the viewing window at the distant stars.
“After she had to leave I went back to enjoying the drink…Well attempting to…that she bought as
thanks for the dance. Seemed a shame to waste it. Even if that Ferengi can’t replicate a whisky
sour to save his life.”
Quint laughs again but it fades, the mirth vanishes from his voice
“Miss Sedai came to see me soon after that. Asking about the incident in the Sakari system, and
wanted to see why the choice was made how it was. If she only knew how right she was when she
commented about rethinking it over and over. It is easy to judge after the fact. I am as guilty as
anyone else I suppose. This incident involving Captain Falcon proves that. Choices concerning the
lives of one’s crew, and others, never end easy. I hope what I did manage to explain let her find some
understanding, I am willing to bet however that it wasn’t the case.”
“The Federation holds itself to a high standard, of conduct and of policy. I just wish it wasn’t so ‘Black
and White’ about things, the Galaxy certainly isn’t. I do understand though. Personally I’d of loved to
either blast that stuff or space it and let the two war machines rip each other up over it. That snot the
way it would of happened though. At best we would have screwed the reputation of the Talaxian we
helped. Making their trading career all the harder…OR had both machines attacking us.”
Quint steps back and settles on his bed staring up at the familiar dark ceiling.
“So many questions…Eh tomorrow or today rather is a new day. I will have to see what comes of it.
I also noticed Centurion t’Veras roaming around all lit up about something. I will have to ask her about it.
I did notice before she left she was again actually speaking civilly with that Lieutenant who is friends with
the gal she argues with so much. Might be a sign of peace on the horizon. Who knows, all I can say is it
has been an interesting month here with this Task Force. Computer, end recording and set alarm for
zero-seven-hundred.”
Captain Quint sits at his desk looking over his PADD and glances at the desk
computer screen a few times. After a time his voice breaks through the silence.
“Computer, open personal logs, new entry and record, *The Computer beeps in
reply* Personal log. We took the Paladin out for a ‘Dusting off’ run this evening.
Transporting Medical supplies and Intel to Starbase 381 in the Out-back.
Everything went well it looks like. Starbase 381 got their supplies, Ensign
Running Bear got to deliver his Intelligence report, and we got to give the new
warp nacelle a good cruse.”
Quint sits the PADD down and leans back in his chair. Absently he picks up the
disruptor pistol he works on regularly. Looking over the adaptation component
he installed on it, the weapon was almost a history of his various postings since
leaving Starbase 39. Various energy converters could be changed out and
replaced with various power cells and sights. He sits it back on the desk continuing.
“Of course, just to add a bit of ‘Ouch’ to the trip, we were speaking with some of the
stations crew while Paladin was being unloaded. Talking about posts and adventure,
one asked if what they had heard about the Delta Quadrant was true. If it was really
so over the top, so fantastic. Of course this eventually leads to someone bringing up
the most recent incident involving the Prelor and Cravic. *Quint shakes his head* I think
I’m going to have that one bounced around awhile. Unless something even more
extremely ‘Gray’ area comes up. *Laughs* Oh well. Thus is life.”
Quint stands, picking up the weapon, as he walks to the bed. He places it on the table
and sits down in the bed. A quick stretch and he finishes.
“It will feel good to get back out and not be stuck on station. I am torn though. Do we
return to Delta or attempt a reassign to deal with this pirate situation? Not that I have any
doubts about those working on the issue. I just feel in the back of my mind that being
there to finish this would help bring some sense of peace. Here I am tossing this back and
forth, when I just told Centurion t’Veras to take a breather and relax once in awhile. I’m
sure she’d grin at the idea of me letting it get into my personal logs. *Laughs* Computer,
set alarm for zero-five-thirty hours, Post that I want the staff meeting moved up to thirteen
hundred. Lights out, and end Recording.”
((I would like to note this was originally cooked up before I saw the posts and only edited
it for the AAR information lol))
Quint paces by his desk. The room is dark but for a small light on the desk.
With each pass Quint picks up his mug then on the pass back sets it down,
the whole lap taking seven steps. A single violin plays in the back ground,
the song 'Shadows'.
"I can't shake it. Something feels...Off. Last night I ended up responding to
an incident along side of Security. After things were sorted and we tried to
put things together on what had occurred. It seemed obvious that this incident
was two things. One Intentional and two covered up."
He stops pacing and stares at the shelf on the wall. Stepping over he looks
closely at two items encased in glass. Each is identical save for each has
three different numbers on it, and one has a black band over the emblem.
"Once a Cop always a Cop I suppose. The Security Officer has locked the
case pending any new information. Calling it closed, It doesn't feel closed.
However it is his area, and I wouldn't have wanted someone poking on my
beat when I was...."
His voice trails off as he turns away from the shelf. A clicking sound is heard
as he clicks his tongue behind his teeth a few beats. His eyes close and his
hands are clapped together.
"Its there, in the edge of my mind....Something missing that I haven't taken
into account. Think! From the top...I was speaking with Captain Lahn, we
were talking about her up coming inspection. I had glanced up, saw....Saw
t'Veras exit the holodeck. I went back to speaking with Lahn....I don't recall
seeing the Lieutenant walk to the holodeck. He must have been in there
before."
He goes back to pacing his eye not seeing the present as he forces himself
replay the image in his mind.
"I took my mug and went to the armory, then on my way back I heard the call."
Quint stops and growls at himself.
"Why didn't I think of that? I'll need to get in touch with Security and see if
the sensors recording over the promenade were affected. If not, they will show
when the Lieutenant and the Romulan each entered the holodecks! As well as
who else was there!"
After he says the words a dark look covers his face, a touch of anger and confusion,
with a dash of disbelief. Realization sets in. He shakes his head to dismiss it.
"No, that's too paranoid. I'll see other people."
His voice lacks conviction as the song in the background ends he sets on the
corner of his desk still refusing to let his mind give an answer he doesn't like.
Quint exits the shower area of his quarters using a towel to dry his hair off,
having used the water instead of a sonic shower. He steps in front of his
mirror and ensures his uniform is in order.
"Computer, personal log entry, it is...Zero-six-hundred, and its morning two
of almost no rest. *Sighs* Between the incident the other day and my mind
running circles around what I have come up with I some how managed to
open that box again."
When his uniform is to his liking he grabs a comb and straitens out his hair.
After a few moments he simply stares at his reflection, looking closely he
checks to see if the tell-tale signs are starting to show. So far they are not.
"I checked a few logs quietly and with little else for it, Rellir seemed to just
pop into the holodeck. There is no signs of a transporter being used though.
So, either that has been covered too, very well I might add, or gotten around.
Both are just as likely. Leaving me back to the other issues. She was in there
and left early...She knows more...She's up to something. Question is, what?
Better question, almost worse, 'Does she even know?' Ya that one is worse."
Stepping away form the mirror Quint picks up his duty belt and straps it on,
the disruptor occupying the holster. He looks over at the shelf, staring for a
moment at the two glass cases there.
"Anyway I look at it, I'm probably not going to be sleeping much anytime soon.
As I said, the box is open again...Every time I drift off, I'm there again. I see it,
hear it, smell it, even feel it. *Unconsciously he rubs his left shoulder* Some
times, its not even the same. I don't know what scares me more, the fact I recall
it so well when I sleep or how clearly I know one isn't the same. Yet I dream that
the most."
Quint stands there a moment, then after another look in the mirror he stands up
strait and heads for the door.
"To much to do today, can't dwell on past hells. Eventually it will go back to normal.
Then I can focus on this little puzzle. Till then, its back to work. Computer,
end recording."
Quint enters his quarters, instantly removing his uniform outer shirt and
tossing it unceremoniously on his desk. He stands there a moment his
left hand pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Computer, open personal logs an mark new recording. *The computer
beeps twice in response* Well, tonight could have gone better. Lack of
sleep is showing. I know better than to dig when my head is cloudy like
this, but the opportunity was there. I can honestly say I am positive now
she knows more than she lets on. Even told her as much. That was a
mistake, and I dam well know better."
Quint un-holsters his side arm tossing it on the desk with a clatter as well.
"Nothing for it now. She said we will speak again, that'll be a interesting
talk. I pretty well pissed her off. Not outburst angry. That cold calculating
anger. I definitely need to find a way to get some rest before tangling with
her again. The usual remedies aren't working. Miss Sedai offered to have
me set up a session with her. Can't say I am entirely comfortable with that
option. Of course at this rate it wont be an option, it'll end up an order."
Quint steps over to a cabinet and pulls out a small wooden box, obviously
hand made and old. He opens it and moves some of the items inside till
he finds one he is looking for. A photograph of two men and a woman,
dressed for a wedding. Quints eye moisten some as he looks at it.
Standing he walks to the shelf on the wall and places it next to the glass
encased badges.
" I owe them to make it past this. I have to settle this before it completely
consumes me too. *Lets out a long breath* I'll...I'll talk to Sedai next time I
happen to see her. Not sure what good it'll do, but....Like I said, I am out of
options and time. To much is happening to not be on my game."
Quint walks over to the bed and crawls on top of the covers and lays there
looking at the ceiling.
"Computer, set alarm for zero-five-hundred. Not that i think I'll need it. End
recording and lights out"
The computer beeps in response to the commands, the room goes dark and
another night of fitful sleep ensues.
Quint sits bolt upright on his bed with a gasp, sweat formed on his head and
face. His hair is drenched, breath quick, and his heart rate elevated
dangerously. His head whips around almost frantically for a moment. Finally
he calms. Forcing his breathing to a normal level, and his heart rate back
down he tosses the blanket off, its soaked through.
Lights! *A soft glow fills the room* Computer, personal log supplemental. *The
computer beeps* Well, my visit with Miss Sedai didn't go as bad as I feared.
However, stirring all that up hasn't helped my sleep much. Has been a lot
going on, I had hopped I could drown it out that way. Guess not. Its back,
with all the hounds of hell with it.
Quint stands and moves to the dresser by the wall, collecting a towel from the
top. He drys himself as he continues.
Miss Sedai has me slatted for a neural scan, just to be sure I don't have any
physical damage causing this. That's....Almost as scary. What if there is an
issue? What happens to me then? Suppose it wont matter much. If it means
an end to this....I 'might' be alright with being stood down. Might. On a side
note, given the bomb I dropped in her lap the other night. She seemed all
business as usual. Although i don't think she was entirely expecting any of this
when she agreed.
Quint wads the towel up and tosses it to the top of the dresser. He walks slowly
to the windows, resting his head against it. The cool feel almost soothing.
Guess I'm up now. I'll see how things are coming with the arrangements with
the Benthan Guard. That should require enough of my attention to settle things
for a while. End recording.
Quint sits at his desk, feet up, leaned back in the seat, staring at the ceiling.
Violin music plays in the back. An untouched glass of alcohol sitting on the
side of the desk. A very old dusty bottle setting next to it.
Computer, open logs. New entry. *The computer beeps* Been an interesting
couple of days. All blurred together. t'Veras found me before I could manage
anything resembling sleep. So much for being ready for that. Perfectly willing
to roll on as if none of before had happened. I have this feeling she still doesn't
get human don't like shadow games near as much as Romulans. Ran the "Big
Dig' program. Her point was to show me two couldn't have done well on their own.
Had a pretty good argument the whole of the run. Then again at the bar. Didn't say
three words to each other the next time we ran across each other. Saw an unknown
side of her at the bar at one point. She had given Shan a gift for the holiday. Did
pretty well honestly.
Quint picks the glass up from the table. Resting his hand across his chest, still not
drinking it. Though nearly doing so several times. Finally he lifts the glass up so he
can look at it and still be facing the ceiling.
I keep considering getting drunk and seeing if that will land me some dreamless sleep.
A few hours at a time certainly isn't helping anything. I'd honestly rather deal with a
hang over than tangle with people half groggy. Would be nice to close my eyes and
not be there. Not see Mark, or Hollie, or hear ANY of it!
Quint swings his feet off the desk, coming to rest in a sitting position, his face resting
against his free hand. The hand holding the glass dangling off his knee. Tears
beginning to inch down his face as a shuttering breath escapes.
Its almost less the one than the other any more. I hear it, smell it, feel it. I can hear
Mark calling out to move. I hear the shot. I see faces I don't know, looking down at
me, judging me. I hear Hollie yelling for me to get up. I'm in the room again, seeing
faces of the team over me, calling for Medics. I try to look around, I can move at all.
Then its Mark's grave, I can see Hollie standing there. Alone, crying. I reach out,
just to hug my friend. She just...Vanishes. I see her name on the stone next to Marks.
I'm standing there alone. I hear a child crying, I cant see. I swear I see the woman we
followed down the hall standing nearby. I move towards her and she is gone as well.
Everything is gone. I'm just sitting there. In a white room. Then it all happens again!
Quint sobs for a few moments, the computer's voice breaking the sound after a few
moments 'Do you wish to continue?' Quint doesn't respond and the question comes
again. 'Do you wish to continue?
Quint paces around the station room, not his quarters on Paladin, he stops
to look out the view port and shrugs. As he turns he looks the room over
he heads over to the chair and picks up a PADD.
"Computer, personal log entry. *The double beep of the computer causes
a look on his face but he continues* Well....It happened, restricted to station.
I figured something like this would be the result. Of course Miss Sedai was
entertaining the idea of much more drastic action. She did add she would
go with that option if I stepped outta the lines she drew....I don't doubt her a
bit either."
Quint sets the PADD down and attempts to get comfortable in the chair. Giving
up he heads to the couch.
"Never was one for station life. I have gotten to use to Starships. A station
just doesn't feel right. I may have to see about getting some decent furnishings,
station standard and I don't seem to mix. My own fault I suppose. Been her over
a month and still haven't really stayed on station in the quarters provided. Oh well.
Quint settles in a half laying and sitting position with his feet crossed. He shrugs.
After this long of it I'd figure I'd be used to it. Should of known better. Anyway, the
Lieutenant Sri has helped a couple times with...The dream issues. She says its not
bothering her, but I don't see how you could take the brunt of one persons hell and
not be affected by it in some manner. Although, I'm not telepathic, so who knows she
could be telling me the truth. Maybe I'll ask Miss Sedai when I get a chance. She
could have some free time.
I was called down to Medical today. Although it seemed it could of kept till Thursday
Lieutenant Sri felt it could be done strait away. Turned out to be the basic bit. "Are
you OK with how we are treating you?" all those wonderful questions. I noticed she
kept several files minimized. Makes me wonder what else is being 'Withheld for my own
safety"
Quint stands, a frustrated tone in his voice as he walks over to the desk and picks up
different PADD.
I have placed Commander Flores in charge of Paladin for the time this will take. She's
a fine Officer, and needs the experience calling all the shots for a bit. I'm sure at some
point in the near future she will be in line for a Command of her own. Although this
could catapult her career ahead some, it might be sooner than I realize. She'll be ready
though. I should probably start looking into who all would advance. Dominoes will need
to into place soon.
My sister sent me a holo-program of my old horse, as well as some of the others on the
ranch. Its not as good as being there but I have to give her credit, its a far cry better than
the normal work on horses in a holodeck. Oh, yes Miss Sedai if you are accessing these
files too I am using the program with the safeties engaged.
A grin spreads on Quints face for a brief moment before he sets the PADD down again. He
steps into the sleeping area of the room and eyes the bed, half made. He then decides to
go to the shower first.
Computer, set alarm for zero-six-hundred. I think I'll get another ride in during the morning
hours. Should help chase away any lingering phantoms form tonight's sleep. I can usually
get a few nights 'decent' sleep after one of Lieutenant Sri sessions. Need to find a way to
improve on that some. If not for her sake then mine. I don't like the idea of always having
to have her act a a shield. Computer, end recording.
Quint stands looking out the view port of his station residence. A few new items of furniture dot the room but he has yet to use them. A mat and some low spent candles occupy the center of the room.
Computer, personal log entry. *The computer double beeps* This...This might very well not survive to ever be used again. In less than twelve hours, I decide if the memory I hold in my head is worth seeing, or forgetting. I informed Counselor Sedai and Lieutenant Sri that if I choose to have the memory taken away that I never want to know it was there. That means all these logs and most of the records will be gone. So will so many other things.
Quint paces back to stand and look at the meditation mat in the center of the room.
Looks like its down to this. Lieutenant Sri informed me that despite what she had been telling me, she was not managing very well acting as a shield so I could sleep. Oh she did the task perfectly, but she left out what it did to her. Said it caused her nothing of concern to block out the waves. She lied and I was to cloudy to see it. However she did own up about it, and I've told her she's done doing it. Kid has a noble heart, but if I have to face this hell, I want to do so with a clear conscience, not having more guilt leveled on me by causing her an irreparable injury just so I can hide form a nightmare. She's become a good friend. I know that if...and I mean if..I choose to forget, I'll miss those chats we've had.
I went to Earth, yes Miss Sedai is probably going to make good on her threat in short order and have me locked in Med bay. I had to find some of the team to talk to. See the reports. Nothing differs from what I remember, nothing to account for why this memory was hidden from me. Only extra tidbit I found was that is was a Hostage Rescue operation as well as an attack on a terrorist compound. Not really a surprise. Usually how it happens really.
Quint settles down on the mat, relighting the candles there one at a time. He sits in silence for a few moments looking out the window to the void beyond.
So, the final leg of this part of the journey begins. I have tried to look at it as why I should just forget, no one would notice, the Galaxy has moved on not even noticing the difference. I'd forget, and there would be no more pain. No more nightmares. No more hell.
On the other side, doesn't the truth deserve to be heard? Doesn't Mark and Hollie deserve to have this remembered how it really happened? What ever the truth was, it cost two of my closest friends their lives. Mark on the mission and Hollie....For what ever happened. I can't see how just forgetting is right.
I told Sedai I would think on it. She fears its going to be powerful and dangerous. I hold my word. I'll consider all the sides until I enter her office. Then I'll tell her, and we will move forward, either into hell....or oblivion. I'll go on like it never happened. Is that right? I don't know. We shall see what I decide. Computer, lights off, end recording.
The computer beeps and complies, the room darkens except for the steady glow of candle lights.
Quint is sitting at the desk in his on station quarters, bent over a small device with some tools in hand.
Computer, open personal log and begin recording. *The computers double beep doesn't even earn a look this time as he begins* Well. We have direction now I suppose. Lieutenant Sri and a Commander T'irin have been inside my head. They are planning how to best recover my memories. Lieutenant Sri was, a bit smokey when I asked what she encountered. She did have someone else with her when she went in this time so, I'm not worried she's hiding a health issue again. Just something. Maybe its just because she and the other need to figure out how before saying anything. Here's hoping then.
Been an interesting few nights other wise. That roaming nightmare of a Romulan, not sure what her name actually is, she uses so many. Anyway, a few nights back she apparently decided I needed a bath, 'Tripped' and dumped her glass on me while I was with Lieutenant Sri. Found out my temper isn't as in check these days as it probably should be. Was ready to kick her, course Sri had an 'accident' that landed some hot tea on the little rodents face. Was worth it. Of course the following night, the Romulan decides to up the anti and dumps a low grade acid on my shirt. I seriously entertained the idea of strangling her in front of the entire room. Well. Maybe. No sense in letting her be happy she caused an incident that gets Commands from both Starfleet and the Romulan Republic all stirred up. I dropped it for t'Veras to handle. Wont be because it was me, it'll be because of the possible ramifications, but itll still get dealt with. In some manner at least.
Quint closes the housing of the gizmo he is working on. He taps a few keys on it and sparks fly. He frowns, pulls the housing off and shakes his head as bits of slag fall out.
Well, so much for that. My spare time is mostly spent working on little things here and there. Managed to make a few nice gifts for some people around here. Not all have worked so well. *Laughs softly* This little thing would have been a good light duty shield for Lieutenant Sri to have around snow and cold weather. Its not working so well. Guess I'll give her something different for helping me with this mess. Over heard that Miss t'Veras got herself a Command, a small war bird. Should be good at it. I went and made her a little compass. Took an old one from Earth and modified it a bit, the way she is it needed some practicality. I'm sure it has since been torn apart and searched as if it held a listening device. I left a message inside that should grind her pride a bit.
He scoops the bits of slag up and the housing, taking them to the replicator to be recycled. A quick flash of light then nothing remains of the failed project.
Life moves on I suppose. Hopefully soon Sri will be able to show me what was hidden. That in itself seems to have...diminished the nightmares. Although only a bit. Soon though. I can go back to being me. Not stuck here.
Quint stands looking out the view port of his quarters. A fine view of the ships moving about the exterior of the station, even at a late hour, can be seem. The sounds of the shower in the next room can be heard. He stands there with a cup of tea in his hands, mostly ignoring it.
Personal log,
Its been a couple days since....Lieutenant Sri, told me what the memories are about....*Takes a deep raged breath* I never thought it'd be worse than not knowing. She wanted me to listen as if I were reviewing a scenario form a decade ago. To explain to her how each part of it would be dealt with. I managed to at first, though it didn't take long for it to turn......Rough. As she kept attempting to keep it distanced, she got to what I assume is the basis for this whole nightmare to have started to begin with. I've never been more afraid to close my eyes in my life. Even with out the memories....With out truly remembering it...I can imagine....Imagine the look on his face.
Sri's 'scenario' included a hostage, who had gotten a hand on a weapon. Just before the SWAT team arrived to effect rescue. Turns out, this same hostage....As one would expect any reasonable person to do....Hid in a room with the weapon pointed at the door. He picked a room my partner and I were to clear. When we entered......He fired....I was lead....Not Mark...Not my friend. Me. I should have seen him. it was in my zone. I didn't. The shot......went through me.....Into Mark as he passed behind me.....I....Fired as I went down.
Quint lets out an unsteady breath. Tears again streaking down his face as they did when Lieutenant Sri walked him through the incident. He sets the cup down on his desk, his hands on his sides after a few moments he finds his voice and continues. It is unsteady and horse, full of shame, fear and failure.
I killed him.....I killed the one we went to save....Worse.....He was only a child!
Quint leans against the desk for support, his legs unsteady. He drops to a sitting position with his back against the desk. There he remains, until the computer automatic shut off occurs.
Quint is gathering up the few personal items he actually kept on station, a small set of PADDs, some old books, and a few tools. He places them in a duffel bag with a few personal cloths and zips it shut.
Computer, Personal log. *The Computer double beeps in response* Well, I am finally clear to be back on Duty. I can say for a fact I'm more than pleased about that, I miss the feel of my ship. A starbase always has a grounded feel to it, hard to get used to after so long. Anyway my first order of business is going to be informing Commander Flores that she has my support for her new posting. *Laughs* As with most promotions on a Starship it'll involve a certain amount of tradition...And antics. I will have to think up something especially interesting for her. We've served together since after the Academy, it'll be a mix of sadness and pride seeing her go, so I want it to be memorable.
This also leaves me with a need for a new Officer, I'm sure Starfleet will have a good list of candidates. I did mention it to Lieutenant Sri and she seemed very eager. So maybe with a bit of luck she'll put her request in as well. Science operations is not a strong suit on Paladin, she just wasn't built with that in mind, but with a good Officer there it could help alleviate the gap between us and other ships serving in the Delta Quadrant. Could be my way of settling up after all the help she has given through this mess. Only time will tell I guess, her Commanding Officer on the Tyee would be crazy to let her go on a whim.
I'll also have to select a new First Officer, Shamat is about my best choice at the moment I feel. Keeps the promotion in house some. That'll mean I'll have to collect a new Medical Officer, he cant be in both places. Goret'lan being a Jem'Hadar is perfectly happy where he is at Tactical. I suppose I'll see where things go. Starfleet Command will likely have a list off willing Officers as well. So much to do when I get home. I guess, its only fair. This forced vacation is at its end.
Quint steps over to the desk, a small stack of PADDS arranged on its top. He sits and picks one up.
In the mean time, there are a lot of reports I wasn't able to view while on stand down. So, I have plenty to do till then. Computer, end recording.
Quint stands looking out the view window in his quarters on the Paladin.
Personnel log, Stardate 92667.41,
It's good to be back aboard. I've certainly missed the feel of being on a Starship. It has been bitter sweet to be sure, Commander Flores has been promoted to her own Command, and I have a new First Officer. A Trill named, Darzen. He seems the capable sort to be sure and I hope he finds warm welcome among the crew. Commander Flores will likely remember her departure from the ship for a very long time. *Laughs* Between the transporter wake up call into the holodeck and the silly string salute she got from the entire crew on her departure. Honestly, I thought Shamat was going a bit far with his stunt..but then I remember what she did to him when he was promoted..Yikes.
Shamat had programed the holodeck to be a reasonable depiction of the bridge...Putting her in the turbo lift, with out her clothing. He said it was similar to the human fear of taking a test nude. I would have loved to see the look on her face, but I did ask Shamat to disable the recording system for his stunt. He did leave her a large sheet to cover up with so she could go back to her quarters in some form of decency. She made sure to stop at the bridge and give him a good tormenting first though.
Seems all I have gotten done lately is tell friends goodbye.
He turns away from the window and walks to his desk. Picking up the disruptor pistol he constantly works on.
Eh, can't stay melancholy for long thought. We are back in Delta, already being assigned to some patrol routes. Nothing like getting the iron right back into the fire. Already have some potentially interesting areas to secure and it doesn't seem that Delta Command is going to saddle me on supply convey escorts. Time to see how well things have settled now. Getting back into the swing of things will be a good test of Lieutenant Sri's work and Miss Sedai's judgment. I have faith it'll all go well.
Quint is working on some small items on his desk, mostly metal and a couple pieces of polished tan wood.
Computer, open personal logs and add new entry, *The computer beeps its toned reply, Quint still cant help but smile* Its been two weeks since being put back out into Delta. Things have been interesting to be sure. Paladin has been assigned a sizable patrol area, a couple exciting little assignments, and received a slight refit. All in all things are going full bore out here again. It honestly does amaze me however, how this quadrant hasn't imploded in all these years. The races here fight more than the Federation, Klingons, and Romulan do put together.
Quint holds up a cylindrical tube about six inches in length and peers through it. He then takes a cloth on a dowel and runs it through the inside a few times then looks again. Satisfied he sets it to the side.
Point in fact, the Octanti and the Cooperative seem pretty set on blowing one another apart anytime they cross paths. The Octanti due to the horrors the Borg visited upon them, and the Cooperative because they see no reason to back down and defend themselves, even when withdrawing silently would save lives. I can't personally blame either side for their stances exactly, though I cant condone it either. The Octanti see only the Borg, even most of us who work with them have to remind ourselves they aren't. The Cooperative, don't want to seem easy prey for anyone with a grudge against the Borg. Its a deadly cycle. I hope Captain Lahn and I made a good step the day we stopped the Octanti attack on a Cooperative cube. No shots fired, only words and threats, but eventually the Octanti left the cube be, and even took some liberated Octanti home.
Quint has picked up another larger cylinder this one shorter but far larger around with several tubes running through it. He swipes the cloth and dowel through each one then sits it beside the first.
Had a run in recently with the Benthan Guard while they were arresting a smuggler. In the middle of the whole thing the Hazari turned up, demanding the cargo. The Benthans even with all the bad blood recently demanded we power weapons and fire. Eventually we didn't have a choice, the Hazari wanted that cargo more than they feared a fight. It was over quick. Even got to see an old T'Liss class Warbird do its thing. I honestly didn't think those things flew anymore. Guess so. The Romulan representative in the patrol was commanding her, I have to admit, that's one sneaky bird.
He then picks up a frame and sets the larges cylinder inside of a square section of it, setting a rod in place to hold it. He lines one of the several tubes inside of it up with the top and then attaches the long narrow tube to the front.
When I came back to Deep Space Thirteen, I spoke with the stations new Commanding Officer, Captain Perim. She asked me about Delta and the events recently, then asked me if I would give her a short briefing between actions, so she could stay up to speed better on what was going on. I agreed to it, after all she has to deal with all the fall out as ships return. After that we chatted just about how she liked her new posting. She seems a bit overwhelmed and out of her element, but I think she'll end up doing alright. She also mentioned how that Romulan, Kirina is now assigned to the Task Force, on station, in Borg Counter measures. Can't say that's a pleasing thought.
After the two cylinders are in place in the housing, he attaches the wooden parts to the frame as well, making a grip. He twirls it a few times in his hand, bringing it up, arm extended and eye level.
Well, time will tell what new antics will come about I suppose. Till then, I think I'm going to take this thing to the hollo-deck and check that new novel about the American wild west. Some town called Coffeville. Should be interesting. Computer, end recording.
The computer beeps in reply as Quint exits his office.
Quint paces his office, a glass in his hands with dark liquid, his Class A uniform hung up to be cleaned.
Personal log...Been an interesting couple of days. I'm not even sure where to begin. Captain Perim asked me to sit as a Judge on Kirina's hearing. I was surprised honestly, More so that it was not objected to. However, it went well enough....Till after, but I'm getting ahead of myself. She was being charged by the Klingons for theft. Easy enough, but given the rest of the details they wanted her head. She knew it. Was in a weird way satisfying to see that understanding in her eyes during the hearing. She knew how close the axe was, and I think finally got the hint her games weren't as funny as she thought they were. Hard way to get it though.
Quint steps to his desk and pours a bit more into his glass from a dusty bottle. A short drink and he carries on.
We elected to send her back to New Romulus, ban her from Federation space for six months, and gave the Klingons back their ship....Should have known that was to easy. Shortly after I had a chat with t'Veras in the lounge...Tense as ever. We got into a pretty good argument about the way Feds treated her people...And then she took it back....admittedly after I about bit her head off. It was that kind of chat. She told me her reasons for being upset was more that her family was limited, she looked at Kirina as a sister...wanted her to get help...How good Deep Space 13 would be for that. That there was something good about it. She seemed I dunno...Altruistic. I was surprised. We got on the subject of hope and from there it went well. Till she went to leave.
Quint finishes his drink then walks over to the window to look out. The station is near, taking most of the view.
As she was leaving she got a message on her com...Couldn't help but to listen in since she told me she was going to see about getting Kirina someone to stay with. I kinda hopped it was gonna work out well. Turns out she was getting told the ship carrying Kirina was destroyed on the Federation border. Since her ship was still in for repair I took her out on Paladin, we went to see what we could do. Wasnt much. Other than bear silent witness. Kirina and her Federation escorts were gone. No escape pods missing. Plenty of remains. I hope to hear back that they are identified and returned to their homes.
She took it pretty hard, as I figured she would...She was back to her old angry self, seeing under comments in anything said to her. I noticed a lot of the Romulans on station wearing their grief paint or however its refereed to. Cant help but be a bit worried about that..Last time I saw it, i watched a group of Romulan parents go hunting the Tal "Shiar in the mountains near the city. I will never get the images out of my head.
Quint walks slowly back to his desk. He picks up his side arm, fiddling with the settings a bit as usual.
Today we went out on an escort. Eight ships. Eight. Ran into pirates, it wasn't much of a fire fight. barely any damage sustained at all. Despite the fact they pulled us form warp. Guess they weren't expecting so many. Seems off. These guys have had great intel lately. Even massive fire power. I saw neither today. Are they just culling their ranks? Testing their intel? Worse are they just playing a game with us? We recovered one, he was interrogated on Starbase 381. Since it was their items they tried to get.
Once that was complete, there was the matter of attending a formal gathering at a Federation Expeditionary force Starbase. Wasn't a bad get together, just another class A event. Joys of the post I suppose. I shouldn't complain. I enjoyed myself.
Quint walks to the bed and looks at it.
Just to wrap it all up. As I was unwinding once we got back...A fire fight drops in on our door step at the station. Some mercs having a disagreement over their pay checks. Paladin was sent out with two others to settle it. One ship destroyed, one damaged. Birds of Prey too. Even better. Klinks will blow a gasket. Oh well. I think I will see what tomorrow brings. Computer set staff meeting for 1300 hours and alarm for 0530 hours. End recording.
Quint is at his desk a stack of PADDs and data clips arranged as he pours over them. One after another is accessed, glanced over and stacked with a different set of PADDs or data clips. Finally he leans back and stretches some, a popping sounds coming from his shoulders.
Computer, open personnel logs, mark new entry. *The computer beeps as Quint stands and walks to the window* Well, what a few weeks. Between friends and enemies I dont know whose gonna give me gray hairs first. All this business with Captain Lahn's...Accident...Has had me running all over the Quadrant looking for clues. Most of them have been dead ends, a few show promise, just have to get the context I need. Convincing her is probably going to be the hardest part, she isn't thrilled with the idea of violating her arrangements for her joining, not that I blame her, Trill put a great deal of stock in that.
Quint taps a few keys on the replicator and soon a warm cup of tea arrives with a flash.
Then there is this business with t'Veras. Good grief, even for a Romulan she can be aggravating. We went on an away mission together, her operation to explore some old ruins. Before that though, for some reason I thought it'd be good to clear the air, she's been so...Hurt, since the incident with Kirina. We had a semi heated argument then called it as good as we could, scared poor Swifty though. He stayed on the far side of the bar till we left, when we came back I think we made it worse, we emptied a bottle of Kali'fai together. She was to leave on vacation. I still don't think she knows the meaning of the word. I asked her to at least look before she leaps. She said she would, three days turned into six. She looks like hell, half starved, and bruised. We started to talk about it, she told me to stop being so parental, that she was older than me anyway. Said I was being a worried friend, and then she goes "Are we friends?" *There is a clear note of aggravation in his voice, but he calms some and lets out a long breath* Soon after she stormed off, I am convinced she was more than a little drunk. Oh well, I'm sure I'll get thrashed for asking eventually.
Quint sips his tea as he paces back and looks at the PADDs on his desk, a shake of the head and he sits back down. Looking from stack to stack not really knowing where to go next with them.
Then of course, there has been Delta. The Vaaduwar had launched a pair of attacks on Alliance ships, had them pinned. Paladin along side of other ships launched a counter strike. I lead the second squadron, Four ships, supported by a Romulan Scimitar class. We cleared the Vaaduwar out fast enough, with limited damage to the Alliance ships, however, the boarded the Romulan ship. I ordered an away team from our strike team to beam over and support the Romulans. What we found was hell. A Vaaduwar strike team was a fight in itself, but...One was...Different. I cant go into details in log since its still Level 10 Classified but...I think this war in Delta is going to take a turn for the worse very soon.
I have advised Captain Perim, and read her in on some of what is going on. I feel she should be made aware in case things get ugly. After all, Task Force Argo ships may not come home. Or will in bad shape. She has to make the needed arrangements.
On a positive note, the crew has done well in our last few missions. I am pleased. Computer, set staff meeting for fourteen-hundred hours, and end recording.
Quint has a bag packed sitting on his bed, he stands looking out the window at the Starbase.
Personal log,
Well, we survived this last war more or less intact, by the grace of what ever Gods my crew has faith in and some good Engineers. The attack on the Vaaduwar home-world went as well as anyone could hope, but losses were high. So much death, to buy peace. Only to have a new threat literally drop out of no-where. When we got home Starfleet Command had already seen to it replacement personnel were waiting. I have a new XO and fifteen new crew members. All of which seemed perfectly happy coming aboard, I hope they are ready as they think they are.
Quint steps away form the window and walks to his desk picking up a PADD
With the new threat I decided it would be best to put Paladin on stand down for a little bit, send the crew home to see families. They need to see it was worth it, and remember who they fight for when the next battle comes. Although I made it clear everyone was to go a few stayed around since the closest thing some have to family is each other or living on Deep Space Thirteen. Turns out its for the best, we got tagged for an escort detail in a few days. I can put together a minimal crew, so long as we don't get assigned to do anything long term we will be combat effective.
I've already told my sister I'd be a couple days late getting home, so my trip will be cut short. She understood and even said she half expected it so she'd take the three days I did manage. *Laughs* She was the understanding one, Mom and Dad still don't know I'm coming so they wont have any burnt feelings. Not that it matters to much, they have enough anyway. My brother has said he'd catch me the next trip, he is currently putting together a team to go research the newly appeared Sphere to help Starfleet gather information and formulate strategies. I hope he is bored honestly, I don't want him near the dam thing. Scientists...Seesh.
Oh as a reminder, I need to get a new PADD, apparently mine is fried, my reminder for the awards ceremony failed to go off. So not only did I miss it, but I managed to get ambushed in a hallway to be given a medal, by our new Admiral no less! Hows that for a first impression?....Yes I apparently have been awarded the "Christopher Pike Medal of Valor." *There is a long pause* I'm still wrapping my head around that.
Anyway, one short escort mission then its off to home for a shirt bit at least. First chance I get I'm going for a ride...On MY horse...not that holo sis keeps updating. *Laughs* Even if everything else goes sideways, that will make it all worth it. Computer, post the assembled shift for the escort and send the file to all those listed. End Recording.
Quint is setting at his desk adjusting a few settings on the log entry. A large amount of data had been lost accounting the last few weeks since the end of the Delta conflict.
Computer, open personal logs and mark new entry. *The computer beeps in response, the synthetic voice adding "Recording ready"
Well, where to begin. Since the start of this war and the first bit of damage we took my logs have been...Lost. I'm not surprised really, we took several bad hits in the fire fights we were in. I'm just glad we were around after to record them. In either case this will be able to be stacked against the ships records and dates to account for the lost data.
Currently I have just returned form a short trip to Risa, since the lull in the Iconian attacks and the near exasperation I've had in dealing with this 'Lightning Strike" project I figured getting off station for a bit was a prudent choice. Since most of the logs dealing with all I have just said are gone...I'll give the short accounting.
The Iconians have returned, with their servants, waging war on the galaxy. During the course of this they have attacked many wolds and come and go as they please to launch offensives. Paladin was present for the defense of the Klingon home world Q'ono'S and even after suffering tremendous losses we managed to blunt the attack, the Klingons still have their home-world thanks in no small part to the '38th Fleet and their own troops.
Paladin and several other ships from the 38th were heavily damaged, highlighting just how out gunned we are. Victory has come at high cost, but its come. We even managed a counter strike some time later that blunted the attacks, by disabling part of the gateway network they use. The battle went much better but was still hard fought. In the course of this the Admiral has asked for any thoughts on adjustments to tactics and the like.
I opened my mouth and had been tasked with assembling and testing a Lighting Strike Squadron. Should have been easy right? Ha! Now I know why I stayed out of Fleet Operations. I pulled together about fifteen ships to build this force. Mixed of Romulan and Federation ships, this should have went a long way to showing how well we have managed to work together. Point of fact it did, at first. Milestone of milestones t'Verras and the other present Romulans actually sat at the table! Never thought I'd see the day....It should have been a warning.
Seems this Commander...Galan and t'Verras had a few issues playing nice with each other. That spilled over to the Federation side of the table, since he was going at someone those officers had served with. On top of that he drew a line in not allowing Federation engineering teams on his ship....Things spiraled out form there. Eventually we got as far as a rough operational course. Then it was back to the fray.
Since then I haven't had a lot of time to get everyone back at the table. Not that I'm in a rush to, but it has to be done at some point. I've sent out for the equipment I needed for a few of the ships and have even spent time going over an 'Orders of Operation" plan that I hope will keep the next sit down on track. Here's to hoping. I also got in touch with a friend in the Republic, so come next time I think I have a way to at least ease Commander Galan's....Distrust, of Federation aid. Guess time will tell.
Computer...Set staff meeting for thirteen hundred, send a copy of the new crew rotation to the XO....End recording.
Quint sits at his desk, the housing of his disruptor going back in place with a 'click' The sound magnified in the silence of the room. Eventually his voice breaks it.
Computer, open personal logs, new entry and record. *The Computer beeps, "Recording ready"* Well, hard to get used to silence on a star-ship, yet here it is. Almost a tomb now. The 'refugees' dont talk much. I dont blame them, I doubt they are even used to the idea as of yet. Most of my crew are off ship on the station, mainly for security reasons.
Shamat tells me that, they all seem to be adjusting well enough. Medically speaking that is. Mentally, they have been through a lot and honestly are probably going to be suspicious of anyone for a good long while. He also says that their immune systems are going to be a bit weak for awhile. Shamat also has been studying the nanite purge device Lahn used on herself, I have to say I'd rather be put out of my misery than have to use one of those. It worked though.
Quint stands and walks to the window, a debris field taking up most of the view.
Lahn was transferred to another ship after her little incident. She is probably on the run to Delta now, trying to finish this mess that started so long ago. I hope she does, and that its all been worth it. Guess we shall see, or not. She'll probably turn back up like nothing ever happened. What a pain.
I still wonder whose gonna kill me first. An enemy or stress from dealing with my friends. *Quint laughs, it echos eerily the empty room and even he seems to notice how wrong it felt* Not that I'm in a rush to find out.
Also just heard that young mister Arkwright has gone missing while I was away. Perim say's they have a few leads and are setting up to recover him. Since Paladin is on stand down I offered my help if she needs it. Not that I don't have faith in her, just, a need to even the scale.
Computer, lights out. Que up, selection three audio, *A single violin starts to play in the background* There, maybe now I'll stay asleep. End Recording.
Quint stands at the window of his quarters looking out at the star field. A glass of some dark liquid in his hand, ignored for the most part.
"Computer, Personal Log. " The Computer replies with its customary beep and voice "Well....Fun time to be had, for sure. Spent the other morning with Aurelia in the holo deck going over some basic CQC. She picked up on it pretty quick and I'd dare say she might...Just might...Be starting to respect humans. *Quiet laugh* One can dream I suppose. After the work out we spent the rest of the morning having a brunch and talking about...Life. Things going on in both of our lives and where we look to be, how to get there, hell even the idea of what judgment would be like. I can say I've never had a more....Interesting friend. Hell, even managed to win an argument with her about her own people. Not that she'd admit it I'm sure, but it was interesting to see her have to rethink a few things. Like her own people....She growing into something new. Should be interesting to see what that is to be.
After that it was off to work and patrols of course. Later Captain Perim brought her new ship by, and took some of the 'refugees' off my hands. She got a good heart I'll give her that. Seeing them in the state they were was a shock. She hitched a ride home to Deep Space Thirteen with us since the White Hawk was going farther out. Wasn't a bad trip till the past called. *Quint takes a long drink form his glass. A grimace appears on his face for a moment before he continues.* My old Operational Supervisor, decided to check in. He wasn't to pleased by the sounds of things and I'm willing to bet he doesn't believe my report.
After the chat with him I thought Perim was going to strangle the next person she saw. Thankfully she didn't. *Quint lets out a long breath and stay silent a time before continuing.* Later Perim wanted to go see the Admiral who used to over sea my old Operations team. Wasn't a bad trip, had some laughs along the way and the way home. He was helpful apparently. I was impressed. Of course the way home went sideways. Had a good time talking when our warp field collapses. We almost bought it. I yelled for her to get suited for a breach and whats she do? Starts putting a suit for me together FIRST. Hard headed.......Grrrr.
Anyway...We had to ditch. Floated in space for a bit till a rescue ship got there. Aurelia of all people. Shes gonna make me pay for that one. I'm sure. Might as well the the bottle now! Perim and I were bounced around some. Shamat was worried about my older injuries so I had to be on light duty for a day or so while he prodded me. Went to check on Perim and she's in good shape. Had a Nurse pinning over her head and some other things.
Quint sits the now empty glass on the counter near his bed. His sidearm in its usual spot, easy reach.
I suppose. Life will shift as it needs to. For now, I have a duty to fulfill and I intend to do just that. Computer, post the crew assignments for next week. Set Officer meeting for fifteen hundred hours and post to all message boards. End recording.