Personal Log
Weldon Edwards Jr.
// STARDATE 102161.4 //
A faint thud followed by the sound of something hitting padded leather can be heard on the audio recording, followed by another, and then another. The rhythmic pattern continues on for a few moments before a voice finally joins the mix.
“Tomorrow is going to be a big day. Walker and I will both be on loan to the Hornet for temporary assignment to assist with a humanitarian aid mission.”
Thud.
“Who knows, it may end up being permanent if I’m able to impress Captain Vel. I’ve done a little reading up on her and she’s certainly had an impressive career with Starfleet. There won’t be any time for introductions given the timetable I was given so I’ll need to make sure I don’t muck things up. I’m set for a rotation on the bridge handling comms so I should probably keep my head down and just do my best not to screw anything up.”
Thud.
“No idea where Walker is at the moment, probably on the holodeck running tactical drills in preparation for tomorrow. I doubt anything will happen on a simple humanitarian mission, but I suppose it pays to be prepared for the worst.”
Thud.
“I had a nice evening with Cadet Willow and Ensign Felenn tonight. Ice cream and learning a new sign language. Or parts of it anyway. An odd combination to most probably. I certainly had a good time and it seemed like they did to do so I’ll probably reach out to them again about making it a regular thing. The ice cream I mean, not sure everyone else is as thrilled about studying languages as I am.”
Thud.
“Willow and I also chatted for awhile afterwards. Seems she’s been struggling to pick a direction for her studies, but I’m sure she’ll figure it out in due time. I tried to provide some insight but, I must say, I don’t think career or life counseling is my strongest skill set.”
Thud.
“Maybe when I return from Hornet I’ll have some new insight to share with her.”
Thud.
“Then again, probably not.”
A final thud, followed by an exasperated groan one might make after rising from an uncomfortable position they’ve found themselves in for far too long, marks the end of the repeating rhythm.
“Computer, end log. Send a copy of log entry to Delphine Edwards, linguistics department, University of Alpha Centauri.”
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