Spoiler: As Promised...Show
Kermit is laying on his bed in the dark. He'd definitely been sleeping not too long ago, but he's still wearing what appears to be the previous day's uniform. The tunic is half unzipped, and he's only wearing one shoe, but otherwise he's fully dressed.
Computer, lights. LOW!
...such a headache. I swore I'd never record these things again. But. A deal is a deal. Personal Log. James Kermit. Stardate.. *muffled noises* ..the hell is it... Yeah. Stardate 90707.9.
This is my first entry since... It's been almost five years.
I've been stationed here on DS13 for just about four months now. Can't have been onboard the Nautilus for more than five minutes before the transfer order came through. I, uh, I guess I was a little disappointed at first. Can't exactly pilot a starbase, after all. But in the end, I think this was actually a step up for me. Working in Operations is...well, it's essentially a promotion. Not so much in rank as in responsibility. Instead of having my one duty station, my one task to perform, I spend most of my time coordinating everybody else's work. Oh. And making docking schedules. I hate docking schedules.
A muffled sigh as he rubs his face.
Four months. Doesn't sound like a long time, does it? But it sure feels that way. This place... it really grows on you. I can't even imagine myself being posted anywhere else anymore. The people here... The people have been amazing. If you'd asked me a few months ago? Never. Not in million years would I have believed how things turned out. My best friend is a Romulan, for God's sake.
Then there's Katriel. Other than the people in Ops, I probably see her most. Heh. Truth is, she's the first one I met when I came aboard. After that, at some point I pretty much unilaterally decided that we were friends and proceeded to co-opt her late-night 'reading and tea-drinking' time. She'll probably...I don't know, melt my brain or something one day. Either that, or MACO-Matt will show up and shoot me. Eh. Whatever.
Some movement-related noise can be heard as Kermit makes his way to the edge of the bed and sits up.
Oh, and I stole a shuttle again. Old habits, right? Long story. Don't ask. Everything's fine.
Computer. Pause recording. Save to file, titled: 'As Promised,' and encrypt.
Transmit using next available frequency to Starfleet Medical, Earth.
Resume recording.
Anyway. These logs are supposed to be about current events, right? Enough history.
I gave Rellir the contact information and instructions. This 'Doctor Senva' better not turn out to be a quack.
Apparently McCarthy bought out Ackbar's. Honestly, I didn't think he had that much money. He must be more successful than I thought.
A Ensign from a passing ship came aboard last night and ran into a group of us at the bar. Turned out she was one of Lt. Althea's friends from back at the Academy. Friendly enough. An Engineer, I think. Couldn't have been more than a year ahead of me. I found guest quarters for her at the end of the night. What was her name? ...can't remember her name. It'll come to me later.
On that note. I really need to stop drinking things that Aurelia puts in front of me. Yeah. I know. I'm an idiot.
Kermit is up off the bed now. From the sound of it, he's clumsily rummaging around searching for something. Probably his missing shoe.
I'm still worried about Nethali. I have no idea why I'm worried. I have no reason to be worried. It's none of my business. I wish I could help. I don't wanna talk about this anymore.
Met an interesting...person later last night. I was sitting at the table talking with Katriel. We were getting ready to head out for the night when he came in. We talked for a while. Well. That's not really true. They talked. I listened. They ended up talking about Quaen. I've never seen Katriel like that before. I couldn't even...I didn't have anything to say.
I think I'm gonna do some digging later. That's about it. I'm done with this.
Computer. End Recording.
Computer, lights. LOW!
...such a headache. I swore I'd never record these things again. But. A deal is a deal. Personal Log. James Kermit. Stardate.. *muffled noises* ..the hell is it... Yeah. Stardate 90707.9.
This is my first entry since... It's been almost five years.
I've been stationed here on DS13 for just about four months now. Can't have been onboard the Nautilus for more than five minutes before the transfer order came through. I, uh, I guess I was a little disappointed at first. Can't exactly pilot a starbase, after all. But in the end, I think this was actually a step up for me. Working in Operations is...well, it's essentially a promotion. Not so much in rank as in responsibility. Instead of having my one duty station, my one task to perform, I spend most of my time coordinating everybody else's work. Oh. And making docking schedules. I hate docking schedules.
A muffled sigh as he rubs his face.
Four months. Doesn't sound like a long time, does it? But it sure feels that way. This place... it really grows on you. I can't even imagine myself being posted anywhere else anymore. The people here... The people have been amazing. If you'd asked me a few months ago? Never. Not in million years would I have believed how things turned out. My best friend is a Romulan, for God's sake.
Then there's Katriel. Other than the people in Ops, I probably see her most. Heh. Truth is, she's the first one I met when I came aboard. After that, at some point I pretty much unilaterally decided that we were friends and proceeded to co-opt her late-night 'reading and tea-drinking' time. She'll probably...I don't know, melt my brain or something one day. Either that, or MACO-Matt will show up and shoot me. Eh. Whatever.
Some movement-related noise can be heard as Kermit makes his way to the edge of the bed and sits up.
Oh, and I stole a shuttle again. Old habits, right? Long story. Don't ask. Everything's fine.
Computer. Pause recording. Save to file, titled: 'As Promised,' and encrypt.
Transmit using next available frequency to Starfleet Medical, Earth.
Resume recording.
Anyway. These logs are supposed to be about current events, right? Enough history.
I gave Rellir the contact information and instructions. This 'Doctor Senva' better not turn out to be a quack.
Apparently McCarthy bought out Ackbar's. Honestly, I didn't think he had that much money. He must be more successful than I thought.
A Ensign from a passing ship came aboard last night and ran into a group of us at the bar. Turned out she was one of Lt. Althea's friends from back at the Academy. Friendly enough. An Engineer, I think. Couldn't have been more than a year ahead of me. I found guest quarters for her at the end of the night. What was her name? ...can't remember her name. It'll come to me later.
On that note. I really need to stop drinking things that Aurelia puts in front of me. Yeah. I know. I'm an idiot.
Kermit is up off the bed now. From the sound of it, he's clumsily rummaging around searching for something. Probably his missing shoe.
I'm still worried about Nethali. I have no idea why I'm worried. I have no reason to be worried. It's none of my business. I wish I could help. I don't wanna talk about this anymore.
Met an interesting...person later last night. I was sitting at the table talking with Katriel. We were getting ready to head out for the night when he came in. We talked for a while. Well. That's not really true. They talked. I listened. They ended up talking about Quaen. I've never seen Katriel like that before. I couldn't even...I didn't have anything to say.
I think I'm gonna do some digging later. That's about it. I'm done with this.
Computer. End Recording.