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with_discipline) wrote2011-03-16 01:31 pm
with_discipline) wrote2011-03-16 01:31 pm
083 | [Video]
Once, during Enterprise's mission, we encountered a class IV black hole, in a trinary star system. We spent some time exploring it; we did not realize that it gave off a particular kind of radiation. Within two days the rest of the crew began to behave uncharacteristically. [Pointed. Freaking. Look.]
I've been spending some time in the lab, scanning for any possible radiation from spacial anomalies, but I've found nothing thus far. Neither have I found any air contaminants. As we have no actual hierarchy on this ship, [AND SHE DOES NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL] there is little else I can do at this point, save propose that this be treated as a medical emergency. Something is clearly wrong aboard this vessel, and finding its cause before we are surprised with a port where there is a greater risk of uncontrollable 'infection,' should be a necessity.
[Private]
Personal log, March 16th.
My inmate, the Borg Queen, left the Barge. It was not, as I had hoped she would, by virtue of graduation. She is the third inmate I have had whose presence aboard this ship has simply ceased. I am beginning to wonder if I will ever see the graduation of another inmate.
Given recent happenings, I've realized that I...miss her. Perhaps more accurately, I miss the opportunity she presented. The Collective was logical, and were she still aboard, I'm afraid I would have endeavored to experience it again. Perhaps it's fortunate that she is no longer here.
[A pause]
I have not been meditating easily, of late. Focusing my mind has been difficult, and my thoughts continue to stray. Another opportunity to save Elizabeth is gone, and Trip has...he has not acted like himself.
[Long pause]
And I have failed to find the source of it. It's nothing our bond can protect against - which means it is possible that whatever has affected him may affect me before this is resolved. [Sssssigh.] I am finding it increasingly difficult to manage without any form of command structure on this ship; there is no one to take charge when things deteriorate.
[Private to Slade]
[Forwarded to a bit after pairings are announced.] My name is T'Pol. I don't believe we've spoken at length before. [Which means she has noooo idea if he's acting cray-cray or not.]
I've been spending some time in the lab, scanning for any possible radiation from spacial anomalies, but I've found nothing thus far. Neither have I found any air contaminants. As we have no actual hierarchy on this ship, [AND SHE DOES NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL] there is little else I can do at this point, save propose that this be treated as a medical emergency. Something is clearly wrong aboard this vessel, and finding its cause before we are surprised with a port where there is a greater risk of uncontrollable 'infection,' should be a necessity.
[Private]
Personal log, March 16th.
My inmate, the Borg Queen, left the Barge. It was not, as I had hoped she would, by virtue of graduation. She is the third inmate I have had whose presence aboard this ship has simply ceased. I am beginning to wonder if I will ever see the graduation of another inmate.
Given recent happenings, I've realized that I...miss her. Perhaps more accurately, I miss the opportunity she presented. The Collective was logical, and were she still aboard, I'm afraid I would have endeavored to experience it again. Perhaps it's fortunate that she is no longer here.
[A pause]
I have not been meditating easily, of late. Focusing my mind has been difficult, and my thoughts continue to stray. Another opportunity to save Elizabeth is gone, and Trip has...he has not acted like himself.
[Long pause]
And I have failed to find the source of it. It's nothing our bond can protect against - which means it is possible that whatever has affected him may affect me before this is resolved. [Sssssigh.] I am finding it increasingly difficult to manage without any form of command structure on this ship; there is no one to take charge when things deteriorate.
[Private to Slade]
[Forwarded to a bit after pairings are announced.] My name is T'Pol. I don't believe we've spoken at length before. [Which means she has noooo idea if he's acting cray-cray or not.]