Post by Cadet Uli Elyse on Sept 12, 2009 0:27:03 GMT
OCC: Note feel free to read and ignore all of Elyse's comments about her privacy. IC she is very suspicious of the whole concept of personal logs when she starts at Starfleet, and yes most of the dates from the second entry are from my application. Since I joined the site late I decided to fill in time through personal logs to attempt to figure out the character. As well as to entertain any reader that chooses to be put to sleep.
Personal Logs Stardate Early September 2378
A recording of a Belaklavion holographic performance was all that is contained in this record.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Early September 2378
A recording of a Belaklavion holographic performance from the Jalanda Forum was all that is contained in this record.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Mid September 2378 Part 1
If I am going to be expected to talk into you comm record personal log thing you need a name. How do you like Byte? Right you just record and I talk, is how this works. Apparently personal logs are rather common and starfleet officers are expected to keep them. Rather odd concept considering you are supposed to speak into a computer, and you expect no one else but you to hear it. If I am the only person to hear it why am I recording it in a computer, where access can be overridden faster than one can say order.
Probably that override is why I am recording this. After all if the counselor has any brains she will check beyond the file size. Though probably just recording a recording of a klavion in my last ordered record was not wise. Though the counselor did not say why she recommended that I actually record something. Either that or the lady is really good at telling if someone is lying, which considering I thought I was rather good would be surprising.
Logs this assignment is illogical, though unfortunately I cannot seem to convince the counselor that writing major events of my life in the third person and reading them into my logs is anything but crazy. Apparently the counselor thinks it will be therapeutic. Personally between you and me Byte I think it is odd and possibly going to be accessed for their use. So naturally Byte here are the boring parts of my past that are probably recorded elsewhere. As I am sure this will be checked to see if I did this assignment.
Byte delete the record until this point.
Don't think for one second I intend to talk to you Byte unless ordered, feel free to hibernate and stop recording at some point as I am merely filling up space by recording my assignment.
[0]… 2356 Screams in the Dead of Night
If there was a more imperfect time for someone to be born it was in the middle of the night during the middle of the week when the Prefect of the camp had a deadline from a Gul to meet. That imperfect time was the time Elyse was born another of multiple children of the Uli family. Brothers awoken by the close quarters for the first sister to be born, and grumbling as the older ones knew that they would be all on the fields the next day. As that was life in Tamula Bajor.
[10]… Fall 2366 Smoke Stacks and Loose Screws
Her father had been transferred back to Terok Nor to work in Ore processing again. The last batch of crops had not gone over well so they were transferring the people from the internment camp her family was assigned to. Her mother and older brothers were transferred to a small camp in the north of Bajor. However since conditions were harsh there she was sent with her father.
Something that until a Cardassian had pulled her from breakfast her father being held back screaming for her, and taken her to ore processing she had been thankful for. Though an hour before the morning shift was to begin she had the strong grip of a Cardassian on her arm, and her lungs were filling from smoke. Something was wrong in Ore processing, and she was to busy trying to figure out how to escape to care what.
A laser torch forced into her hand by a Cardassian, and then picked up by another and tossed in a ore shoot that was even still warm. Followed by a shout " Fix it. We'll test it in ten minutes as the Gul will be displeased by any delay. " She knew better than to talk to them as that would probably mean less time and tears never went over well with them. She was crying something she never did in the small shoot she was tossed in as she tried to turn on the laser torch. A rather hard task in the dark considering she had never touched one before and her hands were shaking.
Not that it took her long to turn on the torch as she was used to taking things apart. Which might be the reason she was grabbed as she realized one of the Cardassians was the one who caught her trying to make a broken pad work and took it away from her. After all she was not supposed to have it broken or not.
She had to get out of this shoot or fix it. Though if the resistance did this she did not want to fix it as she wanted the Cardassians gone. However as her hand shaked, almost dropping the torch, she noticed what came loose her mind was made. She was fixing it then getting out the bottom of the shoot before the ore did. After all fixed or not ore was coming down the shoot and if it did break it would be quickly fixed so it was a waste anyways. Though she did decide the minute she was old enough she would join the resistance to make up for this.
[13]... 2369 Flooding at the Gates
It was raining and the winds were ripping through the trees with a hurricane like force. Not that one could even feel that, as everyone was so overwhelmed with the fact the Cardassians were leaving and the Occupation was over. Naturally she could not believe it as she watched the Cardassians step onto the transport as the ones at the base her cell had been attacking and trying to take over were above risking there lives on a shuttle. Though they had lower officers ordered to fill shuttles and to risk flying off the planet.
She had no idea what she was going to do now with her life as she had just managed to join the resistance only being old enough because she lied. It helped being slightly taller than most her age reaching a bit over five feet as well as her natural skill when it came to mechanical things.
Her father always talked about Jumba trees, though all she knew about Jumba was Jumba sticks not that it mattered to her as long as the Cardassians were gone. Looking at the others she said a few words and left them to run back to the camp where her family was. After all now the Cardassians were going to be gone she had to think of the future. One which certainly would involve Jumba trees, and farming if her father had any say in the manner.
[17]… Mid 2373 - Hot Wires and Torpedos
Elyse was there to be trained as a technician as she was good at fixing things. A trait noticed not only by her family but her village in them asking her to fix farm equipment. Equipment that was often shared as there was a shortage of equipment around Bajor so the government had to ration it out. Though the reason she was in training for the Bajorian Milita mattered little as she was just happy not to be on a Jumba farm.
The more telling thing about her time in training for the Bajorian Milita was back in the barracks. The air thick with whispers, not only about training, but also about the Federations war effort. In her bed she looked over and almost commented that she hoped the Federation would succeed. Then the sirens went off and that meant one thing. Time for them to get up and moving. Jumping out of her bed like all the others and getting her uniform straightened out her stomach sunk with nerves. She knew nothing yet she was running to the shuttle pad for who knew what.
Even if what apparently would turn out to be one of her first missions as part of the Bajorian Milita repairing a bunch of ships that were attacked when guarding a merchant ship. Grabbing her kit she was surprised at the damage as she was directed towards one of the cargo bays. As the more experienced recruits were sent to the engine rooms figuring there was nothing in the cargo bays but smoke and a tube with a red light blinking on it half stuck in a box of fruit.
Approaching the thing she blinked trying to get the smoke out of her eyes to see it better. Though she did not need to see it better to know what it was, and what would happen if it went off. Elyse yelled " Live Torpedo Cargo Bay 7" then she looked around with a gulp debating running. However she knew there was no where to run, and her only option was deactivating the torpedo. Walking up to it putting her hand on it before pulling it way she felt the burning heat of it.
Opening one of the panels she looked at the wires and froze with no idea which ones to do what with. Red wires connecting with black and a few yellow thrown in the mess. Grabbing her pad she tried to bring up the schematic but it would not show the diagram because her system did not have it. Gritting her teeth nervously saying nothing she looked at it wondering what would break it. Then she grabbed a few wires and figured if she shorted the circuit maybe it would deactivate. Cutting and moving wires she noticed out of the corner of her eye the light getting faster, which was never a good sign. Then she felt herself being pulled back and some more experienced engineer coming in and doing something.
Not that she could see what it was as she was being yelled at for trying something so crazy. Only later would she find out her actions despite the reprimand and mention on her Bajorian record ended up saving multiple people.
[18]... Early 2374 - The Biggest Mistake
While this may have been one of the bigger turning points in my life. I am fully aware you plan to override my privacy commands on these records and I have no intention of commenting on Starfleet's and Bajor's mistake. Even if in hindsight I think it may have been the right one to temporarily hand Bajor back over the Cardassians to protect it. Either that or I plan to pretend that is the case. Though certain administrative comments that may have been stricken from my Bajorian Record might tell differently of my opinion of this at the time.
Byte delete from the point I said Early 2374 till now.
[18]... Mid 2374 - What doe Non-Aggression Pact Mean Again?
Why am I crying you stupid computer. Ouch this why I like paperbacks old fashion yes, but a lot softer when you hit them, not that I would hit one of them as they can be thrown. Plus they can be burnt. Right this is just going to prove the counselors theory about me having aggression issues.
Byte delete from the point I said Mid 2374 till now, and record dates when I make entries from now on.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Mid September 2378 Part 2
Computer append this to the log recorded earlier in the day. A continuation of the reading of my assignment as since I wrote all this, I figure I should finish this log. Plus the rest of it is rather boring, even if referring to ones self in the third person is just odd. Actually counselor if you have over ridden this log I believe your assignment would have been better given to someone with narcissistic personality disorder, trust me Byte they would have enjoyed talking about themselves more. Or is this assignment really to make me think of myself more.
Byte delete the additions to the original record.
[20]... 2376* - Welcoming the Federation over all frequencies
She was half way through her first term of enlistment with the Bajorian Military. It had not taken her long, after what was left of her family returned to the fields they got pulled away from in the war, to realize she was not meant to be a farmer. Even though the earing on her ear which was usually hidden by her hair implied that.
According to the announcements over the comm Bajor was officially becoming a member of the federation. Not that it would change anything for her already Federation standard had invaded street signs in the cities of the south of Bajor. Well maybe it would possibly there would be some federation ships coming to be repaired in the ship yard she worked in for the government. Though she figured since she was young the older workers would jump at repairing those ships as they were much newer than the one she was working on today. As she walked away from the base towards the ship she was supposed to repair today unlike the others in her group she was unsure of the federations intents, and worries still lingered about them just replacing the Cardassians.
A old fighter made during the war and still in use. The peeling paint showing hits of it's past use by the resistance as well as it's engineering. Her tricorder beeping in confusion as she scanned the power relays, though her eyes could easily see what needed fixing. A few minutes later the announcements of Bajor becoming a member of the federation as the news was going over all civilian channels which were the ones the ship now powered up were trying to access.
It seemed she could not escape hearing the news about Bajors new overseers. At least they were far from her which as long as they stayed that way she was happy. At least she would not have to become one of them as she was worried about when she first heard the idea. She was not an officer just a ship repair worker so not much would change for her.
[22]... Spring/Summer 2378 - The Heisenberg compensator can't compensate for Jumba Fever
Her term had finished with the Bajorian Military and instead of taking a second enlistment she decided to return home to her families Jumba tree farm. Though it did not take her long to wonder why she was crazy enough to return home. Then she remembered that if she stayed where she was posted in the Bajorian Military she would keep doing the same thing forever. It was a good job, but unlike the Heisenberg uncertainty principle she could tell exactly in which direction her molecules would have moved if she continued that. In circles repeating the same motions day after day until the ships changed.
A jumba stick with each meal, was enough to convince her she needed to leave. Naturally the first thing that came to mind was joining the Bajorian Military again as she had no desire to leave Bajor. However her brothers constant insistence to consider Starfleet lead to her being physically dragged to the recruiting station in the city nearby. Well not really nearby, but a transporter pad away.
Her brothers at her side making her listen to the recruiter to follow the the dreams they had of leaving the planet. Keeping an open mind about the idea after her trip to the recruiting station she went home and thought about it for awhile. All she knew was how to fix things, her education was confined to that and farming Jumba trees, not the types of things an officer would need to know. Though weeks reading pads later, and a entrance exam a planet away it seemed she was deemed good enough to enter the academy. Doing something completely different than what she had done before command.
[22]... Fall 2378 - Leaving Terok Nor for Starfleet Academy
Terok Nor had changed when she arrived to take her shuttle to Earth. The name being the least noticeable change as she walked through the station. Quarks was still there, though unlike before it was not barred off in a part of the station she could not go. Not that the change made her more than glance at the restaurant as the familiar sound of dabo wheels echoed into the promenade. As she had a shuttle to catch on the other side of the station, and it had been awhile since she was last on the station.
Of course she had heard of the changes through the various news and the accompanying talk of Bajor joining the federation two years ago. Even before that she had heard about it with the talk of the Emissary though until a couple years ago she thought that was propaganda to just replace the Cardassians with the Federation. She was happy she was wrong about that, though as much as she tried to convince herself it was really true a small part of her disbelieved it.
Not that she needed to believe anything as she approached the airlock for her shuttle. At this point it was about stepping over the bottom of the airlock door and onto the shuttle. A surprisingly easy task despite the nervousness in her stomach. After all if her doubts about the federation were proven true she would be in a front row spot to do something about them. As there was no way she would let anything happen to Bajor.
Though as her shuttle pulled away from the station she did not mind the fact that the Federation had renamed Terok Nor to be called Deep Space Nine. Hopefully a change from a background in ship repair to command in Starfleet would work out well. Either way though she knew there was no way she was ever going to be a Jumba farmer.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Late September 2378
Byte apparently the only time we talk is when a counselor orders it. So here I am again talking at my computer. Apparently my natural distrust of talking into computers and recording things is reflecting negatively on my time here. Even though my grades are decent, according to my professors. In my opinion they are a lot better than I expected considering how much I had to cram for the exam, and how I only passed the command sections not the technical ones which I have been doing for years.
Simply I have to adapt to Starfleet academy, and to be honest I am not sure if I can really do that. My whole life I have been adapting from camps, farms, shuttle bays, and now the academy. Or really leaving one thing as soon as I realize it isn't working out. Probably not good Starfleet material.
Byte delete the record until this point.
Another appointment with the Doctor today, and another order to put something in my personal logs. I am adjusting better to Starfleet academy, and learning a lot. Apparently the reason for that assignment to write stuff about myself in the third person was because I hate talking about how I feel. Events are much easier as they are just facts that state what happened in the past. A past that is just there. Emotions are much more fickle, not that explaining this to the counselor would do me much good.
Apparently emotions affect decisions and when one is in command one needs to recognize that. So this series of appointments with the counselor was basically because of my personality profile. Apparently there is something wrong with wanting to keep ones emotions to themselves and not trusting others until you know them. I did fine in the Militia, but Starfleet wants me to more than obey orders they want me to make them.
Making them certainly will be an interesting journey, that I somehow was not really expecting. Though this realization will not be getting me out of my weekly counseling appointments as my personality profile was on the border. At least there have been good officers with border profiles, and my experience in the Militia apparently was the thing that got me accepted here. Now all I have to do is figure out what I did there that got me here.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Later September 2378
Byte when I tell you to delete something delete it. I just realized today every time I told you to delete a record I called you stupid computer Byte. So it was all there to be heard. Just great.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Early September 2378
A recording of a Belaklavion holographic performance was all that is contained in this record.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Early September 2378
A recording of a Belaklavion holographic performance from the Jalanda Forum was all that is contained in this record.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Mid September 2378 Part 1
If I am going to be expected to talk into you comm record personal log thing you need a name. How do you like Byte? Right you just record and I talk, is how this works. Apparently personal logs are rather common and starfleet officers are expected to keep them. Rather odd concept considering you are supposed to speak into a computer, and you expect no one else but you to hear it. If I am the only person to hear it why am I recording it in a computer, where access can be overridden faster than one can say order.
Probably that override is why I am recording this. After all if the counselor has any brains she will check beyond the file size. Though probably just recording a recording of a klavion in my last ordered record was not wise. Though the counselor did not say why she recommended that I actually record something. Either that or the lady is really good at telling if someone is lying, which considering I thought I was rather good would be surprising.
Logs this assignment is illogical, though unfortunately I cannot seem to convince the counselor that writing major events of my life in the third person and reading them into my logs is anything but crazy. Apparently the counselor thinks it will be therapeutic. Personally between you and me Byte I think it is odd and possibly going to be accessed for their use. So naturally Byte here are the boring parts of my past that are probably recorded elsewhere. As I am sure this will be checked to see if I did this assignment.
Byte delete the record until this point.
Don't think for one second I intend to talk to you Byte unless ordered, feel free to hibernate and stop recording at some point as I am merely filling up space by recording my assignment.
[0]… 2356 Screams in the Dead of Night
If there was a more imperfect time for someone to be born it was in the middle of the night during the middle of the week when the Prefect of the camp had a deadline from a Gul to meet. That imperfect time was the time Elyse was born another of multiple children of the Uli family. Brothers awoken by the close quarters for the first sister to be born, and grumbling as the older ones knew that they would be all on the fields the next day. As that was life in Tamula Bajor.
[10]… Fall 2366 Smoke Stacks and Loose Screws
Her father had been transferred back to Terok Nor to work in Ore processing again. The last batch of crops had not gone over well so they were transferring the people from the internment camp her family was assigned to. Her mother and older brothers were transferred to a small camp in the north of Bajor. However since conditions were harsh there she was sent with her father.
Something that until a Cardassian had pulled her from breakfast her father being held back screaming for her, and taken her to ore processing she had been thankful for. Though an hour before the morning shift was to begin she had the strong grip of a Cardassian on her arm, and her lungs were filling from smoke. Something was wrong in Ore processing, and she was to busy trying to figure out how to escape to care what.
A laser torch forced into her hand by a Cardassian, and then picked up by another and tossed in a ore shoot that was even still warm. Followed by a shout " Fix it. We'll test it in ten minutes as the Gul will be displeased by any delay. " She knew better than to talk to them as that would probably mean less time and tears never went over well with them. She was crying something she never did in the small shoot she was tossed in as she tried to turn on the laser torch. A rather hard task in the dark considering she had never touched one before and her hands were shaking.
Not that it took her long to turn on the torch as she was used to taking things apart. Which might be the reason she was grabbed as she realized one of the Cardassians was the one who caught her trying to make a broken pad work and took it away from her. After all she was not supposed to have it broken or not.
She had to get out of this shoot or fix it. Though if the resistance did this she did not want to fix it as she wanted the Cardassians gone. However as her hand shaked, almost dropping the torch, she noticed what came loose her mind was made. She was fixing it then getting out the bottom of the shoot before the ore did. After all fixed or not ore was coming down the shoot and if it did break it would be quickly fixed so it was a waste anyways. Though she did decide the minute she was old enough she would join the resistance to make up for this.
[13]... 2369 Flooding at the Gates
It was raining and the winds were ripping through the trees with a hurricane like force. Not that one could even feel that, as everyone was so overwhelmed with the fact the Cardassians were leaving and the Occupation was over. Naturally she could not believe it as she watched the Cardassians step onto the transport as the ones at the base her cell had been attacking and trying to take over were above risking there lives on a shuttle. Though they had lower officers ordered to fill shuttles and to risk flying off the planet.
She had no idea what she was going to do now with her life as she had just managed to join the resistance only being old enough because she lied. It helped being slightly taller than most her age reaching a bit over five feet as well as her natural skill when it came to mechanical things.
Her father always talked about Jumba trees, though all she knew about Jumba was Jumba sticks not that it mattered to her as long as the Cardassians were gone. Looking at the others she said a few words and left them to run back to the camp where her family was. After all now the Cardassians were going to be gone she had to think of the future. One which certainly would involve Jumba trees, and farming if her father had any say in the manner.
[17]… Mid 2373 - Hot Wires and Torpedos
Elyse was there to be trained as a technician as she was good at fixing things. A trait noticed not only by her family but her village in them asking her to fix farm equipment. Equipment that was often shared as there was a shortage of equipment around Bajor so the government had to ration it out. Though the reason she was in training for the Bajorian Milita mattered little as she was just happy not to be on a Jumba farm.
The more telling thing about her time in training for the Bajorian Milita was back in the barracks. The air thick with whispers, not only about training, but also about the Federations war effort. In her bed she looked over and almost commented that she hoped the Federation would succeed. Then the sirens went off and that meant one thing. Time for them to get up and moving. Jumping out of her bed like all the others and getting her uniform straightened out her stomach sunk with nerves. She knew nothing yet she was running to the shuttle pad for who knew what.
Even if what apparently would turn out to be one of her first missions as part of the Bajorian Milita repairing a bunch of ships that were attacked when guarding a merchant ship. Grabbing her kit she was surprised at the damage as she was directed towards one of the cargo bays. As the more experienced recruits were sent to the engine rooms figuring there was nothing in the cargo bays but smoke and a tube with a red light blinking on it half stuck in a box of fruit.
Approaching the thing she blinked trying to get the smoke out of her eyes to see it better. Though she did not need to see it better to know what it was, and what would happen if it went off. Elyse yelled " Live Torpedo Cargo Bay 7" then she looked around with a gulp debating running. However she knew there was no where to run, and her only option was deactivating the torpedo. Walking up to it putting her hand on it before pulling it way she felt the burning heat of it.
Opening one of the panels she looked at the wires and froze with no idea which ones to do what with. Red wires connecting with black and a few yellow thrown in the mess. Grabbing her pad she tried to bring up the schematic but it would not show the diagram because her system did not have it. Gritting her teeth nervously saying nothing she looked at it wondering what would break it. Then she grabbed a few wires and figured if she shorted the circuit maybe it would deactivate. Cutting and moving wires she noticed out of the corner of her eye the light getting faster, which was never a good sign. Then she felt herself being pulled back and some more experienced engineer coming in and doing something.
Not that she could see what it was as she was being yelled at for trying something so crazy. Only later would she find out her actions despite the reprimand and mention on her Bajorian record ended up saving multiple people.
[18]... Early 2374 - The Biggest Mistake
While this may have been one of the bigger turning points in my life. I am fully aware you plan to override my privacy commands on these records and I have no intention of commenting on Starfleet's and Bajor's mistake. Even if in hindsight I think it may have been the right one to temporarily hand Bajor back over the Cardassians to protect it. Either that or I plan to pretend that is the case. Though certain administrative comments that may have been stricken from my Bajorian Record might tell differently of my opinion of this at the time.
Byte delete from the point I said Early 2374 till now.
[18]... Mid 2374 - What doe Non-Aggression Pact Mean Again?
Why am I crying you stupid computer. Ouch this why I like paperbacks old fashion yes, but a lot softer when you hit them, not that I would hit one of them as they can be thrown. Plus they can be burnt. Right this is just going to prove the counselors theory about me having aggression issues.
Byte delete from the point I said Mid 2374 till now, and record dates when I make entries from now on.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Mid September 2378 Part 2
Computer append this to the log recorded earlier in the day. A continuation of the reading of my assignment as since I wrote all this, I figure I should finish this log. Plus the rest of it is rather boring, even if referring to ones self in the third person is just odd. Actually counselor if you have over ridden this log I believe your assignment would have been better given to someone with narcissistic personality disorder, trust me Byte they would have enjoyed talking about themselves more. Or is this assignment really to make me think of myself more.
Byte delete the additions to the original record.
[20]... 2376* - Welcoming the Federation over all frequencies
She was half way through her first term of enlistment with the Bajorian Military. It had not taken her long, after what was left of her family returned to the fields they got pulled away from in the war, to realize she was not meant to be a farmer. Even though the earing on her ear which was usually hidden by her hair implied that.
According to the announcements over the comm Bajor was officially becoming a member of the federation. Not that it would change anything for her already Federation standard had invaded street signs in the cities of the south of Bajor. Well maybe it would possibly there would be some federation ships coming to be repaired in the ship yard she worked in for the government. Though she figured since she was young the older workers would jump at repairing those ships as they were much newer than the one she was working on today. As she walked away from the base towards the ship she was supposed to repair today unlike the others in her group she was unsure of the federations intents, and worries still lingered about them just replacing the Cardassians.
A old fighter made during the war and still in use. The peeling paint showing hits of it's past use by the resistance as well as it's engineering. Her tricorder beeping in confusion as she scanned the power relays, though her eyes could easily see what needed fixing. A few minutes later the announcements of Bajor becoming a member of the federation as the news was going over all civilian channels which were the ones the ship now powered up were trying to access.
It seemed she could not escape hearing the news about Bajors new overseers. At least they were far from her which as long as they stayed that way she was happy. At least she would not have to become one of them as she was worried about when she first heard the idea. She was not an officer just a ship repair worker so not much would change for her.
[22]... Spring/Summer 2378 - The Heisenberg compensator can't compensate for Jumba Fever
Her term had finished with the Bajorian Military and instead of taking a second enlistment she decided to return home to her families Jumba tree farm. Though it did not take her long to wonder why she was crazy enough to return home. Then she remembered that if she stayed where she was posted in the Bajorian Military she would keep doing the same thing forever. It was a good job, but unlike the Heisenberg uncertainty principle she could tell exactly in which direction her molecules would have moved if she continued that. In circles repeating the same motions day after day until the ships changed.
A jumba stick with each meal, was enough to convince her she needed to leave. Naturally the first thing that came to mind was joining the Bajorian Military again as she had no desire to leave Bajor. However her brothers constant insistence to consider Starfleet lead to her being physically dragged to the recruiting station in the city nearby. Well not really nearby, but a transporter pad away.
Her brothers at her side making her listen to the recruiter to follow the the dreams they had of leaving the planet. Keeping an open mind about the idea after her trip to the recruiting station she went home and thought about it for awhile. All she knew was how to fix things, her education was confined to that and farming Jumba trees, not the types of things an officer would need to know. Though weeks reading pads later, and a entrance exam a planet away it seemed she was deemed good enough to enter the academy. Doing something completely different than what she had done before command.
[22]... Fall 2378 - Leaving Terok Nor for Starfleet Academy
Terok Nor had changed when she arrived to take her shuttle to Earth. The name being the least noticeable change as she walked through the station. Quarks was still there, though unlike before it was not barred off in a part of the station she could not go. Not that the change made her more than glance at the restaurant as the familiar sound of dabo wheels echoed into the promenade. As she had a shuttle to catch on the other side of the station, and it had been awhile since she was last on the station.
Of course she had heard of the changes through the various news and the accompanying talk of Bajor joining the federation two years ago. Even before that she had heard about it with the talk of the Emissary though until a couple years ago she thought that was propaganda to just replace the Cardassians with the Federation. She was happy she was wrong about that, though as much as she tried to convince herself it was really true a small part of her disbelieved it.
Not that she needed to believe anything as she approached the airlock for her shuttle. At this point it was about stepping over the bottom of the airlock door and onto the shuttle. A surprisingly easy task despite the nervousness in her stomach. After all if her doubts about the federation were proven true she would be in a front row spot to do something about them. As there was no way she would let anything happen to Bajor.
Though as her shuttle pulled away from the station she did not mind the fact that the Federation had renamed Terok Nor to be called Deep Space Nine. Hopefully a change from a background in ship repair to command in Starfleet would work out well. Either way though she knew there was no way she was ever going to be a Jumba farmer.
Computer End Recording
Personal Logs Stardate Late September 2378
Byte apparently the only time we talk is when a counselor orders it. So here I am again talking at my computer. Apparently my natural distrust of talking into computers and recording things is reflecting negatively on my time here. Even though my grades are decent, according to my professors. In my opinion they are a lot better than I expected considering how much I had to cram for the exam, and how I only passed the command sections not the technical ones which I have been doing for years.
Simply I have to adapt to Starfleet academy, and to be honest I am not sure if I can really do that. My whole life I have been adapting from camps, farms, shuttle bays, and now the academy. Or really leaving one thing as soon as I realize it isn't working out. Probably not good Starfleet material.
Byte delete the record until this point.
Another appointment with the Doctor today, and another order to put something in my personal logs. I am adjusting better to Starfleet academy, and learning a lot. Apparently the reason for that assignment to write stuff about myself in the third person was because I hate talking about how I feel. Events are much easier as they are just facts that state what happened in the past. A past that is just there. Emotions are much more fickle, not that explaining this to the counselor would do me much good.
Apparently emotions affect decisions and when one is in command one needs to recognize that. So this series of appointments with the counselor was basically because of my personality profile. Apparently there is something wrong with wanting to keep ones emotions to themselves and not trusting others until you know them. I did fine in the Militia, but Starfleet wants me to more than obey orders they want me to make them.
Making them certainly will be an interesting journey, that I somehow was not really expecting. Though this realization will not be getting me out of my weekly counseling appointments as my personality profile was on the border. At least there have been good officers with border profiles, and my experience in the Militia apparently was the thing that got me accepted here. Now all I have to do is figure out what I did there that got me here.
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Personal Logs Stardate Later September 2378
Byte when I tell you to delete something delete it. I just realized today every time I told you to delete a record I called you stupid computer Byte. So it was all there to be heard. Just great.
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