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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 20, 2017 21:37:23 GMT
STARFLEET SERVICE JACKET Demographic InformationName: Kyle Qul’tuq Species: ½ Human, ¼ Vulcan, ¼ Klingon Date of Birth: December 9, 2374 Age: 23 Stardate: 51939.40 Height: 6’1” (1.85m) Weight: 189lbs (85.72kg) Hair Color: Brown Hair Style: Long – Pony Tail, Braided Facial Hair: None Eye Color: Brown Physical Description: Kyle at first glance appears humanoid but upon closer inspection, one would notice that he had very faint forehead ridges usually associated with Klingon Heritage and the pointed ears of a Vulcan. His skin appears tanned naturally due to his mixed heritage. Kyle is physically fit. On duty, he of course wears the typical Starfleet Uniform Off Duty, he typically wears a pair of Black Sweat pants, a Hunter Green Long Sleeve Shirt, and light shoes much akin to Running Shoes. He tends to lean towards a Black and Green color combination for the majority of his clothing. Family Demographics & HistoryFather: So’koth VID’iot Qul’tuq Age: 62 Profession: Starfleet – Chip Rollins Center for Research & Development – Rank: Rear Admiral Mother: K’lyn Qul’tuq Age: 55 Profession: Starfleet Engineer – Retired – Rank: Lieutenant Commander Identical Twin Brother: Keith Qu’ltuq Age: 23 Profession: Starfleet -Engineer - Deceased, KIA Sister: Kaitlyn Qul’tuq Age: 22 Profession: Starfleet – Security Department: Tactical Officer – Rank: Lieutenant J.G. Sister: Kayleigh Qul’tuq Age: 21 Profession: Student – Medical School Family History: So’koth is a long-standing member of Starfleet, starting out at a Flight Operations officer, and eventually turning towards Engineering. So’koth is most notable for his duties aboard the USS Lexicon, and USS Dark Angel NCC-53286, USS Dark Angel NCC-53286-A, and USS Dark Angel NCC-53286-B. He’s retired from Active Space Duty and has taken up administrative roles having taken up a leadership role at Utopia Planitia. K’lyn also a long-standing member of Starfleet as an Engineer. Likewise distinguishing herself aboard the USS Dark Angel NCC-53286, USS Dark Angel NCC-53286-A, and eventually retiring from Active Duty from the USS Dark Angel NCC-53286-B mid-way through her five-year mission. The Qul’tuq family owns a home on Mar’s near the Utopia Plantia Fleet Yard offices planet side where they reside currently. So’koth & K’lyn met while working on several Projects together at Utopia Planitia Fleet Ship yards early in their careers. They became close when they were given the USS Dark Angel Project to work on together ad Chief Designer and Chief Engineer on the project. They would be given the vessel later at the end of their tour at Utopia Planitia just prior to the start of the Dominion War. Kyle & Keith are Identical Twins whom were born aboard the USS Dark Angel NCC-53286. Both the Sisters Kaitlyn & Kayleigh were board aboard the USS Dark Angel NCC-53286-A So’koth and K’lyn decided to give their children names closer to Terran traditional names to help avoid some of the racial implications that being mixed race might bring due to experiences from their past. Kaitlyn chose to go into Starfleet Service and took the path of a Tactical Officer having shown aptitude in hand to hand combat and Starship Tactics shortly after joining the Academy. Kayleigh decided to avoid Starfleet Service all together and has since begun attending Medical School to become a Doctor. She currently resides on Denobula at the Denobulan College of Internal Medicine. STARFLEET ACADEMY RECORDStarfleet Entrance Exam Completed: December 12th 2391 Stardate: 68946.11 Accepted to Starfleet Academy: January 8, 2392 Stardate: 69019.80 Major: Engineering Graduating GPA: 3.38 Minor: Warp Field Mechanics Year 1 – (2392) Average GPA: 3.21 Early Starfleet History 3.00 United Federation of Planets History 101 3.50 Combat Arms 101 (Basics) 3.00 Engineering 101 3.75 Diplomacy 101 2.75 Basic Medical 101 3.00 Hand to Hand Combat (Basic) 3.50 Engineering 102 4.00 Year 2 – (2393) Average GPA: 3.44 Earth History 3.25 Combat Arms 102 (Advanced) 4.00 Security Concepts – 101 3.25 Transporter Theory 3.25 Xenobiology 3.00 Zero-G Operations 3.50 Basic Warp design 4.00 Starship Maintenance 101 3.25 Year 3 – (2394) Average GPA: 3.37 Sciences 101 3.00 Astrogation 3.00 Support Craft 101 3.25 Warp Theory 3.75 Advanced Warp Design 3.50 Physics & Spatial Mechanics 3.25 Engineering 103 3.75 Elementary Temporal Mechanics 3.25 Year 4 – (2395) Average GPA: 3.37 Zero-G Combat Training 3.25 Advanced Subspace Geometry 3.50 Interspecies Ethics 3.50 Starship Tactics 101 3.00 Astrosciences 3.00 Survival Strategies 3.50 Probability Mechanics 3.75 Statistical Mechanics 3.50 STARFLEET SERVICE RECORD Assignment: Anteres Fleet Shipyards (Internship) Date Reported Aboard: January 15, 2396 Stardate: 73039.27 Position: Engineering Officer Rank: Ensign Transfer Date: July 1, 2396 Stardate: 73497.95 Assignment: USS Aventine NCC-82602 Date reported aboard: July 1, 2396 Stardate: 73498.40 Position: Engineering Officer - Damage Control Team Rank: Ensign Transfer Date: September 3, 2397 Stardate: 74672.37 Assignment: USS Zorya NCC-86273 Date reported aboard: September 3, 2397 Stardate: 74671.91 Position: Engineering Officer Rank: Ensign Transfer Date: Stardate: N/A Leave of Absence Requested - Duration is undefined. STARFLEET MEDICAL RECORDSFacility: USS Dark Angel NCC-53286 Attending: Lt. Cmdr. Kestra Oliver Date: December 9, 2374 Stardate: 51939.40 Age: N/A Height: 21.3” Weight: 8lbs, 6oz Temperature: 98.1 Pulse: 180bpm NOTES: Kyle & Keith Qul’tuq are born to So’koth & K’lyn Qul’tuq. Facility: USS Dark Angel NCC-53286 Attending: Lt. Cmdr. Kestra Oliver Date: February 21, 2375 Stardate: Age: 1 Height: 31.5 Weight: 21.9lbs Temperature: 99.3 Pulse: 100bpm NOTES: Treated for minor contusions, and one laceration to the antebrachium as the result of forced trauma caused during a shipboard combat situation. Facility: USS Dark Angel NCC-53286 Attending: Lt. Cmdr. Kestra Oliver Date: February 21, 2375 Stardate: Age: 1 Height: 31.5 Weight: 21.9lbs Temperature: 99.3 Pulse: 100bpm NOTES: Treated for minor contusions, and one laceration to the antebrachium as the result of forced trauma caused during a shipboard combat situation. Facility: USS Dark Angel NCC-53286 Attending: Lt. Cmdr. Kestra Oliver Date: March 1, 2375 Stardate: Age: 1 Height: 31.8 Weight: 22.1lbs Temperature: 98.9 Pulse: 101bpm NOTES: Treated patient for minor contusions, first and second degree burns to the Lateral Right posterior of the back. Patient kept for observation for three days for continued treatment’s, caused by shipboard combat situation. Facility: Starbase 626 Attending: Lt. Cmdr. Steele Date: March 21, 2375 Stardate: Age: 1 Height: 32.1” Weight: 22.9lbs Temperature: 99.1 Pulse: 105bpm NOTES: Fitness Exam following rescue of the Crew of the USS Dark Angel NCC-53286 following the vessels destruction and the crew spending several weeks in Escape pods. Facility: USS Dark Angel NCC-53286-A Attending: Lt. Cmdr. Angela Benham Date: June 1, 2376 Stardate: Age: 3 Height: 37.5” Weight: 32.1lbs T emperature: 98.5 Pulse: 86bpm NOTES: Standard Fitness Exam Conducted. Kyle & Keith are both well within their acceptable health ranges. Facility: USS Atlanta NCC-52947-A Attending: Henglar Date: December 19, 2377 Stardate: 52297.99 Age: 4 Height: Weight: Temperature: Pulse: NOTES: Treated for contusions, and bruised ribs, minor lacerations as a result of Starship Combat, and Escape Pod Ejection prior to the destruction of the USS Dark Angel NCC-53286-A.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 22, 2017 21:22:02 GMT
Aboard the USS Aventine NCC-82602
“Dark Angel, lookout!” a voice screamed over a distorted communications channel. Kyle spun his head around to his right and could see the angry swarm of missiles streaking toward him. Instinctively he pushed his throttle full forward urging the behemoth Mech to move. He stole a glance at his status screen down between his legs long enough to see that he had more armor on his back than his front, he slammed the yolk hard into his left thigh spinning the Mech’s torso. He felt the surge as the mech moved forward but he knew he was going to take a hit, he braced and the Mech shook hard time and time again as several of the missiles impacted on his rear armor. He spun the Mech back around to his right.
“Thanks Greenie!” he called out over the open communications channel, his large Mech was already moving forward so he pulled back on the throttle dropping his speed and guided it around a building and towards the direction of the missile fire. “Coming to you!” he said.
“Roger, I could use the help!” her voice seemed to echo over the channel for a moment.
His Mech slowly mounted the highway and climbed as he urged his damaged Mech on. He could see the top of her Mech as he crested the hill, she was wedged into a space between three buildings, her back was to the wall. He glanced around but couldn’t see anything, shooting. His sensors were still active, and pinging away yet nothing. He slowed his Mech’s forward advance and turned his torso and started moving left.
Just around the corner of the building he saw movement, something was coming. He dropped his crosshairs on the shifting metal and fired sending shots from his auto cannons down range, followed by two long blue beams. He could see the rounds impact and the metal heat up but he lost sight of it as he continued to move. “Something’s coming, get out of there Greenie!” he barked.
“I can’t I’m stuck!” she called out. “That hunchy crammed me in here good!”
He instinctively dropped his throttle to nothing, and spun the hips of his Mech’s hard right. “Okay, you still have weapons?” “Not much left!” she said. Her message was suddenly garbled.
“ECM!” he said suddenly as if realization hit him. “Get ready to fire!” he took a quick look around and could see nothing else in site, then that metal charred as it was it was a scratch on the behemoth that was slowly coming around the building. He pulled back on the throttle, and fired again this time landing a few hits on the arm that was visible. “Atlas!” he said as the Mech came into view enough that it was obvious what the massive thing was.
“Atlas!” he heard her says, her voice was a mixture of disbelieve and dismay. “Atlas!” he said repeating it.
The massive Mech came into full view, its weapons slowly leveling themselves in his direction.
Kyle pulled back further on the throttle until it hit its limit and his Mech shook hard but it was a glancing blow. Alarms however began blaring in his cockpit. He jammed the throttle full forward and let fly the remaining short range missile ammo he had left which did visibly rock the behemoth. He just pictured the pilot laughing as he ran forward.
The Atlas began moving forward, and as he hoped right into the path of Greenie’s weapons. He turned his Mech and guided his Mech towards the massive opponent and just as he was, about to collide his Mech shook hard, the glass around the cockpit erupted and sent debris and shrapnel all around. The sudden rush of his Mech falling backwards was the last thing he felt as he suddenly found himself standing with the other pilots from his group in a simulated lounge.
“Atlas got ya didn’t it?” Knol’l asked, his blue forehead wrinkling.
He pulled his helmet off and nodded. “Yup!”
Suddenly Greenie was standing next to him her arms up as if to block some impending doom. He chuckled. “I Tried to buy you sometime!” he said.
She sighed, “Well it kinda worked!” she said likewise pulling her helmet off. “Your mech did a number on him, but it wasn’t enough. I took one arm and his leg before he got all the way around.” She said in dismay.
“Well at least we went out fighting.”
“And you nearly defeated the Atlas!” one of the others called from across the lounge.
“Well, not exactly. Damn Elemental came through the cockpit glass.!” She said.
There was a chuckle that ran through the room. A cheer went up as the stats for the last run came up on the screen. They had at least destroyed a record level of tonnage this time around. Fitting for his last go with this crew. He smiled at his wing mate. “Good show Greenie!” he said.
“You suck Dark!” she said elbowing him. “You left me again!”
“Chasing the rabbit, you know me!” he said as he dropped into a chair.
“Were going to miss you around here Kyle!” Knol’l said.
He smiled. “No you won’t, you hate me!”
The Bolian grinned. “Yes, yes I do!’
They all exchanged a glance, then Greenie stood and raised a glass. “To Dark!” They all cheered and held up glasses, then downed the contents, slamming their glasses down.
“I’ve got to go pack!” he said, wiping the foam off his mouth.
Greenie picked up her Helmet, “Want some help?” she asked.
He nodded. “Sure!” he likewise picked up his helmet. “The rest of you better keep practicing. That Atlas needs to go down!” he said as he started to head for the exit. “Arch!” he said and the doorway appeared and opened letting them out into the corridor.
“I cannot believe we didn’t get it this time. I thought for sure!” she said as they entered the turbolift. “Deck nine!” he said and nodded. “Yeah, we might have if I had not run off after that damn Hunchback!”
She smiled. “You could never just let one get away in favor of an overall win!”
“Nope!”
“That must be that Crazy Klingon side of you.” She said.
“There isn’t that much in me.”
“Enough that it shows when you’re in combat!” she said. “Why deny that?”
He frowned. “My dad can keep it.” he shifted and leaned against the turbolift wall. “That Klingon side of my family has been both a blessing and a curse.”
“I tend to think of it more as a blessing. At least in some aspects.” She said with a grin.
He opened his mouth as if to say something then stopped. “Indeed.”
“Indeed? Is that all you have to say?” she asked staring at him. The lift doors opened and he started out the door, but before he could she grabbed him and shoved him into the side of the turbolift hitting the close and stop button on the lift control board. “No, you don’t get to escape, you’ve been avoiding this for the last three weeks!” she said sternly.
“I know, I’m sorry Greenie.” He said meeting her eyes. “We knew this was coming long before it came.”
She smiled. “I know.”
“Do you think that a long-distance relationship is in the cards?” he asked, though he knew the answer. They had already discussed this a long time ago when they first got together.
“You know that when we got into this relationship we knew that it would end at some point.” She said. “As much as I would like to say that it can continue our career paths are two totally different directions. I’ve only got another year of service then I’m settling, and you’ve got your mind set on a longer path with Starfleet.” She said.
“I Could take some time off and…”
She held up a hand. “No, you know that would not work.”
“I know, I know.” He said with a sigh. “Well, we will stay in touch at least right?”
She nodded. “Of course. We came into this as friends, and we will leave it that way right?” she said eyeing him. “Come on, let’s get you packed!” she said, opening the door to the lift and releasing it. She grabbed him by his pilot suit and dragged him out of the lift.
He punched in the code to his quarters and the doors slid apart, he hits the button next to the door to bring the lights up. She let out a laugh noting the already piled up boxes with his belongings. “I thought you needed help!” she said.
He shrugged. “You know me, I can’t help but be prepared.” He tossed his helmet onto the swivel chair next to the small table. “It’s been boring without Clive.”
“No doubt.” She set her Helmet on the table. “Well if there isn’t anything to pack…”
Aboard a runabout in transit to the USS Zorya...
Kyle yawned as he stretched quietly in the cramped sleeping quarters on the runabout. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and made his way towards the aft cabin. He stopped at the replicator. “Raktajino, Iced, double strong!” he said and waited for the beverage to shimmer into existence.
He took a drink of the iced coffee and then slowly made his way shambling towards the bridge of the craft. He stepped out and dropped heavily into one of the chairs at one of the auxiliary stations. “Morning. I think!” he said.
The woman at the Helm seemed wide-awake and chipper. Which after a long night of sitting at the helm of a runabout transiting through space to meet up with their new assignment was not the most exciting. She acknowledged him with a nod. “Morning it is Ensign.” She said.
“Can I get you anything?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I’ll grab something in a moment when I go aft. You ready to take your shift at the controls?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Sure.”
“You are qualified right?” she asked.
He nodded his head. “Yeah. I think I can handle watching the blinky lights, and make sure this bucket stays on course.” He grinned.
She slowly glanced over her shoulder and then shook her head. “Very well then, she’s all yours.” She said as she rose and headed aft. “Try and stay awake!” she said as she disappeared.
He chuckled. “At least she has a sense of humor.” He said. He stood and moved into the seat she had just vacated. He took another drink from the mug and then set it in a safe place. He took a moment to reconfigure the controls to his specifications, and then did a quick check of their heading. Leaning back, he settled into the chair. “Computer access log records for Ensign Kyle Qul’tuq!”
The computer trilled a few times as it accessed the files requested. “Accessing”
“Begin personal log!” he said, and waited for a moment for the beep to indicate it was recording. “Kyle Qul’tuq, personal log.” He said. “We’ve been on our long journey to meet up with the USS Zorya. I’ve had a chance to look over the ships specifications a bit, I’m actually kind of excited to be working aboard an Akira. I spent the better part of my youth on one after all. Part of me still holds some resentment towards my father for his time served but the more and more I spend time in the fleet I find myself understanding more of why my father had his compulsions to serve. Life on the Dark Angel was not exactly easy for anyone let alone the families of those who served aboard her. Spending hours and sometimes days in safety zones. Never knowing when you might have to make that mad dash to the nearest escape pod.” He paused as if remembering something, the smell of smoke flashing through his memory, the sounds of explosions echoed back from the past. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I’ve spent my fair share of time in escape pods. At least twice. For a kid, it is a scary thing, even as you get older and start to realize why it is such a scary thing it becomes so much more surreal.” His expression changed briefly as he began to remember something more vividly. “The last time I spent time in an escape pod was the worst.” He shook away the old memories, the day his father was taken from them by Kieran Horn, though they had thought he had died with the destruction of the first Dark Angel then. “I think it was that last time that my mother started to realize that her time in Starfleet was coming to an end. She tried to stay in support of my father but eventually she did not have anything left to give and opted to retire. She spent her fair share of time being abused by Starfleet. Part of me is thankful for that. It was some time before we saw my father but when we did, it was great. We would meet him at some far-flung outpost or at Pinnacle Station when they put in for any given time.” He nodded. “It wasn’t until I joined and went on my first mission that I actually started to understand some things and came to some terms with my father’s decisions.”
He shrugs. “One would think after what my family went through we’d all run as far away from Starfleet as we could. Nope, nearly everyone has joined. We half expected our youngest sister to join too but she surprised us all and instead is off to Med School. Maybe she is the smartest of us all for a lot of reasons. Having to fight a war against elements of Starfleet that splintered off all the while still fighting in the Dominion war and then never to have any of it come to light. A secret little war over Starfleet ideals. And here we are again right?” he scoffs. “One has to wonder if elements from Admiral Dwain or Horn’s people were still out there just waiting to try again. I suppose part of me feels that obligation to stick a Bat’leth in those bastards any chance I can get after what they did to my family.”
“It would figure that by the time my father decided to rotate out of Starship Command and back to administrative duties that I would go off into space. Like two ships passing in the night right?” He let out a chuckle. “I honestly thought he would not approve when both me and Keith signed up. When we both graduated I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so proud.”
“On to new things. I suppose it is ironic that for what I hope is my first five-year mission I am stationed aboard an Akira Class. The technology has changed but the ship is still the same. Maybe that will make moving in so easy.” He smiled. “Although I doubt there will be a Holo Nanny on board for me to take apart and reprogram. But a small price for progress I suppose.” He said.
“I’m excited and yet nervous to meet my new fellow shipmates. However, that will pass in time. End Log!” he said and waited for the beep to indicate the recording had saved and closed.
He did a quick systems check then his eyes fell on the Communications array, he shook his head considering calling home but it wasn’t his usual communications time. He had established regular three-month intervals of calling home just to let mom know he was alive. It had become part of his routine, calling out of the cycle usually came with more questions, but he would have to call home soon, for now he would focus on keeping an eye on the navigational sensors and his routine system’s check.
They still had another eighteen hours to rendezvous with the Zorya, and he had at least an eight-hour shift at the helm, he was going to have to find something to entertain himself.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Apr 13, 2017 13:42:34 GMT
Stardate: 11704.10 Location: USS Zorya NCC-86273, Jefferies tube near the Communications Array.
Kyle lay on his side with half his upper torso nearly swallowed by the access panel of another ODN junction in a Jefferies tube. He had been working for nearly an hour to try and get the data uplink to work. It was like putting out small fires without any fires as one ODN pathway failed after another trying to repair the path that would allow the Zorya to be used as a processing medium as the Captain had requested. It has started to become clear to him that the amount of work this ship needed was likely to be endless. On the surface she looked proper, but under the surface it was a jumbled mess of engineering chaos. "Computer begin duty log, Ensign Kyle Qul'tuq!" he said as he snapped and clicked another ODN bypass into place, and watched as the line flickered to life as he activated the routing protocol. He waited as the computer found his file and began recording. "Ensign Qul'tuq Duty log, Stardate 11704.10. First day on the job and I cannot tell you how excited I am! Despite those usual first day jitters it's been eventful. I even got called to the bridge by the Captain and put on a specific detail. Not exactly something I expected to start my day with. Though I cannot say that today has been without it's moments. This ship is wired together worse than an Orion freighter!" he stopped as he grabbed at another tool, and began the process of removing a damaged piece of ODN conduit. It was a large pipe designed for high throughput and it was nearly sheared through but had yet to be replaced. He would need to get this in place as yet another piece in the puzzle. "Captain asked us to provide some processing power out to another source but the path from the main computer to the communications gear is so bypassed its become problematic, so now were having to scramble to get the path pieced together, but every time we fix one conduit another leak shows up on the map. I think this is the second primary conduit trunk I've replaced in the last forty minutes, and about seven in all between myself and the rest of the engineering crew." he grunted as he released what was left of the conduit and lowered it to the ground. He slowly hefted the new piece of trunk into place and began securing it's magnetic interlocks. "I believe once we get these last few conduit's in place it should finally give us the throughput we need for the task requested of us, and it might actually improve some of the other systems computer efficiency. I had a moment to take a look at the internal Engineering document that was put together with all the bypasses and temporary repairs that were made and meant to be fixed, and have yet to be done. I think the list is longer than one of our Nacelles, but at least I wont be board with all the work that needs doing." he grabbed an ODN line scanner and started running it along the trunk checking the integrity of the connections that were made. "My father once told me that these ships were one of the workhorses of Starfleet, they kind of took the place of the Miranda class as a multi-mission capable ship that was had a lot of customization options to fit the needs of the mission. He wasn't kidding. I was young when I lived aboard one of these so I didn't have the same experience I'm having now. It makes me question some things when I see a ship like this. But also to see it working so well despite all that has been done under the surface is a fine example of what Starfleet Engineering can do." he nodded, and slowly began shunting the computer data flow from each of the many bypasses in the line back to the main trunk, and he watched on his scanner as they were successfully made until finally each of the bypasses could be disabled. Kyle nodded to himself and then began disconnecting the various manual bypasses that had been done taking a moment to clean the ODN Taps as he went and ensuring they got capped to keep them that way. "Well I'm off to the bridge in a moment to test this beast to see if we've managed to stop the data bandwidth leaks and get some processing power allocated. I have a feeling I'm going to be calling these tubes my home for many days to come. End log!" he said as he began his long crawl down the tube back to the exit.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Jan 24, 2018 5:47:16 GMT
Stardate: 11822.01 Location: USS Zorya, Deck 5 Jefferies Tube
Kyle sat in the jefferies tube, several of the side panels littered the floor, a few of them still showing the tell tale signs of black scaring from an overload of some sort. He frowned deeply as he stared at the ships innards running along the wall, this was one of those moments when bypassed like a Christmas tree actually meant something. He had not been there long but they had since bypassed this mess a long time ago. "Computer being duty log." he said simply pulling open a small case and pulling forth a small sandwich. The computer went through its customary beeps as he sat munching on his sandwich. It was a Terran delicacy known as a 'Peanut butter and jelly' he had taken to liking during his time at the Academy and it was just one of those easy foods you could take just about anywhere. "As they say no rest for the weary right? Or just us Engineers? Its odd, the more I do this job the closer I feel to mom. I know now why my mom went gray so early in life, and I am starting to wonder how my dad stayed alive all that time when the two of them served aboard the Dark Angel. If this is any indication and I have a good feeling that it is that I now know how my mother felt trying to hold that ship together with Bubble gum and duct tape. But instead of starting with a ship that was fresh off the blocks we've got this thing, I'm by no means complaining, I love a challenge." he said gesturing with this sandwich to the blown out wall. "Duty Log, meet challenge!"
"An EPS Power transfer unit was in that mess at some point," he hesitated peering into the jumble of EPS power tap lines, and some things he was not entirely sure were regulation power taps. "I'm not sure what to call that thing, because no Starfleet Engineer in their right mind would call that an EPS power tap unit." he feigned an epiphany. "An EPS spaghetti monster?" he then frowned at the idea, then shrugged. "Close enough."
"Never the less it something among all the other things that need to be replaced or fixed on this ship." he said as he took another bite from his sandwich. "I've only been on the ship a short time and its hard to believe that I've spent most of my time crawling through her many Jefferies tubes, you wouldn't believe some of the things I've found. I was down on deck nine last week and found a rubber chicken in one of the ODN Junctions, how the hell it got there is beside me, I think it was meant to scare whomever ventured into the depths of that mess down there too." he grinned. "My spanner dispatched it with a very lame squeak."
"Diagnostic complete." the computers voice called, and Kyle reached down to retrieve a Padd which was slowly displaying the results in code, and then a diagram slowly started to take shape on its screen showing the bypass which was so far out of Starfleet standards it was a wonder it still functioned at all.
Kyle Shrugged to himself. "Figures. This thing has so many manual taps I'm not sure it could be replaced safely. Might need to consult the chief on how he wants to do this, we may need to just cut a hole in the Jefferies tube from the deck above somewhere along this mess and add another EPS power tap unit."
"I got a call from my dad last night, he seemed to be doing well. He actually decided to take some shore leave and visit home for a bit back on Mars, he's apparently been offered a job at Utopia Planitia and he is actually seriously going to take it, my mother seemed to be happy about that fact, but its hard to say if he actually will. The pull of the big chair seems to be pretty heavy with him. It is one of the things he's been best at. Though no one ever knows what exactly he's done because of course none of it ever happened. It's hard to think about that sometimes. Thinking about the past and how dangerous it was, the war and all, not to mention Kerian Horn and his crones. But no one knows about that right?" he said stopping a moment, his voice taking on a slight edge. "All the other Captain's getting glory, and my dad gets a wonderful pat on the back. Good job, you saved us from a threat that does not exist. I'm not jaded, I promise." he said with a slight chuckle.
Kyle sits for a long moment eating his Sandwich, he finally after a few moments of silence and listening to the thrum of power coursing through the EPS conduits as sickly as it sounded, he finally gave a nod. "Yup, going to need to trace these lines, and figure out what is going to be routed away from here so we can clean this thing up." he said to himself with a satisfied approving nod. "This thing's not going to change itself. I'd also like to say for the record that the Gel Pack replacement that was needed on Deck four went on without a hitch, though it needs an analysis to figure out why it failed to begin with, it was brand new as of just a few days ago. Might just be bad stock." he said with another shrug. "Anyhow, I think I've droned on enough computer, end log!" he said and started collecting his tools as the camera slowly faded out, and was replaced by the typical Starfleet Archives Image giving the usual mumbo jumbo about the file and its contents.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Feb 2, 2018 5:06:29 GMT
Location: USS Zorya, Deck 2, Mess Hall
Kyle rubbed at a bit of grime that had collected on the end of his nose with a loose rag that he had stuffed in a pocket, it was already dirty and there was nearly no clean spot. He stared at it for a moment as if he had been betrayed by his closest friend in the entire galaxy then frowned stuffing it deep into a pocket. He took a moment to glance over the front of his Uniform, it was at the moment he realized truly how dirty he was. Head to toe, he was covered in grime. His frowned deepened as he noted other were staring sidelong at him, he couldn't blame them for thinking he might have been spending some quality time in the ships waste extraction system. Granted he was certain he didn't smell that bad, but there was still a long day ahead.
"Ensign, you um." a woman's voice called from behind, spinning him around awkwardly. He lost hold of his Engineering kit, sending its contents clattering to the floor. There was some laughter and smiles from a few of the crew milling about.
"Sorry." he said, kneeling quickly to gather the contents of his kit up. "I got lost in my own space." he said as he carefully put the tools away, each back into its respective place. He was very careful about placing them back in the kit, it was a bit of a quirk for him. Tool kits were supposed to help in a pinch and if they were disorganized and the tools were not in the right place facing the right direction the entire ship could come apart. Or at least that is what he told himself. It was almost as if he had a self destruct kit, not an engineering tool kit. It was one of the few good, bad habits he had when it came to tools.
She grinned looking down at him as he carefully collected his things, and placed them into the kit. "No need to go to Red Alert." she said with a slight chuckle herself. "Didn't mean to make you jump out of your cranial ridges."
He stood, snapping the kit closed to secure it again. It was all safely packed away again. He felt himself freeze as he realized who he was talking too, he didn't know who she was but she outranked him, he felt his body start to go ridged. "Ma'am!" he stammered. "Sorry, I.."
She held up a hand to stop him and smiled. "Don't be," she said regarding him once again. "You've been busy, that clearly shows. The rest of these guys could learn a thing or two about getting into the grit." she gave him a nod, and reached past to pluck a mug of something from the replicator he had been standing in front of. "Carry on Ensign." she said and stepped around him heading for the doors. Kyle stood there a moment watching her leave, and then realized he had been staring and shook his head snapping his thoughts back to what it was he was doing. "Right." he muttered. "Computer, one mug of Raktagino, Double Sweet, Warm." he said and waited just long enough for it to finish shimmering into being before he made his hasty retreat. He had finished the EPS Power Tap Unit and just had to manually route the other taps from the other device, then figure out how he was going to fix the other unit. It had already been a long day, but it was a day of success. He knew he was likely going to look much worse when he was finished. He shrugged and started down the corridor towards the turbolift.
He stopped a moment at a junction staring down the hall. He turned and walked down the hall coming to the end, he reached out and placed a hand on the wall, he could feel the cold metal against his fingers as he ran it down, suddenly an old fleeting memory of the smell of smoke and fire hitting him. The room on the other side of the wall was just another set of quarters on this ship, but he had fond memories of spending plenty of time in those rooms. It wasn't so much home as much as it was safe. On his parent ships they had converted some of the spaces to help protect the families that were on board, adding additional resources to protect the rooms, even went as far as making them their own life boats in case the vessel has been lost. It was their way of protecting the few families they had on board. His brother and two sisters spent plenty of time in that room. He had run to this spot so many times, he could probably remember how to do it blind folded. He took a moment longer, closing his eyes and then he turned to head back down the corridor.
When he was going to the Academy he had dreamed of possibly serving on the current version of that vessel, granted it wouldn't have been the same but they had decommissioned that vessel and no other vessel had been added back to Starfleet's registry with the name Dark Angel, it had stopped with the "C". Not to mention when he was a kid, he dreamed of slaying the Jem'Hadar, and splatting the changelings, blowing 'cardies' out of space, on the old Dark Angel. But it was a different universe now than it was when he was growing up. Plenty of battles and wars since then mind you, but new enemies, and new faces. He had come to do his part and make his own way, but he also knew he would forever live with that shadow hanging over him from the past despite it not being his past, his father kind of had a reputation.
Kyle turned and stepped into the Turbolift. "Engineering" he said leaning against the back of the lift. Another habit he had picked up no doubt from his father. 'The Turbolift lean". Really it wasn't anything different than any other person did, but it was his dad's thing, and now it was his. Though he had his suspicions all the Qul'tuq kids probably did. Well maybe not Kayleigh, she was her own bit of special. The thought of that brought a smile to his lips, and he made a mental note to send a communique to his sister later. He took a breath and stepped off the lift heading down to engineering, he needed more parts, and to dump off some recycling.
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Post by Einar on Feb 2, 2018 9:25:31 GMT
really great log ! I love your writing
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Post by Nola on Feb 7, 2018 22:37:35 GMT
A nice glimpse into Kyle's psyche. Nicely done, Dan
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Apr 5, 2018 2:41:05 GMT
OOC: So it is with heavy heart that I have to bow out of the sim. My schedule was forced to change as my employer decided to strike a service day from our line up. So rather than be laid off I agreed to have my schedule adjusted and unfortunately I will be working Sunday - Thursday now. I'm certain you all understand. So with that I am posting something to take my character out of play at least here for now, and putting him in a place I can use him if needed and leave open the possibility of returning one day should the availability change. I was really looking forward to some Normality with my schedule I got it, just not in the way I hoped. So the following was something I had been thinking about for some time, and I will likely play this out a bit in various logs over the course of the next while as it flows out of me. Its a bit sad, but it gives me an abrupt reason to have Kyle transfer out. Thank you for your support while I have been a part of the crew, I hope that I can in some way contribute here again in the future.
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Location: USS Princeton NCC-59804-A, Main Deflector Ensign Keith Qul’tuq
Keith pulled himself up onto the level with the the Navigational Deflector, he had come for the Induction Stabilizer. Slowly he pulled up a rope dragging his Kit and Parts Package up to him from below. ‘Work Smarter, not hard’ his dad had always said. Granted the transporter would have been so much easier, but why waste the energy. He grinned inwardly as he started pulling open the kit and started laying out the tools he would need. The Stabilizer was one of several that the ship had but this one had a bad ODN interface which they detected during the night shift while performing a standard Diagnostic. He had planned to take it offline and do the repair, he stared waiting for it to power down based on the schedule he had given the watch officer back in engineering.
“Springfield to Qul’tuq!” a voice called out from his communicator, and echoed in the large space.
Snaking his hand up he tapped the badge on his chest. “Qul’tuq here, go ahead!”
“Were going to power up the back up stabilizer and power down the one your working on.”
“I’m here, go ahead.” he said opening up the parts case he had brought and pulled out the ODN junction box examining it. “I will have this done in short order.” he said.
“I’ve no doubt Ensign.” the ships chief engineer’s voice called through the open com line.
Keith smiled broadly. “Aye sir.” he said.
“Alright, you should see that Stabilizer powering down now?”
He glanced up from the part in hand, and watched as the indicator lights faded. “Aye, it just powered down. Thank you, I’ll report back in once its up and running.” he said.
“Alright Keith, engineering out!” the communications line closed with a slight audible beep.
“Okay, let’s get you open!”
Keith grabbed for his magnetic driver, and began to remove the cowl over the stabilizer to get at its insides, and it only took a moment it was only six toggle bolts which released without issue. There was a sudden audible change in the sound the Deflector was making, which pulled Keith’s attention. He glanced around hearing the change, and then the sudden feeling of the ship quickly decelerating. To most it was subtle, but it was something he had gotten used to since he hard reported aboard.
He shrugged, and began disconnecting the ODN connections to the junction, as he pulled the Power Connection the ship suddenly shifted hard under him, and a cacophonous sound echoed through the hull, he felt himself rolling backwards, and managed to get a grip of the ladder before going over the side, but his tools and the parts he had laid out went tumbling down into the depths. “ghuyi’cha’!” he exclaimed loudly.
There was another explosion, and the vessel shuttered again causing him to swing out onto the ladder, the Red Alert Klaxon began ringing out. He felt his ears pop, his eyes went wide as he realized that that was a sign of a possible hull breach nearby, gripping the ladder he used his own weight to carry him down, deck by deck flew past, then with a tug he gripped and swung his legs onto his intended platform, and ran through the door only to be tossed headlong at the bulkhead ahead of him, he brought both arms up in time and used his momentum to deflect off the wall, then turned and started down the hall. His first few steps were labored and clumsy but he got his footing.
He stumbled into a lift as the ship rocked again. “Engineering!” he called out. The lights flickered this time as the vessel was struck violently again. The ride was short, and he was nearly thrown out of the lift as he arrived. He continued that momentum down the hall and into engineering moments later. Engineer’s were scrambling from station to station, it gave him a moment of pause, almost like everything was moving in slow motion.
“Shields are failing!” someone yelled.
This caused him to move again, he moved past several engineer’s including the chief engineer whose attention was on the pool table. He came to stand in front of power distribution, they had already begun rerouting power around damaged systems, panic set in a little as he realized that they didn’t have much to push to the shields.
“Keith, take life support to minimum and transfer that to shields!” he heard the Chief engineer shout over the newest round of explosions that ripped through the ship.
Without hesitation his fingers flew over the console routing the power away from life support, and over to the shields, which gave them a little more. “Done!” he said.
“Get a kit and get to deck four, there is an EPS conduit breach down there it’s secure but we need to get that back up!” the chief engineer called out.
“Aye!” he said and grabbed a kit as he exited the room, and headed back to the turbolift. The ship shuddered several more times as he made his way to the lift, “Deck four!” he said.
The lift doors slammed shut, and it shot upwards. Again the lift ride was short, and Keith could feel the adrenaline rushing through his system. As the doors parted it was the stuff of nightmares, the deck was smashed. He rushed out of the lift, pushing past the injured and fallen supports. He even had to duck under a wall that had given and leaned, as he passed he could see up into the deck above.
“Keith, over here!” he heard a familiar voice shout.
He rushed over pushing past more debris, the wall had blown out having given way to the EPS conduit rupture. “Cut that off!” he said over the sounds of snapping electrical conduit, and fire which was raging down the hall a short distance. “We don’t have much time!”
He nodded, and dropped his cut popping it open to retrieve the plasma cutter inside. He immediately went to work on the ripped open conduit, cutting through it slowly. The ship shuddered several more times, nearly sending him sprawling to the deck, but he managed to stay cutting away. The blown conduit vibrated the deck as it fell and hit, he glanced over and took the end of the conduit that he was being passed.
The deck erupted suddenly, debris flew in all directions. The heat was intense and only lasted a moment, an intense cold quickly engulfed him. His eyes grew wide as he tumbled through open space, his vision slowly growing darker watching his ship, his home tumbling away, burning. His lungs screamed for air, red crept into his vision, then darkness.
Location: USS Zorya, The Quarter’s of Kyle Qul’tuq.
Kyle burst from his bed screaming, crying out in pain and desperation. He gripped his chest, it was heaving, the pain he felt was surreal. He slowly stumbled away from the bed and crumpled to the floor as if all the energy had been sapped from his body. He felt the bond that he shared with his twin slipping, a bond that somehow spanned the cosmos slipping away, and then it was gone. Kyle could feel the sudden and immense weight of being alone pressing in on him. He felt himself heave a great sob, hugging himself. He didn’t need notice, his brother, his twin was gone in a flash of feeling and emotion.
“Ensign Qul’tuq, this is security is everything alright?” he heard the voice but it was like a distant echo, he couldn’t breathe, let alone form words. “Ensign, were coming in!” the voice called moments later, and a shaft of light burst from the door as it parted. He could hear the thumping of feet as one of them rushed to him. “Lieutenant Tomlin to Sickbay…” it was the last thing he heard before everything faded into darkness, emptiness, the only thing was the sound of his heart pounding away in his ears like a drum and soon it too faded as he slipped from consciousness.
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Post by Einar on Apr 5, 2018 11:45:07 GMT
amazing log! I am very sad to hear you are leaving us, but I sure hope you come back one day! It won´t be the same without Kyle!
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Post by spacedaisy on Apr 5, 2018 18:02:06 GMT
This log makes me sad in such a personal way, reading one of the twins dying. My DA heart is a little broken. Very well written Dan!
My first thought was, "Oh poor Sokoth, he's lost so much already!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2018 19:55:40 GMT
Sorry to see you go, Dan. You're always welcome, pop by anytime you get the chance, we'd be happy to see you.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Apr 7, 2018 1:30:22 GMT
OOC: Thank you for the kind words all, hopefully sometime in the future I will see a change that allows me to come back.
Location: USS Zorya, Sickbay (A joint log with Kyle Qul’tuq & Isabelle Rousseau)
“Ensign Q’ultuq, can you hear me?”
Doctor Rousseau passed her tricorder over the half vulcan, half klingon engineer’s abdomen. She punched several buttons on the biobed console, bringing up his vitals. His heart was racing, his blood pressure was rising to dangerous levels.
“Ensign, stay calm. It’s going to be alright.” She spoke in an even reassuring tone.
Kyle blinked, he could hear the doctor but she sounded miles away, almost drowned out by the steady beat of his heart. He clenched his hands, and feet and had to fight the urge to curl into a ball. His extremities were numb, his lips tingle and he could feel his breathing was ragged. He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t, he couldn’t catch his breath.
Isabelle frowned. The ensign’s vitals were still climbing, and he seemed unable to calm down on his own.
“Dedoja!” She flagged down a nearby trill nurse. “I need 20cc’s Ativan and 20 cc’s of Melorazine.” A few seconds later the nurse efficiently produced the requested hypospray and Isabelle administered the medication immediately.
“Kyle, I need you to take a few deep breaths. You’ll be fine. We’ve got you.”
She glanced between the biobed display and the tricorder again, breathing a quick sigh of relief. Her patient’s heartbeat and blood pressure were slowly beginning to decrease to normal.
He could feel his body slowly start to relax, his breathing started to come in better breaths, and the feeling started to slowly creep back into his extremities, his eyes slowly came back into focus, and the dark ring that had threatened to close in on him slowly worked its way out of his vision. He blinked as his eyes cleared.
“How are you feeling? Better?” Isabelle’s eyes flicked to the biobed readouts and then back to her patient again.
He nodded.
“Do you know where you are?” she asked, setting the tricorder aside on the medical cart next to her.
“Sickbay.” he said, though the word stuck on his tongue ad came out distorted by his chattering teeth. He still felt cold, and it was a chill that penetrated to the bone.
The doctor disappeared from his sight for a moment, and he felt his pulse quicken. That rhythmic sound in his ears slowly increased, but then she appeared again with a couple of blankets, and it seemed to calm his rising anxiety. They were warm, and comforting. That ache he was feeling slowly receded as the chill was sapped from his extremities, and he could feel his body relax further, eyes were heavy.
After she was finished arranging the heated blanket over her patient’s feet, Isabelle pulled up a chair next to Q’ultuq and sat facing him. “Kyle, are you able to tell me what happened?”
“Keith.” he said, his voice betrayed his still shaken state.
“Keith?” She reached for a nearby PADD, pulling up his medical records. “That’s.. your brother, correct?” she asked, skimming over the information.
He simply nodded, his eyes continued to grow heavier with each passing moment.
“Ahh, your twin brother.” She glanced back to him. “Oh...” she exclaimed softly in realisation, nodding. “I see. That.. makes sense..”
Kyle watched as she went to work furiously typing something into the padd in her hand, then looked away as the doors to sickbay parted, he watched as the ships Executive officer crossed the room; she clearly wore a look of concern.
“What happened?” Commander Feyna asked staring down at the engineer.
His eyes were starting to slip, and the darkness slowly began to creep in as he started to lose the battle with consciousness.
Isabelle looked up at Feyna with a reassuring gesture of her hand. “He’ll be alright. I’ve given him a sedative, and something for his heightened anxiety. I’m still trying to piece the information together, but it would seem that it has something to do with his twin brother.” She pointed out the information on the PADD to Feyna. “He’s an engineer on the Princeton. I think something may have happened to him.”
“Nothing’s come over any intelligence reports that I know of, how would he know?”
“They are twins.. Half vulcans.” The doctor explained. “They may have a telepathic connection.”
“Oh.” Feyna nodded. “I’ve heard of that before but I don’t think I’ve known anyone that’s experienced something like this. I’ll update the Captain and ask him to look into it. Keep me apprised of his condition.” she said giving him one last look before heading back out of sickbay.
He lost the battle against the sedatives, and slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 7, 2018 12:59:00 GMT
I'm really sorry to see you go, Dan, but as always, real life must come first, right? But don't forget, you can always keep a toe in the water by posting in Spacedock, like I've been doing on and off this past year. I found that option to be a great way to keep in the loop, get to see what everyone was up to, and satisfy my need to RP regardless of my schedule.
I hope you give that a shot, so we don't have to lose you completely for the next while. A x
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Apr 7, 2018 18:04:40 GMT
Thanks A, I was considering moving him over to Odyssey to use as an NPC, but the spacedock could be an interesting option as well. I'm still trying to decide what direction the character should go so I have ideas I'm just not sure which one to go with yet. I'm going to probably consult a bit with Cj to get his opinion as well as I'm totally open to suggestions. I intend on continuing to write for the character until a time I can bring him back to a ship in the future. I was thinking about getting with Vanessa maybe about doing some things with the two of them since she's not able to attend the Odyessey/Tempest anymore because of her schedule as well in an effort to keep her rolling with her character Noemi as well. Still some more to come. Dan
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Apr 8, 2018 18:51:42 GMT
Location: USS Zorya, Quarters of Kyle Qul’tuq
Kyle laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, he had not really looked at it. After all the time he had been stationed aboard the Zorya he had never really took the time to stare at the ceiling of his own room, the textures, the blandness of it. For whatever reason it was compelling, and intriguing. He had been spending a lot of time in bed since his release from sickbay. He was still recovering from the shock of what he had experienced.
The door chime rang out but it sounded so distant he didn’t react at first but the second ring brought him around. “Come in!”
The doors parted and he could hear footsteps, but he didn’t bother to look. He knew what they were here for. He didn’t have to get up to know who it was either. “The Princeton?” he asked.
“She was found adrift just slightly off her patrol route.” Captain Zhihao said. “They were able to recover several of her crew still aboard and in the surrounding area in Escape pods. I’m sorry to say your brother’s body was found in the wreckage of the ship. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but it seems you already knew. Your family has been informed.” he said.
Kyle simply nodded, it took every fiber of his being not to lose his composure in front of his Captain.
“Take all the time you need, if you wish to head home to be with your family a ship will be rendezvousing with us in a few hours, they can take you back to the Sol System.” the Captain said.
“I would like to take a Leave of Absence.” he said, his voice was shaky.
The Captain nodded. “Understandable, do you have an idea for how long?”
“No, I need time.” he said.
The Captain studied him for a long moment. “I will put in your leave of absence and set a rendezvous. If I may say Ensign, you have a talent for engineering, and you certainly have potential. I hope you choose to return to the fleet once you’ve had a chance to heal. You would be more than welcome back on the Zorya.”
Kyle nodded. “Thank you sir.”
“I’m sorry for your loss Kyle. Please pass my condolences to your family.” he said and slowly made his exit.
9 hours later...
Kyle let out a deep sigh glancing around his quarters at all of the cases, his things he had spent the last several hours packing. The room was empty and artificial without his things on the wall, and he had not even had the time to really settle in. It was something he felt he would regret later, but it was still hard to imagine continuing on right now. He still felt a void in his chest where his heart had been. He had gotten the official word from Starfleet, and then from his father letting him know about the loss of his brother, it just proved to deepen the hole that he felt in his heart.
His communicator chirped pulling his attention, he hadn’t realized that it was probably the third time the disjointed voice called out to him over the communicator. “Lieutenant Bell to Qul’tuq!”
He reached up and tapped the badge on his chest, he stared for a moment. “Qul’tuq here, go ahead!”
“Everything alright Ensign?” the voice called a moment later.
He nodded unconsciously. “Yes, what can I do for you?”
“We’ve made our rendezvous with your ride back to Sol, just wanted to make sure you were good to beam your gear over?”
He nodded again unconsciously, then remembered the transporter technician couldn’t see him. “Yes, good to go.”
“Energizing now, see you soon.” the voice called and the communications channel beeped indicating the connection ended.
He sat and watched as the Transporter Effect engulfed his belongings and they shimmered out of existence. He took a moment to compose himself, pulling on his uniform jacket. He took a quick glance around the room again as he tugged his uniform straight. “Computer begin duty log!” he said and waited for the signal that the computer had accessed his log files.
“This will be my last log from the USS Zorya, I will be on a leave of absence from the fleet starting here in about an hour. I can’t think of a time that me and Keith didn't want to be a part of the fleet. Our parents influence on our future careers was certainly pointed, we were taking apart things from our young childhood, and as we grew older we got much worse.” a small grin appeared but for a moment. “It’s not going to be the same without him.” he said his gaze falling to the floor. “How do you move on from here? What’s next? Because I don’t know. What do you do when you lose such a connection, people lose family but not like this. Can I really come back to this?” he signed deeply.
“While my time here has been short, it has been a fantastic one. It brought to me some challenges that brought me closer to home, to my parents, to our old ship. What the future brings I do not know, I’ve got a lot of things I need to work through before I can decide how I want to come back..” he said, swallowing hard “If I want to come back.”
He stood for a long moment staring out the windows and the stars slipping by. “End log.” he said and turned to head for the Transporter room.
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