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Post by Chris H on Mar 20, 2018 21:03:26 GMT
Begin Personal Log
Stardate: 11803.20
Name: Demetrius Cordan
Rank: Ensign
Current Ship Serving Aboard: USS Zorya NCC-86273
Position: OPS Officer
Log Begins:
So two new crewmembers a Human male called Jeremiah Perez-Rome who is our new navigations officer and also a Vulcan female called T'ali, Tee, apostrophe, ay, ell, eye... T'ali.
I have to say it has been a while since I have seen a Vulcan in person. I think the last time I saw a Vulcan was about 30 years ago. I do have to say even though they may be a bit stingy and boring etc. etc. they are quite a nice people, good lovers too. When the Pon farr comes around it is certainly an enjoyable time.
Anyways, new officers mean paperwork for me. Oh, I can't wait at all. So we are embarking on another mission, this time to the Cardassian DMZ, no idea why we are there I just know we are needed and that we will do everything we can no matter what.
Ensign Demetrius Cordan Signing off.
End of Personal Log Entry.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2018 18:27:31 GMT
"When the Pon farr comes around it is certainly an enjoyable time" Nice log Chris
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Post by aoibheni on Mar 21, 2018 18:44:52 GMT
"When the Pon farr comes around it is certainly an enjoyable time" Nice log Chris eh... lads, I do hope you're all not expecting to join in when it DOES come around. In, like, seven years or whenever.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2018 11:13:16 GMT
When is T'ali due? ::gets out his calendar::
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Post by aoibheni on Mar 22, 2018 12:58:42 GMT
Form an orderly line, boys. It may be a while...
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Post by Chris H on Apr 9, 2018 12:56:17 GMT
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Post by Einar on Apr 9, 2018 13:33:25 GMT
that was fun Chris! Thanks
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Post by Chris H on Apr 9, 2018 13:36:02 GMT
Welcome. It was fun.
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Post by Chris H on Apr 9, 2018 16:30:28 GMT
Joint log with aoibheni as SCI Ensign T'ali
Stardate: 11803.29
Cordan sits at his console at the front of the command circle finishing a diagnostic waiting for the certain time that he organised with the new Science Officer. "Almost done."
T'ali observed the young Ensign at Operations for a moment, waiting for the exact time they had scheduled to meet. Her internal chronometer was precise, and she occupied herself counting down the seconds. Nodding once in reaching the top of the hour, she stepped forward and spoke, "although I fail to see the advantage of a guided tour of a ship whose schematics I have thoroughly memorized, I am here, Ensign."
Cordan turns around and says, "Well Ensign. It is seeing what things are like on the ship, from a personal viewpoint not a schematics viewpoint as each department runs each room differently." He says getting off his station and taking his personal PADD with him. "So where would you like to begin?"
Her eyebrow raised and her lips remained very lightly pursed. One of the more problematic traits she had observed in non-Vulcans was a reckless propensity to joyfully improvise without warning. In one of her lighter moments - of which, there are not many - she had mused that requiring the emotional races to wear a small light atop their heads that would flash a warning prior to such an event would certainly improve a situation like this. But of course, none of her internal discomfort reflected on her face. "Perhaps it is best that the tour guide... guides", she suggested.
"Of course Ensign. Have you been to see the quatre master yet about your uniform?" He says now standing up and pointing towards the turbolift.
"Is there something incorrect about the uniform I am currently wearing" she enquired, clasping her hands lightly behind her back.
Looking a the Vulcan's body, "So certainly not. I am talking about if you need replacement uniforms and of course the dreaded dress uniform." He says smiling and putting his hands behind his back with his personal PADD in one hand.
"I have worn a dress uniform on three separate occasions, Ensign Cordan. On none of them did I observe any indication of dread in those around me. Perhaps if you have observed otherwise, you would benefit from visiting the counsellor."
T'ali glanced around the bridge, aware that this tour was evolving into more of a stationery conversation. "I have all the... clothing... I require. Thank you."
When the turbolift doors open he motions for the Ensign to go in first. "Ladies first, and no-one shows on their faces that they don't like the dress uniform but no-one really wants to wear it. Trust the person who has lived 10 lifetimes and is on his 11th lifetime. As you wish, so let's start on deck 4 which I presume you will be spending a lot of time at when not on the bridge. So shall we?" He says smiling.
T'ali stepped into the turbolift after a moment's pause. She was finding Ensign Cordan's joviality a challenging experience. She faced the wall of the turbolift for a calming breath, then turned and faced him once more. "I believe most of my time will indeed be spent in Deck 4's Science labs, yes. I have many experiments I am eager to return to now that I have arrived. I will be putting in a request for space in the botanical section of the Biology labs to do a study into some intriguing flora I have in my possession. Have you an interest in host-plant resistance methods, Ensign Cordan?"
He chuckles, "I don't sadly, but that request I can certainly help you with that." He taps the button and the turbolift sets off towards deck 4.
"Thank you," she responded as the turbolift slowed to a halt and the doors opened again to reveal Deck 4.
'Well, that is certainly rare, a Vulcan saying thank you.' He says in his head. Now looking forward, "Here is deck 4. After you." He says pointing his arm out for the Vulcan to go first.
She moved gracefully out of the turbolift, noting a slight reduction in the aroma of humanity on this deck. She surmised that this was due to the number of scientists at work in EVA suits, working inside sealed areas, the increased environmental purification systems that existed in the biogenics and medical areas, and perhaps, she thought, gratifyingly, an improvement in the ratio of Vulcans to humans in the Sciences.
"As we complete your tour," she said as she walked somberly along the corridor towards Sickbay, "perhaps you could tell me your impressions of the other senior crewmembers aboard this ship."
"Of course. Anyone in particular or do you want me to comment on all the senior officers?" He says smiling ready to offer any information he can to Ensign who he has noticed now has a calmer look about her which makes him think that she now feels more at home in this section of the ship.
"A study cannot be declared complete until every variable has been accounted for, Ensign Cordan." She turned her head as she walked to observe him. "Your opinion of the entire senior staff would be invaluable."
"Of course, Ensign. Well, Captain Jiang is an honest and true man and I trust every decision he has made and will make. Lieutenant Commander Feyna can seem a bit tough but she means well. While I haven't had a lot of time to get to know Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome I can tell he will be a good man and a good officer. Now, Lieutenant Commander Rousseau, she is lovely very kind and the wife of Lieutenant Soule Douglas who is a good man as well. Then there is Ensign Qul'tuq I don't really know him haven't met him actually so don't have anything to say about him. I think that is everyone. "He says smiling and beginning to walk alongside her as she heads to sickbay.
"An objective, equitable summary, indeed..." she observed dryly, learning more about Cordan from his descriptions of the other senior staff than about any of them. "And how, do you believe, would they describe you?" She came to a slow halt outside Sickbay. She did, after all, need to report for her initial physical exam.
"Well, that is quite hard. I suppose I might be described as a kind, caring, person." He rubs his head, "I don't know I do find it hard to think what others might think of me. I think also to one of our previous missions they might also think I am a religious nut. He says with a half smile on his face.
"Eleven lifetimes and yet, you have little knowledge of how others view you?" T'ali raised an eyebrow. "Conceivably, that is a subject as worthy of exploration as this ship," she added, stepping closer to Sickbay's double doors. They opened with a customary sigh. "And perhaps now is the time to begin your much overdue introspection."
"I can give it a try but eleven lifetimes means I can get muddled up with who I am thinking off. Living more than one lifetime means your life doesn't always make a lot of sense." He decides it is time to let the Ensign go about her business, "Well then Ensign. It has been a pleasure. I hope you enjoy your physical exam, see you on the bridge." He says smiling.
"I am grateful for the tour," she replied, bowing very slightly in a gentle one-shoulder gesture before turning her attention to Sickbay and disappearing from view.
Cordan turns around and heads back to the turbolift.
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Post by Chris H on Apr 20, 2018 18:00:52 GMT
Recorded Stardate: 11804.20
Lieutenant Junior Grade Demetrius Cordan Goodbye
Cordan sits down in front of his terminal in his room and turns it on, "Begin Personal Log, Stardate: 11804.1...... no not 19...... Stardate: 11804.20."
He rubs a tear from his eye and continues, "Ens....." He chuckles, "Lieutenant Junior Grade Demetrius Cordan. So, I really had hoped I wouldn't have to write this in a different body, but thank you for all the memories you gave me....... him." He grabs a tissue from a box he had replicated and wipes a tear and blows his nose, "I have been promoted, just like you said I would. You remember I was dreading being put into a new body, especially if it was young, but you re-assured me it would be ok." RECORDING PAUSED! RECORDING DELETED! RECORDING RESUMED! "So thank you again. You made me complete, helped me when I was at my worst. Brought me back to sense when I was at my most insane. It was a pleasure to call you, my wife, my soulmate and my best friend. You made sure I was happy even when you weren't. I will miss you now and forever more."
[End of Log Entry]
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Post by Chris H on Jun 18, 2018 17:28:59 GMT
It has taken us a while to get this finished and I have loved every second of it. Pleasure working with you Babs as always.
[TITLE TO COME]
11806.04 (Joint log, Cordan and Rousseau)
Cordan, realising his problem, decides he should go seek medical help. So he is walking down the corridor to Rousseau’s office he waits outside.
She had just been making the rounds, and was now returning from checking in on her remaining critical patients in the ICU, and turned the corner to her office to find the Chief of operations standing outside of her door. “Lieutenant, what can I do for you? Do you have an appointment?” Isabelle shuffled through the armload of padds that she was holding and pulled one of them from the pile, swiping through windows to find her schedule for the day.
He chuckles, “No Commander. I don’t, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He says eyeing the Doctor up and down slightly noticing something different but nothing large that it makes him ask her then and there.
“Come in, have a seat. I have a spare few minutes..” She typed in the code to her office and stepped through the door, dumping the pile of padds onto a side table with a clatter, and then sat at her desk facing Cordan. “What’s on your mind?”
Walks in and takes a seat on the opposite side of the desk, “Thank you sir. Well it is kinda a problem that has spanned a few lifetimes, about three I think.” He says rubbing his head.
“That’s a long time to have the same problem.. Want to describe it for me?”
“Well, you know how people have drug addictions?”
“I do…” She nodded, prompting him to continue the slow trickle of information.
“Well, this is sort of the same but with the holodeck and history. Does that sound weird to you?” He says smiling at the Doctor.
“So.. a holodeck addiction?” She shook her head..“No, I don’t think it’s weird. In fact it’s more common than you might think. You must be finding that it’s interfering in your daily life or duties in some way, or you wouldn’t be here.. Am I correct?”
“In a sort of way yes. I think it is interfering in the fact I can sometimes find myself daydreaming about it.” He looks at a PADD in his hand, “I even sometimes do research. Now, whereas most people spend the equivalent of 2 days in the holodeck over a month. I can do that in a week.” He rubs his face, “I think it is something wrong though, if it is affecting me for three lifetimes, two lifetimes for the holodeck and then one lifetime was all an obsession with history.” He says giving her a half smile.
“And have you been doing this recently?” She thought she vaguely remembered Cordan leaving the bridge in the middle of duty shift just a few hours ago. She hadn’t been paying full attention, but it did seem a little strange at the time.
He thinks slightly, “Yes and no. Recently my time has been spent with the Voltaire simulations and not my personal simulation trying to give us an edge in some way to fight them.”
“That sounds reasonable enough, especially since it was for the benefit of the ship..” she nodded, adding some notes to his file. “Do you have an example of a time that you felt your use of the holodeck was an interference?”
He nodded, “Once, a few weeks ago. I was supposed to be doing a minor checkup and repair of an EPS junction and I found myself working on my simulation, my problem is. I lose track of time as I get engrossed into it.” He rubs his head, “Well that is the only major mess up, well recently in this lifetime.”
“That’s a relatively minor problem.” She replied. “But I suppose my next question should be, what is it about this particular simulation has you so engrossed that you’re losing track of time.. if you don’t mind me asking, especially since it bothers you enough to come and seek help?”
He smiles, relieved he can tell someone now. “Well, it is quite ingenious. I was so fascinated by old Earth entertainment, particularly a radio show called, The Navy Lark, I liked it so much that it has taken me two lifetimes to recreate H.M.S. Troutbridge and her crew. I even added some of our own crew to it.” He says smiling.
“That sounds very interesting. So.. an old program from, I’m guessing, the twentieth century? Again, not too unusual, it’s a popular era of entertainment..“ Isabelle nodded, absorbing this new information, though she had no idea what the Navy Lark was.
She typed in a few more notes into his file before looking back to Cordan, unsure if she’d heard what she thought she just had.. “Wait, you said you’ve added some of our own crew? Are they.. aware that their likenesses are in your program?” She kept her expression neutral, not passing any judgements just yet.
He smiles, “I haven’t told anyone as of yet, mostly because the holograms that resemble the crew are not yet finished. I kinda wanted it to be a surprise, my gift to the crew so to say. You are right as well, it is the twentieth century, a time that was a bit more simple.” He says smiling and now sitting with his legs crossed.
She sighed, trying very hard not to burst the lieutenant’s bubble. But... “Mr. Cordan, I can appreciate that you’ve got the best of intentions, but I can think of at least three examples from the past where that didn’t turn out very well.. They even teach it in ethics class at Starfleet Academy. And even though there’s no official regulation to prohibit the use of an officer’s likeness on the holodeck without their permission, not everyone may like it.. Even if it’s meant to be a surprise.”
“Aye sir. I will request to ask them about it later.” Cordan being the observant person he is notices something about Rousseau. “Commander, is there something different about you?” He says looking puzzled.
“Oh.. uh, sorry?” She looked bewildered by the sudden change of subject. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, you seem to have an almost glow around you, which seems familiar, well to me that is.” He says remembering back to two of his previous hosts.
“Glow?” She gave a bemused shake of her head, realising what he was talking about now. But it was beside the point. He’d already admitted that he had recreated crewmembers in a holodeck program without their permission, and now he was asking her personal questions... there were some boundary issues to be worked on here.
“Mr. Cordan, I’m not obligated to let you know if there’s anything going on with me personally,” she replied, deciding to let him wonder for the time being; she didn’t feel much like discussing her state of health with him right now, glowing or otherwise.
“I know.” Cordan admitted with a sense of failure. “I am sorry for prying, I will also be removing the crew from my simulations. I do apologize for wasting your time.” He says getting up to leave.
“Learning is never a waste of time, Lieutenant.” Isabelle responded. “And I think the lesson learned here today, is that while there is nothing wrong with spending time making up stories on the holodeck.. as long as it doesn’t interfere with your work, it would be healthier to be with the crew as their real versions rather than as holodeck characters. I’d suggest finding a friend or a few to spend time with. Maybe even show them your program once you’ve revised it... They may even enjoy it as much as you do.”
Cordan chuckles, “Friends are an outdated concept, Doctor Rousseau. I am afraid many people tend not to like me, which is why I like to spend time on the holodeck where I can escape reality and don’t have to face the facts of life and know that people don’t actually like me.” He turns around to face Isabelle, “I don’t find making friends easy, or even talking socially easy, I find I struggle to make and keep friends as I am what some people call, socially awkward.” He says standing with his arms behind his back.
“No one is forcing you to make friends if you don’t want to, Lieutenant. But..you told me a few minutes ago that you wanted to introduce the crew to your holoprogram. Which tells me that you want people to like you, and enjoy spending time with you, doing something that you enjoy doing. Which is a large part of friendship. So I disagree that you think friends are an outdated concept.” She gave him a kind smile. “You just need the tools to get past your social anxiety. It’s your choice though.. If you want to talk about this further, my door is always open.”
“Thank you sir. I definitely will be back to talk, it is just ever since I was a mum twice, I found it hard to talk to people the same way especially been as how my daughter became my next host, so thank you I will see you around.” He says waving, walking out the door and continuing down the corridor away from the good doctor’s office.
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Post by Einar on Jun 20, 2018 7:40:20 GMT
wow guys, that was a fantastic log no wonder he keeps running off to the holodeck.
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Post by aoibheni on Jun 20, 2018 8:02:20 GMT
That was really sweet, you two. Well done on capturing a rare quiet moment.
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Post by Chris H on Jun 20, 2018 16:20:22 GMT
Thanks, guys. It was certainly fun.
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Post by Chris H on Dec 3, 2018 20:08:44 GMT
Personal Log
Stardate: 11811.12
It is visible that Cordan throws something from his desk across the room. "Why did I not see the energy build up? Why the hell was I not monitoring the damn....." He kicks a chair over in frustration. ".... If anything severely happens to him, I am probably going to say that I am held responsible and if I am not. Then I should be. I monitor the power flow, for the ship. I make sure that the ship is ok, I should have seen on the sensors that the damn noise was something that isn't right." The recording goes blank but audio can still be heard, sounds of things being thrown around and Cordan mumbling to himself. The screen comes back to a visual of Cordan kneeling down with what looks to be a Bajoran earring in his right ear, “Prophets, may you guide him in his quest of healing and watch over him as he recovers. May this not change who he is and may he be returned to us safely. Guide the hands of the medical team and Commander Rousseau to help our valiant pilot recover and heal as a ship can only fly as well as it’s the best pilot. "
End of log.
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