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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 14:53:17 GMT
Captain...no, Commander's Log? Acting Captain? Sure, let's go with that. Acting Captain Sullivan Derringer of the USS Tempest.
While away on Patrol, the Tempest encountered some kind of anomaly on her sensors. Now, those of you listening at home are no strangers to my affinity for anomalies and such. So of course we checked the sucker out. Initial scans led the team to think we were dealing with some kind of Gravimetric Distortion..like a Pulsar or something. I don't know, Corky's the smart one. Anyway, we made contact with a nearby vessel -- the Axiom -- and got a closer look. The Axiom is one fine ship, might I add. Gotta get me one of those. The anomaly wasn't half bad either. It was like a big, rippling field of energy. Kinda gave me the chills loookin' at it if I'm honest. Corky suggested we probe the thing for a better idea of what it might be -- since obviously it wasn't anything we'd anticipated -- and I did what any Acting Captain would do and bravely resisted the urge to make any probe related jokes. Then, get this, the sucker moved. Folded up like a big ol' space umbrella and skeedaddled.
We'll keep looking into this thing, but I've got a hunch. I think it might be alive.
Acting Captain Derringer, out. End Log. No, not Egg nog, END LOG. Where's the button? End....END LO-
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Aug 3, 2017 19:17:15 GMT
Moving this to here from another source - This is the last Biography I had.
Commander Derringer, Sullivan Emily
Demographic Information Name: Sullivan "Sully" Emily Derringer Species: Terran Sub-Species: Caucasian-Male Date of Birth: April 1st, 2340 Age: 32 Stardate: 17249.54 Height: 5’11” Weight: 187 Hair Color: Red Hair Style: Short Mop Facial Hair: None Eye Color: Green Physical Description: Average to below average physicality, previously had a limp due to an engineering accident, has since recovered. Lean body type, strict dietary regiment
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Family Demographics & History Father: Donald "Duck" Derringer Profession: Starfleet Medical Officer - Retired Mother: Maggie Rosemary Lane-Derringer Profession: Starfleet Tactical Officer - Retired
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Other Relevant Information Previously served in the Engineering department of several ships in Starfleet, transferred frequently due to quote "Excentric behavior deemed unnerving or otherwise distracting to shipmates". Promotion to Executive Officer likely due to severe lack of literally any other candidate.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2017 1:21:16 GMT
Sully Derringer, back at it again.... I've been working on this mine for a while now, and since the away team is about to leave me in charge of the ship, I figure I'll record my thoughts:
As I theorized originally, the mine appears to operate with the aid of some sort of Artificial Intelligence. Preliminary studies indicate some pretty sophisticated programing, which makes sense given that this thing was able to dodge our attacks and specifically target the Valix. This kind of breakthrough means one thing:
I'll finally have something to hold over Johnny's head. He thinks he's so cool with his furry little psychic dog or whatever it was but that loser is dead or missing or whatever and here I am with my very own AI sidekick. Heck yes.
Oh also I guess theres some kind of emergency on the planet or whatever but they'll sort that out. Yep.
Boom.
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Post by spacedaisy on Sept 26, 2017 1:38:48 GMT
This seriously made me giggle.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2017 0:12:04 GMT
Sullivan Derringer, Acting Captain of the USS Tempest. Boy do I have a hot one for you this time, dear listener.
So check this out, the Vonnegut hit us up and was like, "We're totally under attack here my dudes, help!" And so naturally, your boy was like "En Route Amigo."
Long story short, I'm a tactical genius and we completely rocked two Section 31 ships. I'm definitely gonna rub the utter success of my missions in the away teams face once they get back from whatever they're doing on Ba'ku.
It's remarkable the level of professionalism, coordination, and skill present on a ship without Johnny.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2017 18:23:31 GMT
The corridor was a bit crowded today, though Elianna wasn’t sure why. She had been a little overwhelmed in her work of late and hadn’t been keeping up with any activities going on here at the station. For a moment she felt a flash of emotion, something vaguely disdainful. Something someone wanted to keep hidden. Her pace slacked a bit as she looked over her shoulder, trying to figure out more about it, but just as quickly as it had come, it had gone. Short of prying into people’s minds one by one, she couldn’t be sure of anything. “Things have clearly got me way too paranoid right now…” she inwardly dismissed her concern.
Sudden force stopped her in her tracks as she collided with an older gentleman. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” Elianna apologized sincerely. He looked familiar and she sought to connect a name with the face. All she could remember though was that she saw him the past few days taking tea at the little breakfast shop she frequented. His blue eyes twinkled a bit and he gave her a wink, “It’s quite alright Doctor. After all, it’s not everyday I get accosted by a lovely young woman!”
She laughed in response, the first time she had probably laughed in days. It felt very good. “I’m sure you’re beating all the women off with a stick,” she joked in kind. Her brain finally connected the face to a name, “How’s your leg been treating you Jerry? Any more pain?”
He shook his head slowly, “No ma’am that medicine really did the trick. Let’s just hope that when I get back home, the local doctor is as talented as you.”
“I’m sure they’ll take fine care of you, in the meantime enjoy your stay here and come see me in Sickbay if you need anything else.” Elianna patted his shoulder as she passed on by him, continuing towards her destination.
Finally leaving the main corridor, and most of the crowd, she took a less travelled hall. Mostly Starfleet officers here because there was little reason for any civilians to be back in this area. Even though it wasn’t strictly off limits. She came to the office door and went inside without ringing first. Dropping into the empty seat facing the desk, she sighed. “I’ve got a problem, Sully.”
Seeing his door open suddenly and without warning, Sully folded up his journal and placed it neatly in his desk as quickly as he could manage. He looked up from his desk just as Elianna spoke, and could see on her face that she was in a bit of a mood.
“Oh, hello Elianna. Yes my day has been going great thank you. How’re you? No, please do take a seat. A problem, huh?” Sully said dryly, leaning back in his chair and trying to keep a straight face.
“I’ve got a problem too. Apparently my door needs repairs, but I’m sure you would’ve seen that on your way in.” His expression softened, and Sully straightened in his seat, folding his hands on his desk and looking at Elianna. For being the Tempest’s Chief Medical Officer, the two of them seemed to rarely have cause to interact, which Sully figured must have been a good thing and no doubt a result of his rigorous dietary practices. “What’s the problem, and how can I help?” he finally relented.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I just didn’t think, too much on my mind,” she said apologetically. It seemed like she couldn’t quite get anything right when interacting with her crewmates these days. It was her own fault for being too wrapped up in her own world.
“Relax, I was kidding.” Sully interjected. “It’s nice actually, to get some time to really talk with you and see you rather than, you know, not.”
Tipping her head a bit as she looked at him, she smiled slightly and replied, “I suppose recent events have kept us all pretty busy in our own departments. Sometimes I feel like I am a recluse who lives almost entirely within Sickbay and my personal quarters. I rarely get time to do anything with anyone these days. Speaking of which…”
She set a PADD down on his desk, “This is the third time they’ve redirected transfers coming into my department. I’ve been requesting three more medical officers and another nurse for weeks now. Every time they get redirected to another ship, another station, whatever. This station is huge, Sully. It’s not like on the Tempest, there is a civilian presence here. Which means people coming in for every sniffle, pain and cough you can imagine. I just can’t run it on such a small staff.”
Rubbing her forehead in frustration she explained, “I figured that since you are in charge of personnel, maybe you could do something?”
Sully flipped the PADD around, scanning the contents briefly. He scrunched his nose, nodded, and flipped the PADD back.
“Put together a list of the people you need, and I’ll prioritize it. You’ll get your staff. I’m not sure who keeps snaking your staff away or why but I’ll put an end to that quick fast. Personally if I have to.”
As she listened to his response she was struck by how much he really grew into the leadership position since she first met him. It was impressive really, the way he handled things. All she said though was, “I can do that. And I really appreciate your help Sully. It means a lot.”
“It’s no problem. I appreciate that you came to me with this.”
Sully let out a short sigh, wiping his forehead with the back of his thumb. The thought of navigating the usual red tape and politics of his job made him preemptively exhausted.
“What about you, El? Anything you want to talk about? How’re you doing?”
Elianna looked at him in mild surprise at the question. She paused for a moment to consider it, and to wonder when was the last time anyone had asked. How was she doing, really? “I am finding myself increasingly concerned over everything that has been happening. It has me looking over my shoulder all the time, which I’m not a big fan of. And not to mention stretched much too thin. But then which of us isn’t?” She offered a wan smile, betraying how tired she actually felt.
“How about yourself? How is being XO of a ship and a station treating you?”
Sully drummed his fingers on his desk before responding, “You know, almost a quarter century later and paperwork is still pretty much the same. There’s just a ton more now, I guess. I’m alright. For a minute there I was so focused on the Paris, on finding a way to make up for everything, I kinda lost myself a bit. I think I’ll do much better with it all if I just focus on making the best of what we’ve got. Just because this is the future doesn’t mean we have to keep living in the past, right?”
Her gaze dropped to her hands for a moment as she answered, “That’s what they keep telling me.”
She drew a deep breath, moving on to better thoughts and looked back at him with sincerity, “It suits you Sully. Leadership, I mean. Paperwork aside that is,” she joked before continuing on a more serious note, “I should have told you already that I am glad to serve under you. And I’m sorry. For not giving you more support at the beginning. You deserved better.”
“No, no.” Sully waved a hand, letting a grin sneak out as he realized why Elianna had really come to visit him. “It’s fine. You have nothing to apologize for.”
Sully thought for a moment, genuinely struck by the admission. “If you didn’t respect me, it is because I didn’t command respect. I know I’m strange, but I’m working on it. Is that all?”
“Don't change too much, I rather like your more unique qualities,” she returned the grin and stood up. “Yes that was all. I suppose I should let you get back to work.”
Elianna headed for the door then stopped and turned around once more, “Hey when you have time, I might like to take you up on that old offer to reorganize my quarters using feng shui or what not. I could probably use the change.”
Sully pumped his fist, excited to have someone bring up his hobby. “Sure thing.” he said, watching as Elianna left his office, which had been optimized for feng shui purposes.
“Awesome.” he whispered.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 22:34:51 GMT
Commander Derringer, Odyssey...supervisor? Look, I never really know how to start these things. You know who I am. It's me.
Anyway, six months in and Operation Sidekick is going well. I'm just missing one crucial element of my plan: an actual sidekick. I'll keep at it though, I'm sure I'll find something.
We got some engineers in from the Morocco, and there was an incident in one of the Biolabs. When I think about it, my Karma goes all whacked. Probably something to look into.
Also, there's a new operations person that I really like. Hard worker, funny name though. I'll make a note in their file.
Derringer out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 6:46:26 GMT
Sully Derringer, Commander, USS Tempest.
I talk a big game. I wear this face, this guy with the quirky attitude and the funny jokes and the music. But the truth is I'm...I don't know. Scared? Confused? Maybe a little of both.
Our crew, my crew, we're dropped twenty odd years into the future, and before we know it we're fighting a war with strangers on both sides. When I took this position, I took on the responsibility of every person on my ship. How can I ask them to fight a war I know nothing about? After all we've been through how can we be expected to put our lives on the line like this? I don't want war. I want to go out into the stars and discover.....something. I want peace and hope and...
When I took this job, a friend told me it wouldn't matter what I wanted. At the end of the day we play the hand we're dealt. It is my job to put on that face and to tell those jokes and to crank up the music because if it helps even one member of my crew to forget for just a second that we're stranded in the future, that any moment an unmarked, unregistered Nebula class vessel could knock us out of warp and beat our shields to hell, maybe it'll be worth it.
I just wish I could forget, too.
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Post by spacedaisy on Nov 9, 2017 5:29:54 GMT
DH I loved this log, seriously good stuff!
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Post by Nola on Nov 12, 2017 2:30:11 GMT
I 'liked' that log and then unliked it just so I could 'like' it a second time. Thank you for this glimpse into Sully, DH
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 4:51:18 GMT
Sullivan Derringer, Commander, USS Tempest, Odyssey Station,
You ever say something out loud, and like, it happens? I went to debrief with Captain Savage, and we got a call from Admiral Walker. Two hundred ships added to our station's detail just like that. *And* they are fixing up the Tempest. *And* he's giving us a loaner ship in the meantime. Do I have magic powers? Of course not. That'd be ridiculous. Besides, if that were true, I'd have a f@*#ing sidekick already.
Anyway. Oh the one hand, this back up and the new ship is great news. We might finally have the wiggle room we need, and I think it might pick my spirits up. On the other hand throwing that kind of firepower behind us can only mean things are about to get way more serious. I guess I'll find out at this meeting Admiral Vrom is calling.
Derringer Out.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2018 4:39:40 GMT
Sullivan Derringer, Commander USS Finnmark, USS Tempest, and Odyssey Station,
The recording begins, but no audio is recorded for a tense few, quiet moments. Finally, after what seems to be a deep, labored sigh, a voice can be heard.
Am I a coward? I mean, I want to be brave, but is that enough to count as me actually being brave? That whole schtick about how 'Courage isn't the absence of fear, but the willingness to act in spite of fear.' keeps playing over and over in my head but the thing is I didn't act. I sent the Away Team out to act in my place. And I did it because the station we're investigating is crawling with Chronotron radiation. The last time I dealt with anything remotely related to messing around with time, I had to watch a whole bridge full of crew burn alive. Something inside me didn't want to risk seeing something like that again, so I passed the buck.
Another pause in the recording, this one slightly shorter in length and accompanied by brief shuffling and sniffling.
Then again maybe the bravest thing to do is to admit weakness. Maybe recognizing how ineffective I would have been in the field, and trusting my team to act without me, maybe that means I'm brave after all. And I did come up with the idea to track the team's radiation trail when the scanners couldn't pick them up. If I was on the station, we may have been flying blind. Yeah. That's a nice thought. It's funny how these choices kind of add up in the end, isn't it?
I don't know if I'm a coward. I don't think I'm brave either. Maybe I'm something else. Maybe I'm just....trying.
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Post by spacedaisy on Jan 17, 2018 4:44:37 GMT
Where is the love button? Your logs just keep getting better and better!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2018 5:24:13 GMT
Too kind.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Jan 17, 2018 16:17:23 GMT
That is some good stuff! Nicely done DH!
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