Personal Log Supplemental,
I just finished unpacking my few worldly possessions. My quarters look like they are about the size of an orb casing. With what little I've filled them with, there's no longer any room to even fit one of the Tears if I happened to be so lucky as to find it in my possession. When Starfleet designed the Nova-class, they definitely didn't allocate much room for junior officer's accommodations. Entertaining will be quite a feat in here, so I might just have to forgo that anytime soon. I'm not going to complain though. I'm used to living with only the essentials, the Occupation saw to that.
Besides, the room is definitely... functional. It's much like back at the Academy. I've got a replicator, a fresher complete with sonic shower, a computer terminal, a compact closet and a slightly more comfortable bed. A small one room place with just enough room for a single ensign. That's thee major upside: I don't have to share it with anyone else. The cramped, spartan space is my own.
I hung my paintings on the wall for inspiration, including that one I got on Deep Space 9 from the tailor's shop. It's called home and it features Bajor through the eyes of its painter, Tora Ziyal. She had a remarkable perspective, being half Bajoran but still seeing it partially through the eyes of an alien. It reminds me of the beauty I left behind and the reasons I joined Starfleet in the first place. It's a symbol of the prosperity the Federation brought to Bajor in the aftermath of the Cardassian's withdrawal.
I erected a small shrine in the corner of my room, though I'll have to sit in the middle of the room if I want to meditate. I used part of the closet as a bookshelf where I could store my sacred texts, the shrine located beside it. Other than that, there wasn't much I could do the place yet. It's still very spartan and doesn't quite feel like home. But that's what it'll be for a good long while, at least I hope. With any luck, time will help me warm up to the room.
On the more professional side, I met the ship's First Officer today. Commander Jaxx seems like a very down to earth person, one I can get along with well. I was so nervous I'm sure he would have picked up on my nerves even without his Betazoid empathy. If first impressions really are everything, then I'm going to have to do quite a bit to salvage this one.
I had much better luck with one of the ship's doctors, one Wilbur . We laughed and joked as he cleared me for duty. He even splattered my uniform with something called mustard accidentally. Apparently, it's a yellowish condiment used on Terran sandwiches. I changed and showered as soon as I got back to my quarters, even if the stain blended right into the yellow of my uniform. Besides, I have appearances to keep up. I'm off to meet him for a tour and a bite to eat as soon as his shift is over. Which judging by this chronometer is in a couple minutes so I better hurry off to the Casa Nova before he thinks I stood him up.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Stardate 238609.05
Personal Log, Ensign Anora Manar, Engineering Officer, USS Resolution, NCC-78145, Stardate 238609.05:
That whole sentence still seems foreign to my own ears, like the titles belong to someone else. Someone more worthy, perhaps. Or maybe someone who simply hasn't striven to achieve them for the past five years and then realized they were nowhere near ready for the responsibilities when they were all of a sudden thrust upon them mere hours after graduation. It took Starfleet Command a total of three hours to dispatch my new first assignment orders, complete with a sleek but slow type-9 shuttle named Antares to send me on my way. It was both an impressive and highly unexpected feat of bureaucratic prowess. I believe there's an old human saying that has something to do with lemons that is used in these circumstances. I remember hearing it at the Academy. All I can do is hope that I'm walking the path the Prophets have set out for me.
I spent the first three days of the voyage pouring over the kiloquads of information that came attached to my assignment orders. Apparently Command is just as fond of making us read as the Academy instructors were. Luckily, my new Commanding Officer decided to summarize most of the more important tidbits and compiled them into a single document. May the Prophets guide her on her true path and protect her on the journey. The required reading consisted of everything from personnel files to former mission overviews. By the end of it, I didn't want to read anything every again, but I had to admit that the USS Resolution was looking to be a very fine ship. Her crew seemed even finer, judging from what little of their personnel files I could access. While rank hath its privileges, apparently the rank of Ensign doesn't allow much remote access to the more informative files in Starfleet's databases.
The ship's specifications are quite impressive, from what I can tell, her sensors are practically unparalleled in the fleet. She's one of those Nova-class starships, designed for extensive research and exploratory missions. She might be small, but she sure has a lot to offer. I know I'm an engineer and it shouldn't be so much of a surprise to me, but it still gets me every time just how much we can cram into a small space. Yes, I understand the technology that allows for such miniaturization, but only the Prophets know why it still manages to catch me off guard time and time again.
As for the rest of the journey, I tried to find things to occupy my time. While she might have a beautiful cross-section and appear state-of-the-
That whole sentence still seems foreign to my own ears, like the titles belong to someone else. Someone more worthy, perhaps. Or maybe someone who simply hasn't striven to achieve them for the past five years and then realized they were nowhere near ready for the responsibilities when they were all of a sudden thrust upon them mere hours after graduation. It took Starfleet Command a total of three hours to dispatch my new first assignment orders, complete with a sleek but slow type-9 shuttle named Antares to send me on my way. It was both an impressive and highly unexpected feat of bureaucratic prowess. I believe there's an old human saying that has something to do with lemons that is used in these circumstances. I remember hearing it at the Academy. All I can do is hope that I'm walking the path the Prophets have set out for me.
I spent the first three days of the voyage pouring over the kiloquads of information that came attached to my assignment orders. Apparently Command is just as fond of making us read as the Academy instructors were. Luckily, my new Commanding Officer decided to summarize most of the more important tidbits and compiled them into a single document. May the Prophets guide her on her true path and protect her on the journey. The required reading consisted of everything from personnel files to former mission overviews. By the end of it, I didn't want to read anything every again, but I had to admit that the USS Resolution was looking to be a very fine ship. Her crew seemed even finer, judging from what little of their personnel files I could access. While rank hath its privileges, apparently the rank of Ensign doesn't allow much remote access to the more informative files in Starfleet's databases.
The ship's specifications are quite impressive, from what I can tell, her sensors are practically unparalleled in the fleet. She's one of those Nova-class starships, designed for extensive research and exploratory missions. She might be small, but she sure has a lot to offer. I know I'm an engineer and it shouldn't be so much of a surprise to me, but it still gets me every time just how much we can cram into a small space. Yes, I understand the technology that allows for such miniaturization, but only the Prophets know why it still manages to catch me off guard time and time again.
As for the rest of the journey, I tried to find things to occupy my time. While she might have a beautiful cross-section and appear state-of-the-
The rest of my time was taken up with poking around inside the Antares' lovely propulsion systems. I managed to install a more efficient M/AM conditioner and tampered with her plasma relays a bit, but there wasn't much I could do to make her go faster. After a solid two days of tinkering, she can now sustain warp 4.5 long enough to get me to my new home. Anything faster and she might simply give up while en route. Fortunately, we're only a few minutes from transporter range and her autopilot should be good enough to land safely without my guidance. So any moment now, I'll be able to remand her onto the care of the starbase's staff. With that happy thought in mind, I should probably get back to starring out into the starry expanse around me until I arrive.
Stardate 238609.01
Cadet Anora Manar here, with any luck soon to be Ensign. I guess today is as good a day as any to start keeping this log. The instructors have been trying to convince us that personal logs serve as some kind of therapeutic outlet for our frustrations, so while it isn't required that we keep one, it is definitely strongly recommended. So strongly that it's frowned upon if we don't. Only the Prophets know if this will bring about my salvation today. But I can pray it does.
So as you might have already guessed, today's the big day. In just under an hour, I'll be subjected to the Academy's most grueling tradition - the final exam. The past four years of hardship, studies and academic success mean nothing at all. In the end, everything comes down to this one day. My performance will be evaluated and my graduation approved or denied. I haven't any clue what scenario we'll be presented with, but that's apparently the entire point. We're supposed to react like we would in real life, with no preparation to help us out.
Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it.
So as you might have already guessed, today's the big day. In just under an hour, I'll be subjected to the Academy's most grueling tradition - the final exam. The past four years of hardship, studies and academic success mean nothing at all. In the end, everything comes down to this one day. My performance will be evaluated and my graduation approved or denied. I haven't any clue what scenario we'll be presented with, but that's apparently the entire point. We're supposed to react like we would in real life, with no preparation to help us out.
Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it.
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