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by Spacedaisy
Sun May 15, 2016 12:52 am
Forum: U.S.S. Tempest (Syndicate Sim)
Topic: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs
Replies: 107
Views: 6610

U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

This is where we will post our Mission logs and Personal logs. Below you will find a hyperlink index for ease in locating information on each log pertaining to particular missions or stardates.

Training Cruise Pt 1- Stardate: 47393.90 - Commodore Jenkins
Training Cruise Pt 2 - Stardate: 47395.22 - Commodore Jenkins
Training Mission: Distress Signal - Stardate: 47820.72 - Commander Oliver Savage
Training Mission: Planet Fall Pt 1 - Stardate: 47821.10 - Commander Oliver Savage
Training Mission: Planet Fall Pt 2 - Stardate: 47821.24 - Commander Oliver Savage
Training Mission: Planet Fall Pt 3 - Stardate: 47823.01 - Commander Oliver Savage
Training Mission: Planet Fall Pt 4 - Stardate: 47823.77 - Chief Medical Officer Elianna Kestran
Federation News Network Broadcast #1
Training MIssion: Planet Fall Pt 5 - Stardate: 47823.66-47877.67 - Cmdr T'Mora (USS Bradbury), Dr. Montgomery (SF:Medical), Captain Savage

"Recovery" Part 1 - Stardate: 47880.93 - Mission Recap/No Log
"Recovery" Part 2 - Stardate: 47881.13 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Recovery" Part 3 - Stardate: 47917.20 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Recovery" Part 4 - Stardate: 47918.72 - Captain Oliver Savage

"Shakedown" Part 1 - Stardate: 47922.08 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Shakedown" Part 2 - Stardate: 47922.06 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Shakedown" Part 3 - Stardate: 47923.85 - Captain Oliver Savage
Federation News Network Broadcast #2 - Stardate: 47924.99
"Shakedown" Part 4 - Stardate: 47925.39 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Shakedown" Part 5 - Stardate: 47938.62 - Captain Oliver Savage

"Through the looking glass" - Part 1 - Stardate: 48162.96 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Off Duty - Holodeck Antics" - Stardate: 48161.04 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Through the Looking Glass" - Part 2 - Stardate: 48163.06 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Through the Looking Glass" - Part 2 - Stardate: 48163.06 - Commander Sully Derringer
"Through the Looking Glass" - Part 3 - Stardate: 70921.01 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Through the Looking Glass" - Part 4 - Stardate: 70924.97 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Through the looking glass" - Part 5 - Stardate: 70927.15 - Captain Oliver Savage, Cadet Cameron Corcoran

"The Quake" - Part 1 - Stardate: 70927.67 - Captain Oliver Savage, Cadet Cameron Corcoran
"The Quake" - Part 2 - Stardate: 70927.90 - Captain Oliver Savage, Cadet Cameron Corcoran, Ensign Eldrida Trost
"The Quake" - Part 3 - Stardate: 70928.09 - Captain Oliver Savage, Lt. Cmdr Elianna Kestran, Cadet Cameron Corcoran, Lt. Jg. Johnny Cleveland, Ensign Eldrida Trost
"The Quake" - Part 4 - Stardate: 70928.21 - Captain Oliver Savage, Lt. Cmdr Elianna Kestran, Cadet Cameron Corcoran
"The Quake" - Part 5 - Stardate: 70930.87 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Quake" - Part 6 - Stardate: 70848.84 - Captain Oliver Savage

"Temporal Headache" - Part 1 - Stardate: 70931.17 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Temporal Headache" - Part 1 - Stardate: 70931.23 - Councilor Trost
"Temporal Headache" - Part 1 - Stardate: 70931.19 - Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran
"Temporal Headache" - Part 2 - Stardate: 70931.40 - Councilor Trost
"Temporal Headache" - Part 2 - Stardate: 70931.32 & 70932.08 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Temporal Headache" -
Part 2 - Stardate: 70932.10 - Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran

"Temporal Headache" - Part 3 - Stardate: 73932.43 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Temporal Headache" - Part 3 - Stardate: 73932.43 - Lieutenant Commander Eliana Kestran
"Temporal Headache" - Part 3 - Stardate: 73932.43 - Commander Sully Derringer
"Temporal Headache" - Part 4 - Stardate: 73932.60 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Temporal Headache" - Part 5 - Stardate: 73932.83 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Temporal Headache" - Part 6 - Stardate: 73975.16 - Captain Oliver Savage

"Prisoner Transfer" - Part 1 - Stardate: 73976.76 - Captain Oliver Savage
Joint post by Oliver Savage (SokothQultuq) & Elianna Kestran (SpaceDaisy)
Personal Log by Elianna Kestran (SpaceDaisy)
Personal Log by Elianna Kestran (Space Daisy)
"Prisoner Transfer" Part 2 - Stardate: 73973.92 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Prisoner Transfer" - Part 3 - Stardate: 73976.72 - Captain Oliver Savage
Captain Oliver Savage - Personal Log - Stardate: 73975.34

"Mental Layover" - Part 1 - Stardate: 73977.04 - Captain Oliver Savage

"Odyssey" - Part 1 - Stardate: 73977.65 - Captain Oliver Savage
Captain Oliver Savage - Subspace Communique - Stardate: 73980.65
Captain Oliver Savage - Personal Log - Stardate: 73983.10
"Odyssey" - Part 2 - Stardate: 73984.37 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Odyssey" - Part 3 & 4 - Stardate: 73991.29 - Captain Oliver Savage
"Odyssey" - Part 5 - Stardate: 74021.55 - Captain Oliver Savage

"The Coming Storm" - Prelude - Stardate: 74037.65 - Captain Oliver Savage
Captain Oliver Savage - Communique - Stardate: 74051.37
Captain Oliver Savage - Personel Log 1 - Stardate: 74066.71
Captain Oliver Savage - Personal Log 2 - Stardate: 74066.71
Captain Oliver Savage - Personal Log 3 - Stardate: 74072.71
Captain Oliver Savage - Personal Log 4 - Stardate: 74105.13
Captain Oliver Savage - Personal Log 5 - Stardate: 74119.06
Captain Oliver Savage - Personal Log 6 - Stardate: 74145.05
"Coming Storm" - Part 1 - Stardate: 74170.54 - Captain Oliver Savage
Personal Log by Elianna Kestran
"The Coming Storm" - Part 2 - Stardate: 74170.85 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 3 - Stardate: 74171.04 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 4 - Stardate: 74171.17 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 5 - Stardate: 74171.31 - Captain Oliver Savage

50th Mission Milestone! Congrats!

"The Coming Storm" - Part 6 - Stardate: 74171.44 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 7 - Stardate: 74171.47 - Captain Oliver Savage

This Mission Marks 52 Missions - That is entire Year's worth of Weeks of Sims. Congrats on making it this far, usually most of these RPs die out before or right around this mark, and I feel like were still going strong so Thank you guys! I really do appreciate you making this continue to work even with our small fluctuating crew!

"The Coming Storm" - Part 8 - Stardate: 74171.53 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 9 - Stardate: 74605.20 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 9.5 - Stardate: 74670.91 - Personal Log of Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 10 - Stardate: 74883.69 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 11 - Stardate: 74631.93 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 12 - Stardate: 74634.36 - Captain Oliver Savage
"The Coming Storm" - Part 13 - Stardate: 74633.99 - Captain Oliver Savage



"Flight Data Recorder Transcript" - This is the actual Chat Log Transcript if you want to read exactly what happened instead of the Mission Log Synopsis. This will give you more detail and also a good way to learn how things work essentially.
by Spacedaisy
Fri Mar 03, 2017 9:17 pm
Forum: U.S.S. Tempest (Syndicate Sim)
Topic: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs
Replies: 107
Views: 6610

Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

You put my writing to shame! I love reading your logs!
by Spacedaisy
Wed Mar 08, 2017 3:22 am
Forum: U.S.S. Tempest (Syndicate Sim)
Topic: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs
Replies: 107
Views: 6610

Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

Stardate: 73932.43

Her fingers tapped idly on the desktop as she skimmed through the various logs from posted after they awoke from their time lapse. "This isn't what I want," she pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear in frustration, "Computer display all logs by Commander Derringer beginning after the mission to the Paris." The computer gave an obliging chirp and a list of logs scrolled onto her screen. "Stop! Play first entry."

The screen came to life and she listened to Sully describe the mission on which they discovered the Paris. A small cringe passed over her as she listened to him describe her own actions on that mission. She had no idea how deeply her following Johnny into the Paris against his orders had affected him. With a sigh, she ran her hand over her eyes. She could recall the mission so clearly. That moment she was faced with Johnny rushing headlong into danger yet again, and Sully retreating to come at the problem more strategically. She had a split second to decide, and her instinct led her to follow Johnny. She was afraid of what predicament he might find himself in next if left alone. If only she could do that moment over again, but would she do it differently? She couldn't say.

The log was clearly edited. Elianna wondered what he had taken out. What did Sully decide he had better not say? She turned off the computer and leaned back in her chair, as she thought over everything. Her gaze swept over her now barren room, searching for the photo of Ezron until she recalled what she had done earlier. She longed see his face again; speak to him again. But that could never be.

Her bare feet padded silently across the floor as she went to the replicator, "Computer, iced tea with mint please." The glass materialized and she picked it up and took a long drink. Walking over to the view port, she looked out longingly at the stars. They hung still in space. How she wished they would be past all this. That they could be allowed back to active duty, out there among the stars instead of held captive here.

She settled back in at her desk and began pulling up information on the advancements in her field. If she was going to have to wait around here she would at least make herself productive. The ony way to keep sane right now would be to stay positive and immerse herself in her work. Since she wasn't allowed in sickbay, she would busy herself in learning what she had missed.
by Spacedaisy
Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:38 am
Forum: U.S.S. Tempest (Syndicate Sim)
Topic: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs
Replies: 107
Views: 6610

Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

Posted March 29, 2017

Joint Post by spacedaisy (CMO Elianna Kestran) & CO_Captain_Savage (CO Oliver Savage)

Elianna stood leaning against the wall outside the conference room. Johnny and Sully were deep in conversation down by the turbolift. In any other situation she might find that encouraging after all they had gone through recently. However, the tone of the meeting they had just left changed all that and she felt her stomach tie itself in a knot as she watched them now.


Oliver took a moment and watched as Corky departed. He truly felt badly at the position this young officer had been put in. A near impossible one. Much like the rest of the crew he was displaced in time and though he seemed to be handling it well Oliver had his suspicions that he was bottling some of those feelings up. Probably much like the majority of the crew trying to find ways to cope with what had happened. Nearly twenty five years gone, people moved on and grown older. It was an impossible situation to be in. That struck a chord with him, he turned and glanced back out at the stars. Had this been worth it. Joining Starfleet to be an explorer, and yet it was starting to feel as if everything continued to try and push him out, it was starting to feel as if his life was cursed for some unexplainable reason.


The conference room doors slid open and Corky came through the open doorway. He glanced at Elianna in surprise and she nodded and forced a smile before explaining, “I was waiting to have a word with the Captain as well.” He gave a small nod and his eyes told her he understood perfectly. Stepping aside he motioned to allow her through but before he walked off she said, “Cam, I would like very much if we could get to know each other better, perhaps we can get a cup of coffee in the lounge sometime?” A wide smile broke across his face, and she thought she detected even a sense of relief, though she wasn’t sure.


“I would really enjoy that Dr. Kestran! Just let me know when.” He dipped his head a bit before walking off.


She watched with a smile as he retreated to the turbolift. He was a good kid, she was glad he was on board and believed they could become good friends. Something told her they would all need strong bonds of friendship to get through the days ahead. She could only hope Sully and Johnny figured this out too. With a small sigh, she dismissed thoughts of Johnny and Sully before she stepped into the still open doors of the conference room.


Oliver stood staring out into space, he was lost in his own thoughts his cheeks still bore a rosey hue, he was clearly agitated but focused. He didn’t hear Elianna enter the lounge at first but as she moved deeper into the room he flinched as the sound of her footsteps pulled him back to the moment, he turned to greet her. “Doctor? Didn’t hear you come in.. sorry.” he turned his attention back to the stars for a moment longer then smiled as he turned back to her.

She crossed the room and stopped next to him at the window. “I apologize for being curt and possibly too frank during the meeting. It wasn’t you or your news that was bothering me,” her words trailed off as she looked out to the view he had just been taking in. It was good to be in motion again, even if she knew they were just on their way to more psychological evaluations and tests and counseling and who knows what other hoops Starfleet was going to make them jump through. Drawing a deep breath she looked again at Oliver, “You owe me dinner. Before all of this,” she motioned towards the conference table, “we were going to get some food. So, shall we go?”


He shook his head. “You don’t have to be sorry Elianna, this has not entirely been the most pleasant experience. We just went from one emotional high right into another one potentially. So there is no need to apologize, though I do appreciate the thought.” he took another glance out the long windows before gesturing towards the door. “Food sounds good. I need to get my mind off some things.” he said as he began to follow her toward the door.


A few minutes later, they made their way into the lounge. Elianna got herself a grilled chicken salad and some iced tea and looked around to find a table. She settled down at an empty one and looked up as Oliver joined her. “How long until we get to the starbase?”


He shrugged at her question. “Shouldn’t be too terribly long a transit, though we are at the edge of Federation space.” he offered a half smile at that. “Price of exploration I suppose.”


“I’m ready to get on with everything. This transition is…” she searched for the right word as she pushed her salad around in the bowl, “I don’t even know.” Elianna eyed him for a moment and asked, “How are you doing? I suppose that none of us have made it much easier on you to lead us. Especially given everything with Johnny and Sully.”


“I think Starfleet needs us to be better more than ever with a Civil war on their hands. So I’m also certain they are ready for us to get on with it too. But we need to make sure everyone is good first, I honestly think we got lucky with that situation on Pacifica. Things could have gone much worse if we had collapsed in on ourselves in the middle of trying to negotiate with the Naradra.” He stared down at his caesar salad himself poking at a piece of lettuce with his fork. “I think the best term I could use right now to describe how I’m doing is...stabilizing…” he blinked looking up from his Salad. “Those two confuse me. I gave them every chance to work it out themselves and that maybe was the mistake. But my predecessor…” he took in and let out a deep breath. “I’m starting to sound like a broken record.” he shook his head. “Needless to say those two are not helping. But right now I’m not sure how to help them, or work this issue out other than to let time take its course.”


Elianna’s gaze fell to the salad once again as she thought about the meeting, the idea that had been presented. She felt the knot tighten in her stomach again. “Oliver… I need you to know,” she paused, struggling how to put her inward battle into the right words. “We have served together, and more than that, we have been friends for a very long time. When everything happened at Lyshan…” At the mention of the ill-fated mission, memories came flooding back to her. The friends and colleagues they had lost. She shook her head a bit, as if it would somehow shake loose the overwhelming feeling of loss that had become a constant part of their lives, “They gave me the option to transfer. I was offered a great position actually. But I couldn’t imagine serving under another commanding officer. I believe in you and I consider it an honor to serve as your Chief Medical Officer. All that said, if the brass decide to endorse this idea; send us deep undercover, I will of course give 100% to the mission.”


She paused again as an engineering ensign passed nearby their table waiting for him to get out of earshot before continuing, “But what Sully was saying sounded an awful lot like he wants us to go no matter what. If you choose to follow that suggestion,” she nervously tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “That’s a path I don’t think I can follow you down. I just need to know that you realize that.”


Setting down his fork and leaning back in his chair he takes a deep breath. “That means a lot to me Elianna. It wouldn’t be the same without you. I’m not sure how I would feel about continuing on without something helping keep me grounded and you do that. It may not seem like it but it is something that helps knowing you're around.” he smiled.


“It means a lot that I have your support. But with Johnny and Sully trying to force this, it’s not something that is going to fly. Starfleet in its state probably wouldn’t consider this type of mission at this time. Not to mention with the state of the crew. It would be a bad decision all around. For them to try to force the issue in some hair brained scheme to avoid their… it’s not really punishment, but treatment maybe. Is also disturbing.” he paused a moment to consider his words.


“While part of me agrees with Sully that this would be an opportunity, it’s not right. It’s not something that I’m entirely supportive of. If Starfleet by some right decides this is the direction we should go then obviously I will follow my orders. I just don’t think this crew is ready for that kind of mission yet. We do not have cohesion yet, and it seems very clear to Starfleet that this is the case.” he scooped up his glass of water to take a drink.


“But it’s no surprise to me that Sully and Johnny want out of this so badly. I can’t blame them for it. They have become too comfortable with the way they are toward one another. I don’t think they honestly see how detrimental it is to the cohesion of those around them. And they are both going to be in for a very quick wake up call.” he settled back in his chair after setting the glass back down. “Sully wants to see what it's like for me to come down on them, and take a more active role in what’s happening, so that’s what I’m going to do.” he shifts in the chair uneasy. “The most frustrating thing is he’s basically doing exactly what Johnny has been doing to make a point. It’s not lost on me. But it’s also not the right way he should be approaching this, but he clearly does not see that. It’s somewhat infuriating.”


“If it makes you feel any better, I think everyone aside from Johnny and Sully have felt acute discomfort with their flagrant insubordination. And you’re right, I wish they would see how their behavior is affecting the entire crew, not just them. After all, if that little scene hadn’t occurred on the bridge, our transition might not have been dealt with quite so rigidly by Starfleet.” Pushing her plate away from her, she leaned back and looked around at the others there eating, drinking, visiting. At a table across the room a young couple were sitting, sharing dinner. Elianna recognized the woman as Ensign Julie Carmichael, she was actually a medic on the night shift. She wasn’t sure who the man was, he looked familiar though. Julie laughed at something he said and brushed his arm. “A budding romance,” Elianna thought to herself and felt a pang of grief.


Still watching the flirtatious couple, she commented softly to Oliver, “We’re an emotional disaster right now, aren’t we?” A small chuckle slipped out, incongruent to the tone of their conversation no doubt, but she couldn’t help it when she considered the absurdity of all they had gone through in such a short time. The chuckle was followed immediately by a slight sigh, “We’ve all lost so much, practically all we have anymore is each other.” She looked at him resolutely, “I’ll always be here to ground you. But if I could offer some advice? Don’t try to be the captain your predecessor was. He was my captain too, and he was a good one, but he wasn’t perfect either. Don’t you remember the time he came down hard on Lieutenant Diel over what he considered to be gross negligence, only to find out later that what happened wasn’t even Diel’s fault, but he was unwilling to tattle on the Chief?” Elianna gave a shrug, “No one’s perfect, but you’re trying to measure up to a phantom. And Sully is not you, everyone deals with things differently, learns differently, even leads differently.”


He nodded. “Yeah that was a bit of a disaster in itself. Had to admire Diel’s loyalty.” his brow furrowed. “You’re right of course. I have been trying to be Captain Phillips in a way.” he nodded. “Phantoms…” he considered that word and what it meant. So much loss between the disaster at Lyshan III and now this. “I’ve got a lot to learn, and I certainly need to find my rhythm in this position.”


He let out a sigh. “I was taught to do things a certain way, and though I did find my own way I had to learn his way first. It’s pretty clear that Sully isn’t me, and I certainly cannot approach teaching him the same way that Greg taught me. I’m not sure how to get around Sully’s ego, I feel like he wants to be held up on a pedestal but does not want the responsibility that goes with that position. He also needs to realize that he’s not really on a pedestal” he lets out a half hearted chuckle. “I was that guy for a short time with Captain Phillips, and I learned some hard lessons when I started out. I honestly don’t want that for Sully, but he’s not making it easy.” he shifted in his chair. “It's going to be a long road even more now having to earn his trust again. But I don’t think it’s a lost cause. I still have faith in him and I still see greatness in him.”


He glanced to his side admiring the couple for a moment, and allowed a grin to slowly form. “Yeah, we are an emotional wreck. But it's nice to see that others are not stopping the normal progression of life.” he returned his attention to her. “How are you holding up?”


“I…” her voice faltered a bit, because she knew what he was actually asking, “I am as well as can be expected, I guess.” She pulled herself together and said more assertively, almost like she was willing it to be true, “I’ll be ok.”


He regarded her for a long moment. “I was almost convinced by that. You’ve been hanging out with too many Vulcan’s I think.” he grinned. “You’ve been there for me, if you need to talk you know I’m here for you too.”


Elianna smiled at the fact he had caught her out so completely, “Yes well, what’s there to say? Ezron’s gone and there is nothing to change that. So I don’t have much choice but to be ok. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll schedule a session with Eldrida when time allows.”


He nods. “It couldn’t hurt. You need to have time to take care of you too.” he picked up his glass and twirled the liquid inside. “I’m worried about Corky. This has been entirely unfair to him, a young officer like him shouldn’t be having to live this nightmare. I have to admire his resilience.”


“He’s young and idealistic, I’m not worried about him. He will be ok.” She grinned, “He really looks up to you, you know? I think the only reason he has seemed to struggle is because he is so appalled by everything that’s happened with… well, you know.” She didn’t feel like going around that mountain again.


Oliver nodded. “I had a feeling that would be the case. Or rather I suspected that was. I feel bad in a way because I don’t know that i’ve exactly set the right example but at the same time it gives me something to improve upon I guess and show that even when you get to where I am you still have room to learn and grow.” he took a drink from the glass he was still playing with in his hands. “I’m only hoping that it gets better from here.”


She laughed, a real laugh for once, “It can’t get much worse, Oliver. It’s got to get better!” She lifted her own glass of iced tea and offered a half joking toast, “To better things,” and winked.


Oliver’s mouth hung open in mock disbelief. “You laughed!” he held up his glass. “To better things!” he said much louder than he should have but he didn’t care. He laughed out loud, this time a hearty chuckle still holding his glass aloft. He was mildly amused as several others around the Soma Lounge likewise joined in.
by Spacedaisy
Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:38 am
Forum: U.S.S. Tempest (Syndicate Sim)
Topic: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs
Replies: 107
Views: 6610

Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

Posted March 30, 2017

Stardate: 19612.10


Elianna stood in her quarters, looking out the viewport with unseeing eyes. She held a padd in her hand limply. Turning away from the window, she dropped down heavily onto the couch and looked down at the padd again. It contained a comprehensive history on the Battle of Betazed and all that had happened to her homeworld during the Dominion War. She hadn't heard from her parents yet, or her brother. Part of her had hoped it was because they just didn't know the communications blackout had been lifted, or that the news of their return hadn't reached them yet for some reason. Now she was afraid that there might be a much worse explanation. It was time for her to find out the truth.

She crossed the room and tapped the console, putting in a query for information on her family. The computer gave an obliging beep and information scrolled up the screen.

"Jeron Kestran: Deceased. Killed in the Battle of Betazed while working in a government building. Survived by wife Lanari Tryxt and daughter Melora.

Andren Kestran: Deceased. Killed by the Dominion forces occupying Betazed on suspicion of being part of an underground resistance movement. Survived by wife Jasse Kestran.

Jasse Kestran: Living on Betazed. Former Ambassador for UFP, retired."

Conflicting emotions swirled within her. Her father and brother were gone. It was hard for her to grasp. She tried to focus instead on the silver lining, her mother was alive and she had a niece. Tapping her console again she requested a transmission to Betazed and watched the logo spin lazily as she waited anxiously for it to connect. A moment later the picture shifted and her mother's face came into view. Elianna almost didn't recognize her. It wasn't just that she was older, it was that she looked worn and tired.

"Hello Elianna," her mother's greeting was calmer than one would expect from someone seeing their daughter for the first time in over a quarter century after she believed her to be dead.

"Hello Mother, I wasn't sure if you had heard the news," Elianna wasn't sure what to say. How do you pick up normal conversation after you've metaphorically come back from the dead?

"I heard."

"They had us on communications black out, so I'm sorry if you've tried to get in touch with me before this."

"I haven't actually."

"I see," she replied, but she didn't really see. She wasn't sure what she thought this conversation would be like. After all, Elianna had always been closer to her father than her mother. Still, she had thought her mother might be at least a little happy to hear from her.

"I saw that Jeron and Lanari had a daughter - "

Her mother cut her off, "Elianna, it would be best if you don't try to reach out to Lanari and Melora."

She made no attempt to hide the surprise from her face, "I don't understand. Why?"

"I'm sure you can understand how confusing it would be for a little girl to learn an aunt who supposedly died before you were born suddenly came back, but what about her daddy? It hardly seems fair."

"Fair? Mother, are you angry at me for not being dead?"

"No, I'm angry because you got to just skip it all. All the pain of the war and the Dominion occupation of Betazed. The death of your father and brother. And now you show up and it's just supposed to make me happy again?" Jasse shook her head, "I was broken hearted when you were presumed dead. Your father was never the same. I just need some time."

Elianna's eyes flooded with tears that threatened to spill out, "I understand. I'll leave you alone until you're ready," she paused, no longer able to hold back the tears and said, "I love you Mother," before she quickly cut the transmission.
by Spacedaisy
Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:39 am
Forum: U.S.S. Tempest (Syndicate Sim)
Topic: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs
Replies: 107
Views: 6610

Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

Posted April 8, 2017

Stardate 11704.08

Slender fingers wrapped around the mug of hot coffee and Elianna breathed in the aroma. Coffee was one of the things about Earth that she had found to be very pleasing, much to the shock of most of her Betazoid friends and family. Though she never could drink it black, it was much too bitter. She liked it with some sugar and a bit of cream to take the edge off. Despite knowing that it was unwise to drink coffee this late at night, Elianna couldn't help herself. She rocked back in the chair in her office and smiled with contentment. She loved the sickbay at night. There were so few people there, so there was a hush that hung over it that made it seem so peaceful. The lighting was always dimmed except in case of emergency. At this particular moment there were no patients, and while there was a night shift on staff, they kept it sparse, so aside from a nurse who seemed to be cataloging something in the far corner and the junior medical officer who was working on some files at one of the consoles, she mostly had the place to herself.

She tapped the console and began recording a personal log.

"It's been a quiet couple weeks since they sent us off to Starbase 313. Well, fairly so anyway. there have been lots of talks and thinking and introspection on the part of the majority of the crew I think. I know there has been for me. Oliver pushed me to see Eldrida. Being a man, it's hard for him to I think to know how to handle the emotional bits very well. Then again, it's hard for me to deal with the emotional bits and I don't have the excuse of being a man. What's more, I'm supposed to be good at them if you are to believe the stereotypes about Betazoids."

With a rueful shake of her head she continued, "Thankfully, Eldrida lives up to the stereotypes. I followed my Captain's orders like a good little officer, and I'm very glad that I did. Our session was so helpful. I've already committed to going back to see her again, though we haven't set an official appointment. Hard telling what I will have time for it yet though. We don't know what kind of schedule we're going to be looking at for the evaluations. I'll just be glad to get them over with and get on with our lives."

She stood up and crossed the small office to the window that looked out over main sickbay. Taking a slow sip of her coffee, she watched the medical officer shuffling through file after file on the console. "I keep thinking about that dream I had. I've gone over it again and again in my mind, and I'm certain it must have been from Sully's point of view. I saw myself and Johnny and even Eldrida, but I never saw Sully. I can't hear the words being spoken, but I can feel all these intense emotions... dread, grief, and a terrible sense of desperation. I can't get a handle on it all, but I am sure Sully must be dealing with something very difficult. I wish he would let us in, but you can't force someone to let down their walls."

"Anyway," she said as she turned back to her desk and settled down in her chair once again, "we're all going to have to find our place in this new universe we've found ourselves in." A mildly amused look crossed her face and she clarified, "I guess what I mean is, while it is technically the same place, it has changed vastly. Now we are in the midst of a civil war we know very little about. I wonder if everyone on the crew will choose to remain with us or will they defect to this True Federation? Never in my life have I felt like everything I knew was called into question and the future has never been more uncertain."

"Computer, end log."
by Spacedaisy
Tue Sep 12, 2017 1:52 pm
Forum: U.S.S. Tempest (Syndicate Sim)
Topic: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs
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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

Stardate 11709.09

"Who's got the files for the surgical patients?" Elianna called across the sickbay. Ensign Carmichael looked up, lifted a padd in the air and waved it to get her attention and show that she was the one with them.

Elianna made her way over to where Julie was bent over a console. "Has all the information been downloaded for the Vonnegut?"

"Yes ma'am. I was just updating the most recent orders so that the Vonnegut's medical team can follow up and be sure they complete their treatment. Lt. Reed just ordered a follow up course of medicine for Lt. Cmdr. Lewis. And I was told you ordered a neural scan to be done within five days for Ens. Dubois?"

The CMO gave a quick nod, "She was exhibiting what I believe to be possible signs of neural damage, but it's hard to tell right off the bat with the kind of head trauma she suffered. It's a miracle that bulkhead didn't kill her."

Julie straightened up and held the padd out to Dr. Kestran, "It's done. All the most current information for the Vonnegut's medical team."

Taking the padd, the doctor gave her a grateful smile and moved off to do another check on all the vitals. A stop at each bed allowed her to read the scan results from each biobed's overhead cluster. Everyone seemed stable, which was good since they were being prepped to be returned to the Vonnegut. Last thing they needed was someone crashing. As she approached the final bed of a patient who had been treated in main sickbay, she found Emily standing there with her arms crossed, frowning.

"Something wrong Emily?"

The other woman shook her head thoughtfully, "I'm not sure. Watch this heart rhythm," she tapped the screen, indicating what she wanted Elianna to watch. Trning her attention to the particular result Emily pointed out, they fell silent. It seemed fine for a few minutes and just when Elianna was about to say as much, a small blip, an irregular beat. It was such a small arrhythmia that it might have gone unnoticed. Emily looked at Elianna, "Did you see that?"

"Huh. Yes."

There was a padd lying on a crash cart next to the biobed and Elianna picked it up to begin looking at the medical history of this particular patient. "No prior mention of arrhythmia. Also none in the family history."

The man in the biobed was wrapped in a lot of gauze. He had been caught in the brunt of the explosion and very badly burned by venting plasma over the majority of his body. "Let's check his CPK levels."

"You think there was cardiac damage?"

"It could be that we just couldn't see the symptoms because of how badly burned he was when he came in. It would have made any bruising impossible for us to see. It's possible he was thrown against a console or something in the blast. A blunt force trauma to the chest could produce an arrhythmia. Let's do a deep tissue scan as well."

Lt. Reed shot the CMO a very surprised look, "A deep tissue scan ma'am? Don't we normally just do them post mortem?"

Elianna nodded, "Generally we don't need a deep tissue scan for a living patient because we use other methods of diagnosing active problems. Once they're dead we use the deep tissue scan to identify what might have gone wrong. Unfortunately, I think Mr..." she looked down at the padd again for a moment, "Mr. Schulz's most obvious wounds are obscuring what's happening underneath. If we do a deep tissue scan, I suspect we will find bruising on the heart."

Emily departed after this explanation and Elianna set the padd back down. This patient would not be returning home with his friends it seemed. She couldn't risk transporting a patient with an arrhythmia. Making her way into her office, Elianna dropped down into the seat behind her desk and requested contact with the Vonnegut sickbay. It only took a moment for the CMO's face to appear on the screen. "Dr. Kestran! We are just finishing the last minute preparations for the transfer. I trust everything is going well there?"

Behind him, Elianna could see medical officers rushing around, carrying out their various tasks to be ready for the critical patients to return. She didn't know what it was about Kor Ch'kiarhan, but the Andorian doctor always left her feeling uncomfortable. It wasn't that she felt like he was hiding something, it was that he felt a bit blank for a lack of a better word. She supposed if she really wanted to, should could probe a little deeper, but she really didn't feel comfortable invading someone's privacy. So she just assumed that it was probably all in her head and moved on. "Well, we have a bit of a problem with Lieutenant Karl Schulz. We're going to be keeping him here a little longer because we detected a very slight arrhythmia."

Dr. Ch'kiarhan's eyes widened a bit, "That doesn't sound good. Just keep me updated. Otherwise are we a go to transport the rest of the patients?"

She gave a nod, "We'll intitate transport in fifteen minutes. I'll be sending you all the relevant information on their treatments as well."

He smiled broadly, "Thank you Dr. Kestran, I appreciate all your help!"

The comm cut and Elianna leaned back in her chair, looking out at the biobed where Schulz was laying. She was almost done dealing with the Vonnegut and she honestly couldn't wait.

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