Ens Frox

Personal Log - Stardate 10304.18 I had the unfortunate obligation to take a temporary leave to attend a funeral ceremony on Starbase 216. A collegue of mine passed away quite unexpectedly just a few days ago. Although we were not the closest of friends, it still leaves me in a kind of emotionless haze. I also feel terrible at leaving the ship under the current circumstances, but I just couldn't bear to not say my final goodbyes. I just hope that Captain Moose can appreciate my situation. I do look forward to returning to duty, if for nothing else than to escape from my brooding. End Log >

================================== Personal Log, Stardate 10304.09 ================================== I'm not sure I made such a great decision today. In fact I'm a bit afraid of what Hawkins will say when I return to duty. The Zeta Jones shuttle exploded and just about everyone on board has been working diligently on resolving the mystery... that is everyone except me. It started out as quick trip to Sick Bay to square away my medical records transfer and take care of my incoming physical. I had full intensions of meeting up with Hawkins in the cargo bay to decipher the wreckage. But I was halted by a sinking gut feeling I got from Dr. Staci Howard. I could tell she'd been drinking, but that wasn't it. Sure enough, after repeating myself a few times, she finally broke and confided some, potentially damaging, personal information to me. "When I stop drinking, I hear the voices," she sobbed. "It was the Vogarts. They put me in stassis and probed around my brain." I began to fell a bit unstable. "How can I help her, when I have this preconceived idea that the Vogarts were a kind race?" I thought to myself. I knew then that my experience with the new crystal was only a small slice of what really happend there. But the shakiness quickly disapated when it dawned on me that there was nothing I could really do to help her except listen. The confidence returned, after all, this is what I do best! I gave her my full attention, hanging on her every word. I also offered her some suggestions which she seemed to appreciate. I don't think the voices are a physical manifestation, but more of a responce to the trauma of her experience. Either way, she seemed a bit more collected toward the end of our chat. This really benefited both of us. She needed someone to listen, and I needed someone to listen to. I've found my niche onboard my new home. :: A cozy, warm feeling washes over ::

Computer...Begin recording personal log, Ensign Frox. Computer...Make this log entry available to any personell currently commissioned on the USS Arcadia. ===BEGIN RECORDING=== Stardate 10303.19, I just graduated from Starfleet Academy and already I have been assigned as Assistant Engineer on the Arcadia. I looked forward to serving with Lt.JG Lo'Ami, but he was promoted to full Lt and assigned to CSCI. Although I am happy for him, and despite only serving with him briefly, I will miss him in engineering. Hawkins and I installed the new dilithium crytal today, the one we got from the Vogarts. Everything went as smoothly as I could have imagined. I can't wait to see what this new, pure crytal can do! Anyway, the reason why I made this log available to any who want to read it is because I would like to introduce myself. My full name is Mordan Frox. I have always hated the name Mordan, so I prefer to be called by my surname. I am El-Aurian, a mere 223 years old (very young for my race). I have learned that Dac is also El-Aurian and I look forward to meeting her. It's been decades since I have seen another of my race. I also have spent a small amount of time in the Nexus. Although time has no meaning there, it felt like just a few short years. Despite the sorrow and pain at leaving, nothing in the Nexus was "real" and I needed the comfort of being in real space-time. The Nexus was real though... too real, and yet it wasn't. It's all too difficult to explain. Only another who has been there can understand my state of mind about this. Maybe Dac will understand. Although El-Aurians tend to make the best couselors, I think I have found a niche in engineering and I can't wait till my next duty shift. Outside the Nexus, this is the first place I've felt that I can call home. ===END RECORDING===