McFly

::With everyone back on the bridge, McFly takes an hour for himself. He walks into his quarters, grabs him a quick snack and something with caffeine in it. He cleans up with a shower and a new uniform and takes some time to relax on the couch, giving himself a break from the world around him.:: Computer, begin personal log. McFly’s personal log… whatever day it is. I think I lost track. I need an outlet for my stress, I’m about on the edge. First minute I was find and the second I was screaming at my console. ::takes deep breath:: You’d think that since the real mission is over, I’d be more relaxed. …Speaking of the real mission… You know I went on and on about how I found it so unethical and how I was on the verge insubordinating <<made a new word>> myself because I wasn’t willing to compromise my integrity or the prime directive. In the end, I lost all that, I went on that mission without hesitation, I was ready to blow up that facility. I guess in this instance, the end can justify the means, because of what we found. But I didn’t know that beforehand, my actions should have been like the first missions. I shouldn’t have been anymore willing to go down that and I was. I keep trying to convince myself I was focused on trying to save Dr. Major, but that’s just an excuse. The real mission was to destroy the facility, and after all is said and done, I put aside my convictions and went down there like a good little solider and did my mission. Maybe I’ll get a medal. And now the Babylon is back ready to destroy us. Well I guess, not anymore, but they were. Anyway I don’t think I have any residual feelings towards them. Just because I was screaming like a psychotic idiot earlier just looking for an excuse to blow them up, doesn’t mean I have a problem with them or anything. …I think I just need to scream about something. Relieve some of that pressure you know. I do feel better. Just glad no one us in there with me, although Crystal was probably hidden in there some place. I finished my rave just before the Consoler and Admiral walked in. Gee, imagine how embarrassing that would have been. ::looks at the clock:: Oh well, guess it’s time to go back to reality. ::finishes his drink:: Computer, end log.

For someone that likes star trek, that's sure a lot not to like.

My #1 favorite is without a doubt the Prometheus. Additionals would be the Sovereign, Akira and Intrepid. I don't really dislike any ships, but my least favorites are the Oberth, Constellation, Miranda, and, dare I say, Nebula.

Computer, begin log: ::McFly lays down on his bed, having just gotten off a long shift and arriving at Nede Prime; He lays there, thoughts roaming through his head, his manner more serious than usual:: Lieutenant Commander McFly’s personal log. So, we’ve finally reached the Nede Prime system. Our mission, to destroy strange new worlds… Well maybe that’s a bit harsh. We’re not destroying the planet as it were, although I’d assume The General will issue those orders sooner or later. No, we’re going to make sure these people stay on this planet until WE no, StarFleet decides they’re ready to be let loose. I mean I understand they’re xenophobic and all, but who are we to decide the evolution of these people? How do they know they won’t keep to themselves out here? How do they know these people won’t embrace new cultures once they find out how populated the galaxy really is? Maybe that’s it, maybe their violence toward other species has led StarFleet to think they need to imprison them on their own planet. You know I don’t seem to remember humans being anymore inviting when aliens came to visit Earth. Ooh let’s see, only when they invented warp technology were they really open to alien races on Earth. And isn’t that what we’re preventing this planet from doing! No, there’s got to be more to this than just afraid they’ll do something foolish out here. ::McFly sits up:: There has to be a bigger reason why the Prime Directive is being so BLATANTLY disobeyed! ::stands up; starts pacing around:: I know I’ve never been one to follow all the rules, but I do know what lines not to cross. This goes beyond general orders. This is ethically and morally outrageous!… ::stops to gaze out the window towards the planet:: Through the time I’ve been in black ops, I’ve never question The Generals orders… I now understand Precip. There’s something very wrong with this situation. It doesn’t make things any better seeing the Captain just following orders like this is an everyday operation. I know he can’t show emotion, but it would still be nice to know he has some withdraws about the mission. He acts like he doesn't care one way or the other. I suppose only time will tell how this plays out. The only thing keeping me from getting court-martialed right now is the benefit of the doubt. Either there’s something about these people that I don’t know about, or they better be as volatile as they’re made out to be. ::looks out at the planet as it spins:: Damn The General. ::lays back down on his bed:: Computer, end log.

With only a couple of hours left before the Manticore leaves the station, McFly hurries off to the top decks of Starbase 9. He arrives on the deck of the giant replicator that so many people used to furnish the station and add commodities to the ship. This time however he’s not looking for a plusher bed or a trinket to decorate his room with. No, McFly wants and has in mind only one thing… “Computer, stool roughly four feet high and adequate back support, at least enough to where I can lean back into from time to time… Oh and I want it with a steel frame, and leather upholstery too.” Immediately, a brand new beautiful stool materializes in front of him. McFly inspects it real quick and everything is perfect, right down to the stitching. He grabs the stool and quickly leaves the replicator room and heads for the bridge of the Manticore. When he arrives, he discreetly scurries over to tactical where he places the stool in front of the standing console. He plops himself down, relaxes one foot on the horizontal rim between the legs. Now McFly is ready for battle, more relaxed than he’s ever been at tactical.