ElaineDelgado

Elaine had been working quietly and sipping at her cup of coffee. Perhaps she should have been paying more attention to what was going on outside of the office, but she did have a lot of paperwork and confidence in EJ and Chell’s abilities. And then McKnight was sent in to where she was… Looking out of the office doorway she could see something was going on… maybe some irate patients. Before she could do anything about it though, things got kind of interesting. Everyone started walking in to the office at once, including the admiral. The small area was quickly filled with people, and it seemed as if every department was represented here… alright, not every department, as there were no science or engineering officers… that made her think of a couple of people… no, she mustn’t let her mind wander, for now she had a medical operation to help with. EJ and Chell helped clear the sick bay of people, and McKnight was prepped for surgery. The camera would have to be removed from his head. From the scans that had been taken of it, Elaine assumed that the camera was not too attached to McKnight to cause any serious damage. But after its removal he would need to be checked over for any lasting damage from its stay. Elaine told EJ to ask Yeoman Perfect, who had been asking questions about the device earlier, what they were to do with it. Before they could get a response McKnight instructed, “Destroy it”…

Chen walked into a nearby turbolift, after much thinking and discussing with his fellow science ner - er... officers; he decided he needed some soup. "Promenade". It took the Turbolift a while to get down there but it got there. Chen walked around. Elaine was already at the promenade, sipping at a cup of coffee, sitting alone at a table, and people watching. Chen stepped out of the turbo lift and pondered where to have his lunch ... or was it breakfast ... dinner? He had lost track of time from being rushed to a fight then scanning for warp traces all day. He saw Elaine and decided to walk over. "Hello doctor, what time is it again?" She stiffed a laugh and looked up at him, "Almost noon I believe." Ah. Chen thought. Lunch it is then. "May I join you?" Smiling, she said, "Of course... but don't you want to get some food first?" Chen looked at his hands then at a nearby restaurant then noticed his stomach growling. "Er... I seem to have misplaced my lunch. Be right back," and walked, rather quickly, to a place with good soup and ordered a bowl of chicken-veggie soup. Carrying the hot burden, Chen walked back to the table. Elaine took a sip of her coffee, and then tried for a bit of conversation. "So, what plans do you have for the holidays?" she asked him. Sitting down and probing the soup, Chen looked up. "Play with genetics and genes. Really nothing else to do, you?" Shrugging, she replied, "Catch up on some letters, go to the holodeck at some point maybe... not much to do as you said." She leaned on a hand. "So, how do you 'play' with genetics and genes?" Chen took a sip of soup. "With an iso-injector, a lot of scanners, some data padds, and microscopes." Trying to not look as puzzled as she felt, Elaine asked, "Is what you're doing similar to what Arik Soong did, or are you doing something completely different?” Zack looked shocked but shoot his head. "Erm... not on that scale, I’m just playing with them ... you know ... I have really nothing else to do ... maybe design a few microbes to accelerate plant growth. My cactus died last night ..." Elaine wondered if she should express something about his cactus, or not touch that subject, or ask him about his family or maybe, just maybe, sit there and sip her coffee with out saying anything at all. She took a sip of her coffee Chen took a sip of his soup. For lack of something better to say, Elaine asked, "So, does your family celebrate Christmas?" "No, only new years, Christmas is a bit colorful for grandma's eyes. And children screaming ... they can't take it. How about you...” Elaine smirked. "My father's side of the family has always celebrated it, however mother's side… no." She laughed and added, "I can't imagine Grandfather Salok in a Santa hat... it's just too much." Chen chuckled and nodded. "I always wanted to see a Vulcan with a Santa hat on." He took a cautious look around to see if any Vulcan were near to hear him. He didn’t need a Logic lecture right then. Tilting her head to one side, Elaine said, "I'll try to remember that." Then she got up as though to leave. Chen raised his head. "Uh, hey I'm kidding!" She smiled warmly at him. "I know. Merry Christmas, Zack. Maybe I'll see you again around here later." She winked at him and walked away. "Er..." Thinking about what just happened, Chen went back to his soup and thought about it some more. Feeling somewhat embarrassed he finished his soup with haste and left, taking a nice cozy refuge in his lab.

Elaine stood over the Jem’Hadar… or Jem as she called him in her mind. During all her medical training she could not remember ever being shown the insides of one of these things; she hoped the normal medical procedures for humanoids would apply to him. One of his organs didn’t look too good though. She scrunched up her face as she moved around his body, realizing she wasn’t exactly prepared for the cleanest version of surgery. And why was she doing this? Why was she saving the enemy? For hundreds of years, the people of earth had inflicted harm on their enemies, had treated their P.O.W.’s worse than dogs… but surely humanity could realize the value of life. That even an enemy deserved to be saved, even if he had taken the lives of your people in war… surely one would hope the same for themselves if taken by their enemy? With these thoughts, she closed Jem’s body and looked at herself. Blood up to her mid-forearms. But he would live… she hoped the same for the Admiral, wherever he was…

The woman would live. The blue splotches would go away. She would not be able to eat pepper for a while, but she would be okay. Dr. Zion began picking up the remains of her cup of coffee. I wandered over to a obviously pregnant woman, waiting for the adrenaline to wear off a bit. “How far along is she?” I asked Bri. “She has two weeks.” Then, smiling at me, she asked, “Do you have any children?” I felt my face get warm, knew I was blushing. “Oh, no… I’m not even married.” “Do you want children?” “Yes.” No. I don’t know. I’m twenty-three, do I have to know? I turned away. Bri was called to the bridge then, so I began reading over Nurse Ormuda’s reports. As requested, she was monitoring all the patients I had left in her care and telling me about all changes in their conditions. I walked to the comm and gave her instructions to release Harrison and Graber. Then Ops gave me a call and let me know I had an incoming patient. I sighed and wondered what could have happened now. Ensign Chen materialized in front off me. No blood, no bruising, no obviously broken bones. “What happened?” He gave me a look. I scanned him, and realized that whatever had happened had damaged his ears… again. I walked him through the description of the procedure, and asked him if he had any questions. “Will it hurt?” Dismissing any fears of pain, I walked over to the comm again, this time to get permission from Dr. Zion to go ahead with the operation. “Isn’t that yellow alert?” I looked at Chen and smirked. “It always seems to go to yellow alert when I’m with you.” Stepping back from the comm, I planned on waiting till things settled down a little bit. Like that was ever going to happen.

It seemed to me only moments before I had been talking to Ensign Chen about his ears and to Dr. Zion about her critical patient. We went to red alert. Were we under attack? What was happening? I felt afraid, but ready. I sat my cup of coffee down, and began collecting Med Kits. We were going to be receiving wounded. I had finished setting up the triage when Dr. Zion’s words finally sunk in. Five nurses and I would be heading to a Cargo Bay to take care of less seriously injured personnel. My chest tightened. I would be alone. Alright, not completely alone, as the nurses would be there. But, I would be in charge. That place right between my stomach and my lungs began to burn. You can do this. My father’s voice. You can do this. Trust in Him. He’ll get you through this. I took a deep breath, whispered a silent prayer, and rounded up my crew to head to the Cargo Bay. We had little to no time to set up a makeshift sickbay before people started coming in. I tried to move quickly, wondering what major injuries looked like if these were minor. One Ensign had taken a pretty bad fall, and had a dislocated shoulder. I did a maneuver I never wanted to perform. I grabbed his arm, put my foot on his shoulder, and quickly jerked. His cry of pain, and the “sthloop” sound, told me that he was fixed. It still made me cringe. That is not a noise anyone wants to be the cause of. Then I had to move to the next patient. Nurse Ormudo was there, ready to take orders or bark them at the other nurses when I was too quiet. I smiled, grateful for the help. After the last person had been treated, I gave Ormudo the order to set up beds for those not able to leave just yet, and I walked back to the main Sick Bay. Dr. Zion was there, and I helped her finish up. It seemed as though days had passed since this had all started; my body felt quite fatigued, having never experienced such a work load at such a pace. We began to speak. I moved past the conversation and to the patient she had told me about, so long ago, yet only a few hours had passed perhaps? Dr. Zion informed me that the situation was the same. Reading over the data I had been working on before talking to Chen that day, I tried to push out the thoughts of death that seemed so near right now. The woman’s face was so pale. I took Dr. Zion’s offer of coffee, and wondered silently how late I would be up from the caffeine. Then alarms began going off. We were losing the patient. Dr. Zion dropped her coffee, and went over. She was anxious, knowing that there was nothing more to be done. God give me wisdom, I prayed silently. I went to the replicator, and began punching in the matrix of the herb that I needed. Three years ago I had read about it, yet I was able to remember it perfectly, or so I hoped. If I got it wrong, if it didn’t work on humans… I tried not to think about that. Trust in Him. Dr. Zion put it under the woman’s tongue, and then asked about it. I quickly told her what it was, but was not even sure if I got the planet’s name right. I just stared at the woman, hoping the blue splotches would appear. God, let it work. Please, let it work, I felt the fear coming back. What if it didn’t work? What if it killed her? Why had I administered something that might have never been tested on human physiology? I began feeling very, very stupid. Dr. Zion looked up, pointing to the blue splotches beginning to appear. “Is that supposed to be happening?” I nodded. Relief flooded over me.

To: Dr. Briana Zion From: Dr. Elaine Delgado Re: Ensign Zackary E. Yuuko-Chen Dr. Zion: It has been found, during the testing of the experimental EMP weapon, that high frequency waves vibrate the ossicles of Ensign Chen’s tympanum in such a way that causes irritation and pain so severe that he lost consciousness. Upon examining the patient, I discovered superficial tearing and was able to treat that along with the ringing sensation. In addition, I recommended treatment that would eliminate such future irritation and incapacitation, enabling him to be in attendance for any future trial run and/or deployment of the experimental weapon. Two possible treatments that I have found that could alleviate his ear problems are as follows: reinforce the ossicles to prevent erratic movements caused by high frequencies; or, replace them. I would prefer the former to the latter. I would appreciate your professional opinion of the proposed procedure. Sincerely, Dr. Delgado

I walked into Sick Bay, still wondering why we were at red alert, still wondering why the Lieutenant had been so insistent that I not be so quiet, still wondering why the Ensign was still staring at my ears… “Hello?” I called out. No reply. Then the ship rocked, and I fell to one side, running into a tray on wheels, which didn’t help me much. I smacked my hip hard against it, rolled for a few seconds, and then fell to the ground, which caused me to wince. For a moment I just lay there. Then I stood up, and scowled at myself. Not only had I made a bit of a mess, I still did not know what was going on. I wondered if we were under attack again. That made me feel sick; I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with wounded on my own. In addition, my hip was throbbing in pain. I grabbed a tricorder and a dermal regenerator, hoping we would not be hit again… that would mean a higher chance of wounded. Dr. Zion was no where to be seen. No prospective patients had come in yet, though I hoped no one would, so I began scanning myself. “Minor injuries… that’s all it is.”

Personal Log 200407.26 Ensign Delgado I got a letter from Mother yesterday. She’s decided to make a trip to Vulcan. She knew I would be worried about her, so she reminded me that at eighty she’s still considered quite young. My grandfather will be accompanying her, but he’s one hundred and twenty-seven. Sometimes it’s just hard to grasp. I’m aging like a full human. My mother looks more like my sister than anything. As for work, I’m not quite sure what I’ve gotten into. I understand the need for a doctor on the Passive Weapon Project. I understand that I am there to make sure they make a weapon that doesn’t harm anyone. But, well, I’ve never had anyone ask me for design ideas for a weapon. I’m a doctor, not weapons specialist! However, I am brainstorming, I really am. I am trying to come up with ideas. Sadly, my mind has a way of wandering. All I’ve come up with is what pip might stand for. (Professional Insignia Pin; or it might be Personnel Indicator Pin, but that doesn’t make as much sense) This is not good. I have to have some brilliant ideas by tomorrow, when we meet again. I don’t want to let any of the team members down, and they seem to think I can do whatever it is that Lieutenant Commander Krax is requiring of me. I have done my homework on Electromagnetic weapons. Really I have. It appears that the worst harm that might be done to the occupants of the ship would be minor burns from Electromagnetic Radiation, as well as some of the side effects our engineer was mentioning. However, depending on the wavelength they uses the radiation may be so little that it would not affect the occupants in the way of burns. I’m still not sure that using this type of weapon would not knock out life support, but I’m sure we’ll address that at the next meeting.

“Computer, access letter CD10, and delete from paragraph one… again.” ::moves to sit on bed, and decides instead to climb onto her dresser:: “Dear Curt, “I’ve gotten settled down, and grown used to my room enough to sleep well. I miss you all terribly, but I am getting used to not having you around. And I should say it’s a very good thing that Charlie didn’t come; there are other animals on board, and one close to my quarters I am pretty sure. I catch a whiff every once in a while, and Charlie would not have been pleased about that. “I’ve met some of the crew. One member came into the sickbay the other day, seemingly only to use the comm. Bri, our Chief Medical Officer, referred to her as Marris. I looked it up in the crew manifest and found out that it was Marris Krax, our helmswoman. But I digress, as I have not actually been introduced to her yet; I should tell you more of Bri. Dr. Briana Zion, who insists on me calling her Bri. She is quite an interesting character. She’s… an Immortal. We talked for a while the other day, and I found her to be quite an persistent conversationalist. I slipped out something about enjoying painting, and she mentioned that perhaps she would like to see some of them. I believe I told you the response I got the last time I showed someone one of mine.” ::climbs carefully off her dresser and bends down to look under her bed:: “Got to help out in the sickbay finally, on the same day I was talking to Bri about painting. Our ship came under attack. We had a few people come in with minor injuries.: ::begins pulls painting supplies out from under her bed:: “I treated a person who looked like they’d fallen over their console, which is understandable. We felt the ship shake with whatever it was being hit with, which was kind of frightening.” ::sets up a few finished works, leaning them against the wall:: “But other than going through a wormhole, being attacked, and talking to an immortal, things have been quiet around here.” ::begins squirting paint out onto a palette:: “Be sure to forward this to the rest of the family. I’ll write everyone a note here soon enough.” ::grabs some paintbrushes, tries to decide which hand to use one of them in:: “Hmm… well, I suppose that’s all I have to say for now.” ::climbs back onto her dresser with her palette, a paintbrush in her right hand, and a piece of parchment:: “Your cousin, Elaine Delgado.” “Computer, save and close letter.” ::begins painting something that looks similar to link sausage in a pink color, remembers the last time she tried to paint a wormhole:: “What is it?” “A wormhole. I’m not finished yet.” “It looks more like the intestines of a cow.” “You critique of my unfinished work is duly noted; now go away.” “Wow.” “What?” “If you look at it upside down it looks like it’s smiling at you.” “That’s not funny.” “Actually, it is… hmm, perhaps you should stick to painting clouds.” “Don’t make me smack you Curt.” “Okay, okay… I’m leaving…”

I stood there, holding my bags in various ways, one strapped onto my back, another over my shoulder, and still another being held in one hand, my other hand being shook by various family members. This entourage including my mother, my grandfather, on my aunts, and two of my cousins. I looked over to one of my cousins, a friend, who had agreed to take care of my pet until I got permission to have one onboard. “Don’t feed Charlie, okay? Not for another few months.” Curt Delgado smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of… it.” He chuckled. “I don’t intend on having any procreation going on in your absence.” I looked at the five people standing around me. “I should probably catch my transport. I don’t want to be late.” My grandfather, Salok, stepped forward. He had been so quiet during all of this. I had hoped he would say something. He clasped my hand in his, then said, “Live long and prosper, my child.” I smiled at his serious face. “Live long and prosper, Salok.” I turned and walked away from my family, towards my future. Not once did any of us cry while we said goodbye, but when I sat down in the transport a single tear slid down my cheek. I took a deep breathe at released it. I reminded myself of what I had to look forward to: a new career; meeting new people; being on a ship again. I was looking forward to being on a ship again. It had been more than a decade since I had last lived on one. Dad, I thought. Another tear slipped down. Come on, Elaine! Not here… I looked over my orders for the twentieth time, read where I would be staying on the ship, looked over the ship specifications. Then the transport operator told me that I had arrived at my destination. I looked up to see a ship as we came close to dock. U.S.S. Excalibur. It looked so big. I was informed, upon arriving, that the rest of the crew would be aboard within a couple of days, being on shore leave. I nodded to the ensign who had told me, and decided to take my bags to my quarters… to my new home.

Name: T’Lan “Elaine” Delgado Gender: Female Species: Human/ ¼ Vulcan Age: 24 earth standard Height: 1.74 meters Hair: Black Eyes: Dark brown Father: Lieut. Cmdr. Edward P. Delgado [H] (Deceased) Mother: T’Pen [V/H] Siblings: None Place of Birth: U.S.S. Trombley, Galaxy Class ship where her father was stationed Current Assignment: Chief Medical Officer of the U.S.S. Excalibur Bio: Elaine, as her father nicknamed her at birth after giving in to his wife’s wish to name her T’Lan, spent the first half of her life on a starship. She was close to both her parents, and had few friends her own age on board the ship. Her mother served as a teacher to the children that were on the ship, but opted to teach Elaine privately, giving her as advanced coursework as possible. Her father served as an Assistant, and then Chief Engineer on the ship. When Elaine was about twelve years old her father went on an away mission that included only three people, as it was covert. While they were on the surface of the planet the Trombley, and then the planet itself, were fired upon. Edward was crushed under a large pile of rocks, and died before he could receive proper medical attention. This fact has always made Elaine feel a bit leery about going on away missions, while at the same time causing her to want to be there so that no one meets an untimely demise as her father did. When her father was killed it caused mental trauma for Elaine. She would not speak to anyone. Her mother, T’Pen, took her to Earth, where they lived with Salok. Salok, T’Pen’s father and a diplomat on Earth, welcomed them into his home in San Francisco. Even with the help of Salok and doctors in San Francisco, Elaine still would not talk. When some of the Delgado family heard of T’Pen and Elaine’s return they came to visit them. Upon seeing Curt, her cousin, Elaine began speaking again; everyone was sure that it was because of his resemblance to her father. They have been good friends ever since. During her high school years, Elaine spent time in research, mostly of ancient Earth religions, as well alternative medicines from several planets. Having completed her high school coursework by the age of sixteen, Elaine took college coursework by correspondence for two years. She spent a year with an archeological group that included her aunt, Dr. Marcella Delgado, before starting coursework at Starfleet Academy at the age of eighteen. While at the Academy she made few friends, keeping mostly to herself. She did become close with a Cadet Bach, who instilled in her an early bedtime. After spending a year working at Starfleet Academy, Elaine was accepted into Starfleet Medical, the courses of which she completed in four years. It is interesting to note that even though Elaine joined the medical staff, she does not like blood. At all. The sight of it causes her to become sick and react erratically and emotionally. On her desk there are usually an assortment of things, including a lot of data padd’s, a small jar marked “lollypops” that actually contains small hard candies that come various fruit flavors and are enriched with vitamins and minerals, and on occasion you might even find her sitting on (or under) her desk. Family Tree: Paternal John and Windy Delgado (Both Deceased) Edward Patrick (Deceased); married T’Pen (81); child, Elaine (24) Marcella Diane (58); unmarried Nicholas Robert (54); married Gwen Alice (53); children, Curt William (22), and Calvin Quincy (17) Maternal Salok and Salina Wimbles (Salok- 128; Salina-Deceased) Tonan (84); married to Srovas T’Pen (81); married Edward Delgado (Deceased); child, T’Lan (24)

My first day: On the Uss Olie as an Asst. Engineer Cdt. Elaine Delgado The chief seemed tense. The visiting Ferengis were obviously worrying him. He had me set everything to level three clearence. None of our visitors were going to be allowed to get too curious. He told me he was Betazoid. Then he ran off somewhere. I quickly finished my work at the panel, and headed back to Engineering. I never liked Ferengis, and I also didn't quite understand why they would be boarding our ship. I figured I could safely hide out for the entire mission. Everything was quiet for quite some time. I ran tests, enjoyed the quiet, wondered where my senior officer was. Then they came in. A whole flock of them, walking right in. The Ferengis had landed. Thankfully a security officer was there, almost immidiatly, standing between me and them. I tried to be polite. But when the Chief came in, anxious, telling me to watch 'em, I felt protective. Esspecially when the uglier one kept looking at my favorite console. We stood there for a while, staring eachother down. I moved closer to my favorite console. No one was going to mess with it today. I think the Chief might have left, maybe the Security officer, I don't know. It was just me and the ugly big eared dude. Then the alarms started going off. I knew I needed to turn around, but that would mean turning away from him. He smiled, revealing his really nasty teeth. Then there was an explosion. I forced the Ferengi to leave, then looked over at where the alarms were going off. Another explosion rocked engineering. I began to sob. My Chief was off somewhere, there was a leak in the warp core, and worst of all... Sparks were shooting from my favorite console as it began to melt. I tried to stabalize the warp core. Anti-matter was leaking out, all over. I never felt the blast. The USS Olie went out in blazing glory, taking close to 40 Ferengis with her.

Night of the simulation with a surprise ending!!! Everything happened at once. I was just looking for my copy of the Starfleet Medical journal when Atragon called for assistance. I sent down AMO Volch, confident that whatever had happened to the XO could be quickly fixed. 2AMO Dupont said something about how he agreed about the horribleness of Ferengi earaches, but I didn’t quite catch it, still trying to look for the journal. I realized that Volch wasn’t back yet, so I asked for a report. He said that the XO was fine, but wanted to get a better look-see. The next I heard from him he needed assistance at the turbo lift. I walked out of sickbay to see he and Atragon on the floor, the XO’s arm twisted around in a painful looking way. I helped get him to sickbay, and plopped him on a biobed. While I started working on him I had Volch look for Dupont. The XO, having enjoyed his hypospray, began asking interesting but irrelevant questions. I tried to work quickly. At some point CENG McNight walked in with a burn on his hand, and Dupont walked in seeming a tad intoxicated. I let the XO go, put some goop on McNight, and gave Dupont a look. I finished up with McNight and told Dupont I wanted to speak to him. After I was done with that I realized Atragon was still hanging around. I saw him to the turbo lift, telling him as his doctor he should really just take the rest of the day off, hoping that would be long enough for the hypospray to wear off. I went back to see how Dupont was getting along with the inventory he was counting, and saw that two science officers had walked in. One needed the assistance of a medical officer, so I sent Volch with him. The other, not thinking anyone noticed him, was taking things off trays and putting them on the floor. I went to stop him. Then the hologram environment disappeared. The training simulation was over, class was done. However, Captain Dacotah was standing with Atragon, a few feet away from me, and she didn’t look like she was ready to leave yet. There was whispering going on. “Front and center, Cadet Delgado.” I walked up to her. Some of the Cadets and higher-ranking participants backed away from us nervously. It didn’t help that I had heard rumors of terrible thrashings at other Academy classes. I stepped forward timidly. “I believe I will let Atragon have the honor of this dress down.” She told me. He walked up to me. “Cadet Delgado.” He scowled. “I regret to inform you…” I didn’t feel so good about this. “…that you are no longer a cadet.” I passed out and fell to the ground. After regaining consciousness, and tuning out the applause, I realized the seriousness of the situation. As there was no way possible for me to become a sub-cadet, he obviously meant that now I was… Ensign.

<<I went to an unofficial sim for the first time today. First, I was greated by an Admiral who wanted my life history. I think he might have been drunk, or just old. Then people warned me about other people who would prob attack me later. And then they gave me flack about having Cdt. attatched to my name, which was terrible fun ^_^ >> I was the Chief Medical Officer, thinking that might keep me alive. But, that would prove all too untrue. They called me to go on the away team, for what reason I don't know. So, I went with the XO and CSEC to prepare to beam down. CSEC gave me a phaser (Me: Gosh, I knew I should have listened to you when you said all officers were supposed to practice with these things. CSEC: Hate to tell you I told you so...) We beamed onto this Cardy ship, and the XO kept saying stuff like let's go blow somthing up, which is not a direct quote, I assure you. Then this Cardy started bugging the CSEC, who happened to be a Cardy as well, and I got tired of waiting for the CSEC to get in the TL, so I shot the Cardy. The Cardy that was bugging the CSEC, not the CSEC. It was a lovely shot, and I must say I am quite shocked that I did it so well. We tried to get to the bridge, but this weird time warp happened, which was quite unintentional, but I'm not sure what happened, because we had two (or was it four) possible endings. <<But then my mother came in and told me we needed to go get dinner so I needed to leave>> And so, being the only one not trapped in a force field, I ran the the Cardy bridge and shot a lot, and got shot, and I was dead, and then I could get offline. <<If anything interesting happened after I left, I would love to know about it. Please post it here, thanks!! :lol: >>

Academy Log for: Cadet Elaine Delgado, Asst. Engineer on the U.S.S. Lena Date: Wednesday the 9th It was going to be a pretty routine mission; we were going to decide if the two moons of planet Esther were acceptable for habitation. I went to engineering, where Chief Smooth was enjoying a cup of coffee. The smell of it alone made me drool. After talking to him about odd ingredients found in some alien coffees, I went over to where D-day was running tests on the engines and began running some scans of my own, on secondary programs. D-day wondered aloud if we would see any action. When we got closer to the moons there was a call for volunteers from engineering to go down. I volunteered to hold down the fort. I’ve always had a fear of going on away missions. It’s just that my father… oh, never mind. Well, nothing much happened. I just sat around Engineering sipping coffee and watching different screens. Then these electric storms came up on both moons, the swampy-one and the desert-like one. It ended up being just lightening, but then I began to wonder how there was lightening going on in the middle of the desert where D-day was experiencing a sandstorm. The lightening was understandable on a planet that was covered in rainforest, but electricity... with sand... I tried to ask D-day some questions about what he could see. But before I could find out anything our communication was cut. (Computer pause. ::looking over at her room mate:: could you stop throwing your pillows at me? As soon as I finish this log I’ll turn of the light! Gosh!!) Where was I? Oh, yes, and then they all were eaten by quicksand and I promoted myself to chief engineer. The End. (Computer end and save. ::looking over at her room mate again:: What? You said to hurry up! No, won't hand this log in, don’t worry. ::sigh:: I’ve got to get more sleep. Computer, turn off the lights)

Night of the Really Boring Sim!!! And now, my sim log in three sentences: 1) We went looking around at this big black area, me being the CSCI and LoAmi being the ASCI (Bad idea, right there...when your assistant knows more jargon than you, you end up looking dumb), and ran scans. 2) It ended up being a black hole, caused somehow by a big, radioactive comet, one of the type that likes to toy with your ship, and finally someone said, "Hey, let's blow it up. 3) CSEC Smooth23 said he'd get me some particles to study, and about that time we tried to go to warp, and that ripped us into four pieces, and I went, What was that noise?, and Smooth said, Hey, the computer says we have no docking bay 3, so I can't get you those particles, and then our very helpful XO informed us that if a ship is in four pieces we are all dead. And it took only forty-five minutes, and it was boring, and no one got graduated, and our captain disappeared about fifteen minutes into it, and I just realized that this is a fourth sentence, not to mention they are all really, really big. Ooh, and N'dak, your log rocked. I tried looking for others just as funny, but it seems you began talking like you were a Rihan or something, and dude, I just don't know what to do with all the apostrophes, because I am more of a comma person myself. Okay, I'm done now with my totally unimpressive log. I'm going to go play with my tribble.

Wed. Night, May 27th Aboard the U.S.S. (Computer pause. ::looks over at pet tribble:: hmm. It started with an L…) as Chief Medical Officer. Well, we had just left some star base, no real mission so far. The helm decided to practices some maneuvers apparently, as there were a few jolts. (Computer pause. ::picks up tribble, begins to stroke it:: just between you and me, I heard that there was a barrel roll involved. Humph.) Well, I got that feeling that I was going to have a patient soon. Just one of those gut feelings. Then I began getting messages from several people that I needed to head down to a turbo lift, that someone was trapped inside, possibly hurt. I headed over. Chief D-day from engineering was there trying to get it open, as it was stuck tight. The Captain wanted to know what was going on, and why I hadn’t gotten to my patient yet. “[D*** it, Jim] I’m a doctor, not an Eng[ineer]!” I yelled at her. I could hear the delirious screams of the XO, who was trapped inside. Then the Chief got some help from an assistant, opening the doors. Heat blew out. Atragon had been badly burnt in addition to other injuries. I gave him some medication and asked Asst. Eng. Pittykitty to help me drag him to sickbay. I grabbed his shoulders and she got his other end. We had just got to sickbay when the lights went out and the temperature dropped. We plopped the XO onto a bed. Thankfully, Pittykitty knew where flashlights were, being an engineer. I began treating Atragon as best I could in the dark, and dropping temperatures. He kept complaining about being numb, not being able to feel his toes, and so on and so forth. I sighed, gave him some more meds, a blanket, thinking perhaps the shock and the cold and the burns were getting to him. Pittykitty suggested that we move him elsewhere, especially when we were getting really cold, and I couldn’t find a darn tricorder in the dark. (Computer pause. ::Looking into what could be the tribble’s face, or something else all together:: Those people at the starbase may have outfitted us nicely, but they put everything back in the right places. I couldn’t find anything!!) About that time the Captain walks in, asks why the lights are off, and why it’s cold, and then the lights turned on, and Atragon started screaming again, and I looked at her and said, “The lights aren’t off.” I was finally able to scan the XO, and figure out what his complaints were all about. It seems we accidentally left his legs in the Turbo lift. I sent Pittykitty off to get them. (Computer pause. ::putting tribble back into its cage:: You know, even though she grumbled about retrieving his legs, it was sort of her fault that we left them. She had the feet end. Of course, being an engineer and not a medical officer like myself she obviously didn’t know to look for such things.) Anyway, everyone was pleased that we got through the evening without any casualties, but of course, that was probably due to my awesome abilities, even if the XO was whining about a broken back. (Oops. Computer, delete last paragraph, from ‘anyway’.)

Hi. I'm new. :D If you could tell me if this is what a log should look like that would be great. I love writing, but if this is too dramatic and not scientific enough tell me. --JesusTrekkie ;)