My Time in the BIg Chair

[Apollo 0]

PERSONAL LOG

Ne’Arrien Destorie N’Dak

ASEC RES Talon

Stardate 0310.23

 

>Begin Log

 

N’Dak sat cross-legged in the command chair on the Oira. “Enarien’s log,” he said in best attempt to mimic t’Rexen. “The crew has finally subdued the Klingon’s on the surface. But not before the XO has gotten ambushed, I am now dealing with the matter as my more than capable asst. security officer mans the oira.”

 

He chuckled to himself. “She will have my hide if she catches me, but oh is this worth it.”

 

He starred out into space looking at the passing stars. He thought to himself: This is what commanding a ship is about. Looking out into space and knowing that you are its master. Just then someone tapped him on the shoulder. He nearly jumped out of the seat. He was unsure weather or not it was Enarien or whether it was the dark figure who had been haunting him as of late. He turned around to see a young crewman with an ISD in his hand.

 

“I need you to sign off on these daily reports,” tr’Inco said.

 

“Give them here!.” Ndak said half relieved half irritated. “Here take these back and do them all over! There is a spelling mistake, do na bring anything before me or the Enarien that is incorrect! We have much more important things to deal with than your mistakes!”

 

“I..I..IE!” the young crew man muttered as he quickly ran off with the ISD’s.

 

N’dak grinned to himself with a devious pleasure. He thought to himself: “Sitting in this chair the Enarien must have rubbed off on me.”

 

He starred off into stars again and dazed off, not even noticing what was going on around him...

 

>End Log