Captain's Personal Log - 0302.20

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Captain's Personal Log

Stardate 0302.20

Captain Fred Michaels

 

 

      Fred say in his the Ready Room reading several reports sitting on his desk. Taking a sip from the Denobian Wine he had retrieved from the replicator twenty minutes earlier, he leaned back in his chair in thought. Turning slightly he glanced out the window and watched as the stars flew past.

 

      The last mission had ended left the Captain with more curiosities than he had thought possible. To start, as a former engineer, he was amazed at the information his crew had collected about a weather control network modified to act as a "defense" shield. Though many people loved to discredit the Romulans, they were indeed a bright...and imaginative...race. Though it would not protect against planetary attacks, it would clearly act as a great weapon in keeping transporters and shuttles from landing.

 

      These curiosity led to others. Doctor Matthews and her staff had concluded the virus recently promoted Lieutenant J.G. Kroells had become infected with was apparently artificially made. What was the purpose? Why was a "ball of goo" infected with it? And why was this goo sitting in a stasis tube?

 

      For his part, Michaels was glad the mission was over. If any more questions and interesting twists had developed, he was certain he would start succumbing to the male pattern baldness which was in his DNA. As he took another sip of the purple beverage in his glass, he turned back and looked at another document on his desk.

 

      "Here's hoping no one gets themselves arrested on 345....", he said softly.