On The Pandora's Box

[Kevin Anderson 0]

"On the Pandora's Box"

Stardate 0704.23

A Log by Midshipman Kevin Anderson

 

 

When he reached the Pandora's Box Kevin's head still hurt from hitting it against a console while trying to find something that might lead them to the whereabouts of the transport ship's crew. As he headed for the bridge to take his spot at the science station he wondered if this new incident might actually shed more light into the whole affair. Everything was just far too mysterious for his liking. An entire crew had vanished after they had been attacked by... well... a group that did their best to make everything look like a Breen attack.

 

It just didn't make sense. Why hadn't they just killed the crew and taken the cargo? Where was the crew? Were there any survivors who were held prisoner somewhere?

 

While pondering these questions Kevin almost mechanically did what had to be done on the bridge. Nothing of much importance anyway, the real work would start once they'd get to where the distress signal had originated.

 

He looked over at Commander Hawke. Kevin still had to learn to be careful about what he thought when she was around. He didn't much like the fact that his thoughts and some of his actions gave away his insecurity all the time, he'd spent nights beating himself up over it, although he knew it wouldn't help. If only he were able to stop always wanting to do everything perfectly.

 

Perfect was something his father had always expected of him. To him it had never mattered how hard he had tried, all that had mattered was the result. Anything less than perfect was unacceptable. Kevin's career in Starfleet was unacceptable. Kevin knew he wasn't trying to be perfect for his father anymore, he was now trying to be perfect for himself, to prove to everybody that Starfleet wasn't a mistake but something he truly believed in. He also knew that regardless of what his superiors might think of him now, he would become a good Starfleet Officer once he would find his place in this world where everything was new to him, and he was out on his own.

 

A beep on his console suddenly demanded his attention and put a halt to his reverie. He would need to stay focused. Kevin regained his professional manner and showed that by straightening up a bit. The last non work relating thought he allowed himself was that he hoped that some day someone out there would be proud of him. Then he centred all his concentration on the task ahead, to find out what had happened to those two ships.