"Laid Up...Fed Up"

[Sam_SemaJ 0]

<<this log gets placed a few sims back, when I was in sickbay (oh, which time, sam?) getting my broken ankle repaired>>

 

"Laid Up....Fed Up"

Personal Log - S.K. Sema'J

SD 10809.03

 

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Sam lay on the bio bed, his leg in the bone regeneration device...this was what...hour...3? He didn't care, the snide desire to count his time there had passed. So had his usefulness apparently. The expectation was to provide expert leadership for the crew in the area of engineering...he couldn't even do so in the area of walking. And here's the funny part...this time it wasn't even because of his neural lapse point...he had just fallen...how lame...like that pun. He was not cut out to be galavanting about fixing this and that, analyzing that thing over there, predicting the outcome of this such modification...well maybe that one he was good at. Because it involved him just focusing, by himself, on an abstract concept. Like flying...he didn't have to rely on other people, or figure out how to work with them...he had to focus on his own abilities and perceptions, and find his own way from point A to point B. And he usually got to do this from the comforts of his own chair, not a bad thing by any measure. A bit funny that trying to fit himself into the engineering groove had just ended him up by himself anyway. That's ok...it gave him time to think.

 

Time to think about the political ravings happening around him. He didn't really like political to-do...but it seemed he couldn't get away from it, with axrekrav, and now this. But there were grey areas and clear areas...a grey area was what business the federation had accepting an invitation to mediate planetary land rights...moreso to curb the threat of annihilation. It made Sam's skin crawl, just the thought of being given such power of decision, and the federation clearly had laws...one law, that said Arcadia probably shouldn't be placed there. But the Prime Directive doesn't always jive with rightness does it? There had to be a right solution to this problem without one race blowing it's enemy off the face of the Nevulez. The question was whether the Federation, a neutral bystander with a desire for peace, should be held for that "right" conclusion. This was all making Sam woozy. As soon as he got off this blasted thing, it was straight to the bridge, to find out what had come to pass since he (once again) got knocked out of the loop...and more importantly, he desperately needed to know the captain's thoughts on all this.

 

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