Ha'Vorante Bound

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Ha' Vorante Bound

 

Personal Log: Angelis,John,A.Lt.,Cag ,U.S.S.Reaent NCC-3345-G

 

The stars as seen through the window port from the Flight Op's office seem to be slipping silently by as we are underway towards our next destination for repairs and hopefully replacements. It has been less than an hour since the last mine was carefully placed into position at the wormhole.The last fighter and shuttle craft have returned safely and crews secured and debriefed.

 

The deck crews and maintaince personnel are busied about with refueling and routine post mission check offs and repairs where needed. The various pilots from the looks of things after the debriefing were ready for something to eat,drink, and possibly much deserved rack time...they all deserve a respite indeed.

 

The data coming into indicates no problem with the mining operation. The fact we did implement and carry out the operation with not so much as an errant glance from the Romulans or others that just may not be enthralled with the UFP is a blessing some may have not taken into account.

 

The U.S.S.Proxima though left behind by reports presents no threat at this time and may be the center for another mission in the future. The fact we as a ship and crew have made it this far is a miracle at best. The cost of our mission has not been without great loss both in crew and in equipment. I reflect on the letters sent to the fleet and routed then to the survivors of those under my watch that will not be going home.

 

The numbers speak for themselves both in fatalities and injured ...even to the very top of the COC. The Captain and Xo had been injured and in sick bay along with my wife Schawnsee whom narrowly escaped the veil walk. The mining of the wormhole should bring about at least one good point to this mission...It may either delay,or forbid access to the Romulans into this section of the quadrant. The Gamma quadrant indeed we are a very long way from the space we call home.

 

I have been going over the list of our dead and wonder when we will be availed the opportunity for a burial ceremony proper to honor those who have given their all to this ship and the Federation.The crews from various departments are beginning to show the stress from recent events as they appear drained shuffling along the corridors as the days duties continue. I do hope while we are in dock for repairs the crew be allowed some type of R&R.

 

The mining of the grid did provide some enjoyment for a few of us as my friend Aaron had the rare chance to actually suit up and join me on the mission. The effect was obvious as the look of elation and pure excitement was etched on his features as we launched and took up a course to the grid. I am quite sure he was grateful to be back in a cockpit once again.

 

Reports are finished and the time grows late...fatigue has finally begun to creep in on me as it replaces the help of the adrenalin and caffeine that has been keeping me going for what seems like days. The fact it probably has been days since having the time to garner a full nights rest, in place of the quick cat naps that have been keeping me going is beyond me .

 

The time as well reminds me I need to quickly check in on Schawnsee, it has been awhile since I checked in on her,I do worry about her at times...even through all the protest and speeches as it pertains to her position,and our chosen professions. I will make it a quick check as it is now close to myself winding up in there along side if I do not get some semblance of rest. A quick drop by and a smile ,perhaps a kiss and I love you might keep her worries at bay....Computer...End log...Beep! ;)