Captain's Log

[Cptn Moose 0]

Captain's Log, Stardate 10307.02

 

Lt Cdr Stardust has the bridge.  Cdr Dacotah has the delegates.  I have peace and quiet.  I am not one who normally takes advantage of the privileges due my rank, but this is an exception.  I am comfortably sequestered in my ready room with the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, and I plan on remaining here until the Ambassadors from the 1st and 12th planet return to their respective corners.

 

It's not that I don't feel their pain.  I do understand what it's like to be part of a grudge so old that the participants don't even remember what it's about.  Bill could barely exchange small talk with me on Starbase 36, and I had just rescued his daughter from slavery.

 

I tried to review their requests and demands with an open mind, but both sides were insistent on details the likes of which even a fully diagnosed anal retentive would admit were petty and controlling.  Quite honestly, I'm still worried about Kelly and Samantha.  I don't have the patience for this right now.  Command should have sent me to blow something up.

 

Ever since I insisted she report to sick bay, Cdr Dacotah has been judgmental and impatient with the decisions I've been making.  So, now it's her turn.  She can handle this ... her way.

 

The Liputians and the Brodingnags haven't met face to face in 300 years.  It should be an interesting experience.  It will be my pleasure to hear all about it later.