a begining

[rosetto 0]

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::CADET ROSETTO::___::PERSONAL LOG::

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The moons hung low on the horizon like children suckling their mother and the air cool and exciting with a freshness unmatched on many worlds. It was a common chill and many would embrace this twilight. In the dim light stood a lone shelter far from the busy urban complex of Utopia and deep in the plains of Moab and Edom. This is where the boy rose to manhood. A simple life working the vast fields that fed the planet. His father taught him of the waters that pour from the well at Protonitus, discovered by the original colonists of the 22nd century, provided rebirth to the long deceased martian landscape. He was an attentive child and respected his parents though they were essentially dirt poor and struggled with a day to day survival. But Rosetto dreamed of the stars at night and as a teen he left home and journeyed to Tharsis in search of the knowledge of the Worlds afar. He saw himself with a higher purpose and set out to find it.

 

In Utopia, Rosetto found many things and began to make friends who eventually got him focused on a path forward. He found that Star Fleet and the Federation were important for both Mars and mankind's advancement. He decided that within Star Fleet he could gain a clearer understanding of the worlds at large. He was very young and inexperienced and would sometimes come off as overly eager but he was steadily gaining some respect from the Star Fleet members that he had met. They urged him to join the Academy after finishing his O-Levels at Utopia University. In two years he found himself on Earth and in San Fransisco with his eyes opened wide. The Academy was very different from what he had experienced in college and there was a level of politics that he had difficulties completely understanding but he was determined that he would find his future here.

 

[for GM & Counsel] Although I found SOPs for active crew members creating logs, I found none for cadets. Perhaps I missed them. However, since there is a variety of era's represented here in the Advanced SIMs and the era depicted but not officially stated in SFA is TNG, I figured it best to leave a STARDATE off of this record.

Edited April 24, 2010 by rosetto

[TKAR 0]

LOV IT -Could you write my logs/stories....

[Chirakis 1]

This is indeed the proper place for cadet logs, Mr. Rosetto. And a very good one it is.

[rosetto 0]

LOV IT -Could you write my logs/stories....

 

uh...no.

 

8-)

 

Sorry TKAR... I think it would be like doing someone else's homework... No benefit to either party... But thanks for the compliment!

[rosetto 0]

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::CADET ROSETTO::___::PERSONAL LOG::

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Sitting quietly in his dorm, rosetto closes his eyes and remembers. He had not spoken with his parents in several months; not since he had left Utopia. How his mother would marvel at San Francisco; the abundance of water and the warmth of the sun. But they would never leave Mars, their home that they built, the only world they knew. They had only visited him once in Utopia and his father absolutely hated it. The technology was too much for him to keep track and the people, well, that’s why he had gone to Mars in the first place. In his day it was the new frontier; the wide open spaces where a man could find peace in the work he accomplished. These thoughts were deeply impressed into rosetto's memories and sometimes he felt the same way as his father, longing for solitude where he commanded the world.

 

There was a time, he recalled, exploring with his father, some of the many early dwellings that lined the Syrtis Mountains. And one mountain in particular he would never forget that bore what his father said was a heretical coat of arms, a placard shape that wore a fanciful lion carved into the rock. It was larger than a house and decorated with contrasting colored minerals and wiry vines that seemed to crawl from behind. Above the lion was a silvery chevron like mask with a plume of yellow and blue rising upward. And on the chest of the lion was a bold red letter 'P'. His father told him that this was placed there by one of the founding pioneers. Its bright colors could be seen for miles and had helped guide many travelers to find their way into the Moab.

Edited April 26, 2010 by rosetto