jumpsuits part 1

[Tovan 0]

Ensign Tovan

Personal log

SD 50310.7

 

         ::after working for 2 hours straight::

 

       Tovan took out his personal padd and wrote his personal log

 

           ::beep::

 

          Itis now 2000 hours aboard the starbase and docking bay 2, i am sitting on a what it appears to be a cargo container, the last time i checked the content was 3 minutes ago, it contained the most strange looking bags filled with a type of spice i never seen before, but since the vessel had already departed i could not ask for premission to "sample"

the cargo.

 

          The smell of bat droppings are strong in the air, most of it seems to be comming from dock bay 32 and some near bay 30 and 24, the smell is quite exotic and disturbing, i hope the station manger cleans it off the dock or make someone do the cleaning. suprisingly i had never seen a bat in real life, i read all about them in biology class in the academy, i guess i have only skimed the surface of life and technology.

 

          Meanwhile, seeing the Boss over here, Mister Marty, runing around barking orders and i feel as if i am back in the physical part of the academy, i still remember my coach, brave guy he was, with a tad of strangeness, always barking orders and boss people around, strange i never talked to him outside of the academy, i guess his times are limited...

 

          After eating dinner with Lt. Goad i went back to check on the cargo crews, unfortunaly two crewmembers were arguing about prices and stolen items, and another few argued about someone stealing their crate of blood wine, good thing they weren't klingons...

 

          ::an hour later::

 

          Well the issues have been resolved and the crews and merchants are happy once again, i found out that about an average of 10 vulcan freighters dock here every week i hope to see familiar faces, i wonder if my mother would be there, unfortunally i am suppose to be undercover....i guess i'll have to see them another time.

 

             As i work i get more and more curious about what shape the manticore is in, i wonder how the repair crews are holding up, the last time i saw those engineers was like...a week ago, they were pratically glowing with excitement about repairing the ship. Nah...they are probably doing great, getting that secondary processor ready and reprogramming the computer core, the manticore probably could fight off an army of romulan warbirds in her current shape.

 

             Still...i wonder if my quarters are in order, ::raises eyebrows:: the last time i saw it i wasn't even able to get in, the door was jamed with a piece of plasma conduit from the inside, though i took a little peek through alittle hole that the plasma burnt through, by the looks i thought i needed a new copy of my quarters, but i just walked away and let the clean up team worry about that.

 

            It's not like i have alot of things that were REALLY IMPORTANT, i believe all i had that was important were 24 books full of images of my family and friends, the assignment sheets of my career, a painted photo of my family, done by a friend at the academy,  plus copies of a story novel called "The Life Of a Cadet" By Li Yang, of course he was an acient man now, and another engineering novel called "Warp Plasma For The Mind" by Ko'val.

         

           ::an hour later::

 

          This place brings back memories, the sight of freighters are smoothing and the smell, well, strange and exotic a docking bay can smell like. Well got to get on with work, 2 more hours to go.

 

::end log::

 

          Places his padd back into his bag as he stands up and walks towards the large cargo containers. The Fun Never Ends.