Exerts from Personal Diary of Col. Eason

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Exerts from the Personal Diary of Col. Claire Eason

 

Month 8, Day 3--We buried Ens Lego today. It was a Starfleet burial with honors for being killed in the line of duty. Except rather than the usual burial in space, he was buried in the earth in a grave dug by shipmates. Almost everyone managed to round up some type of Starfleet Uniform too. The mood has been somber since his death and the injuries to the other of the repair crew onboard the ship at the time. For the last 8 months everything has been perfect. No major injuries, no real obstacles. Easy. Too Easy. On Month 8, Day 1, we paid the price for having it so easy thus far. I hope its the only one we have to pay.

 

Month 11, Day 15-- Days are simple here. Get up. Breakfast. Detail assignments whether it be the solar plant ort he Deuterium plant, or the fields or orchards or whatever. Time later to spend hiking or swimming or hanging out in the common area, or spending time with Sovak. Dinner's in there somewhere. Then lights out and time to start over again the next day. Nice and easy, and usually predictable. Its nice not to have to go around being suspicious about everything and never letting your guard down as you have to do constantly in SI. Simplicity. There's something to be said for it. Jami and I have been talking about that a lot lately. I know we aren't the only ones that like life on the planet either.

 

Month 14, Day 11-- 2 weeks done. 2 weeks to go. I hate being on the Manticore. I never thought I'd say that, but I am. Progress is very very slow. But the repairs are coming along. Being up here on the ship makes me miss life on the planet even more. I miss the ocean beating against the shore, working in the gardens. Swimming. Even the antics of McFly, Faldek and Kroells. I miss watching the storms come in with Sovak. And chatting with Jami, and also with Farron and Roget. I have to admit, I've never been one of the more social members of the crew, but when I am doing my time up here, I miss most everyone. But most of all I miss Sovak.

 

Month 17, Day 21-- There's nothing like watching the fog roll in. First, it's a gray line across the distant water. Then, once it reaches land, it does literally roll. It forms fingers over the coastal mountains and hills, then seeps into the coves and valleys and grabs the sea rocks, the beaches , trees, and even us in its grip. I remember an old earth saying from my academy days. There's nothing colder than a San Francisco Summer. The fog makes that true. Especially at night. But its still beautiful as it rolls onshore. Its very relaxing to watch. I need that after the day in the fields today. 2 of the enlisted crew had been bickering all day. Finally, they got into a fight while staking the tomatoes. A Bolian and a Klingon crew member. They were arguing over whether or not the ship would be repaired and whether or not it should be. They are both quite larger in size than I and I don't know what possessed me to try to break it up rather than wait on Precip and his forces. I think I'm lucky to only have a couple of cuts and a sprained ankle and wrist.

 

Month 19, Day 30-- We're coming up on 20 months here on the Earth. Soon it will be 2 years. The ship repairs slowly continue. The end to them is not yet in site. For that matter, we really don't even know if there will be an end. Life is good.