"How the Story Went"

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How the Story Went

McLean’s Logs

0510.17

 

 

It was a dark and stormy night. The Reaent, though not destroyed, drifted in shambles while George and Aaron escaped the firefight in their little pod. Up ahead was a small M class planet, but it really didn’t give much comfort. Most of the planet was covered with deserts, with a few places of sparse vegetation. The Eastern and Western Hemispheres were split by a large, mostly acidic ocean. This was not Risa.

 

Aaron received the rendezvous coordinates and piloted the pod towards the planet’s atmosphere. The Command Staff had ordered all Reaent personnel to assemble at a specific location on the Southeast part of a peninsula on the Eastern Hemisphere. Once they arrived, they were supposed to implement emergency Away Team protocols, which included the need to erect shelter, scout out the area, setup medical facilities, and gather together all useful supplies. The protocols also included rations on food and water.

 

After breaking the atmosphere Aaron directed the pod to the rendezvous location with relative ease. Despite the horror stories that George had been told about Aaron’s piloting abilities, he seemed to know what he was doing. Aaron landed the pod in the midst of several other evacuation vehicles and it appeared as if work had already begun. On the northwest part of the camp was a makeshift structure that George assumed was either for medical or for command.

 

George climbed out of the pod and glanced around. Besides the few structures that were being worked on and the assorted escape pods, George noticed little else of interest. They were too far away from the shore to see the ocean and not near any significant mountain rises. George could see a little vegetation, though none of it looked appetizing. The climate was quite humid and the two suns easily brought the temperature over 100 degrees. Underneath his feet rested large granules of sand, typical of the rest of the planet.

 

George immediately went to work on taking apart some of the escape pods in effort to use their engines. One of the primary responsibilities in a situation like this for Engineers is to ensure that the community has some sort of generator in which lights and various emergency apparatuses could be hooked to. The rest of the evening was spent doing such.

 

As George lay down to sleep later on in the evening in a small tent, he finally had a chance to reflect on the day. There really was never a dull moment in Starfleet. Yet, despite all of the stresses of the day, he remained a peace. George could not imagine a better life for him. He was cleaned up, he had smarted up, and things were definitely looking up for him. George shuddered to think what his life would have been like had he not listened to the people that cared about him. Redemption was his life’s song.