My Name Is Crazy

[Jason Craz 0]

My Name Is Crazy

Ensign Jason M. Craz

Personal log

Assisstant Engineer

 

Log- Jason M. Craz

Well, this is my first log, isn't it? What to put in a log... Craz rubs his head for second, running a hand through his hair. I guess to put some things down for the record. My name's Jason M. Craz. My accepted nickname from birth is Crazy. I cannot say how much I despise that name. It's a bloody annoyance. I'm prefectly sane. My major at the Academy was warp theory. I didn't want to be on this field assignment. My best work is in a lab, taking some new technology apart or trying out something new. Starfleet Corps of Engineering, now that's a job I could love. Out here, there's too many chances for death. Taking for example, what happened today with the EPS conduit on B deck. If I'd done something wrong, I could be in sickbay, or even not making this log. There's too many variables out here. But, as my cousin Thomas the MACO says 'The things not to question why, but to do and die.' Besides, this can be a good chance for me to get to know alien cultures. Then again, there's not much chance for that as an Engineer. I guess that's a curse for being able to fix things. End log.

 

Jason pulled himself up from his chair, and takes a sip from his cup of water. His quarters were incredibly dark, with the only illumination coming from his computer and a small lamp barely giving off light. Near the viewport of his quarters, there was a a lab table with many gadgets on it, all things that Craz was working on. One, a square gadget, would decrease plasma consumption in the impulse engines. Another, a tubular object that resembeled a lightsaber(Craz was a movie buff), could be used to weld even the coolest metals together. Of course, all had flaws that Craz couldn't fix. He guessed that was another curse he suffered. He could never work out the bugs of things he was trying out.

Edited January 22, 2006 by Jason Craz