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Post by ensignharris on Dec 19, 2006 22:48:20 GMT -5
Chief Engineer's Log Stardate 63966.97 22:37:31
Today we were allowed shore leave after our grueling battle with the Orion pirates. The ship is due for some repairs so I decided to try out my new holodeck program. I invited Vraxlis but he had important matters to tend to so Darius came along instead. I've been dying to test this program for some time now. It was every bit as exciting as I thought it would, and very well should, be. I added a Gatling gun to the plane's frame and even put it on a sliding post so it can be used by the pilot or a passenger. We managed to shoot down three enemies before being shot down ourselves. Throwing on our parachutes, we jumped from the plane to saftey about 300 feet from the hangar. There we sat down for a picnic before heading back to our duties. End Engineer's log.
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Post by LtJG Zeela Peers on Aug 19, 2010 18:56:50 GMT -5
Zila looked out of the viewport in her quarters. Jupiter Station was technological terror that took her breath away. She had run in and out of the sonic shower. She liked to take showers in hot water, but she was not going to get that luxury. She would reward herself with a long bubble bath later. She quickly replicated a fresh uniform and checked herself in the mirror. The 'second voice', as Zila had begun to refer to the Peers symbiont in her stomach; told her she looked fine.
Chief Engineers Log:
I embarked on my first mission as Chief Engineer, and it was the epitome of suck .Not only were we tricked by the Cardys, but I brought one of the finest ships in the fleet back home in shambles. Now, I'm asking myself if the reason the Captain decided to run was me. Maybe he thought a new Chief was new and not quite up to the challenge of such a huge battle. The Aryes definitely has enough fire power to make a go of it so what other conclusion should I draw? He knew everyone on that bridge like the back of his hand except me. I have to earn the Captain's trust no matter what. I'll just show him by working my butt off. Its a good plan but is it mine or Peers? Damn, forget it.I need to get to work now. No way I'm letting those clumsy Starfleet Engineers work on my ship without me there.
End Log.
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Post by LtJG Zeela Peers on Nov 13, 2010 21:08:54 GMT -5
This log takes place between the last mission and the current mission.
The element of water; It has many uses. Zila had learned that in school. As the cool splashed across her face she was reminded of this fact. The armor she wore lying discarded on the floor of her small quarters. She gripped the sides of the sink panting. Zila had lost herself. Not in way many would notice, but it had happened again. She looked in the mirror at herself. “Keep it together; you have a job to do.” She told herself. “The job would be easier if you would just let me help you.” Said the voice quietly, but with enough authority that she knew it was not hers. She was having a hard time trying to not fall apart right there in front of the Major on the planet. This was her first away mission, and all she could remember was the look on those people’s faces. The image of so many dead and suffering was burned into her mind forever. Then it happened, Peers took over. She noticed her left hand began to tremble. She quickly grabbed it with her right hand. “NO!” She said out loud. It stopped, and she could hear the voices again. Sometimes it was mail, other times female. “Zila, we were meant to join. You must stop resisting.” The voiced pleaded. “Is that what you told Jaren?” She thought back. She walked out of the bathroom and almost tripped over the ridiculous armor she had created for herself. What was she thinking? Exhausted she fell backwards on her bed. She didn’t want to sleep because she knew when she succumbed to sleep the dreams would come.
Before she could stop it her eyes closed, and it happened again. She found herself, sedated with Jaren next to her drugged. She was drugged also, but in the dreams she could always she what they were doing. She fought and struggled against it, but it never did any good. She watched them dig the symbiot out of her bother with blood pouring from his abdomen. She watched as they put it in her. As always she wanted to scream out No! I don’t’ want it! Please no! She still could do nothing but watched. As they closed her up it felt like tendrils as the entity attached itself. Now their fates were intertwined. Her hands balled up into a fist then opened over and over struggling against the inevitable. She almost gave in. it was like a drug, the rush of knowledge, confidence and self-awareness. She just couldn’t it felt like both a violation and a betrayal. They had violated her, taken more than any rapist. They hadn’t taken her virtue but her identity. The parts that made her unique were being taken away. When she died would this thing get her soul. She could feel the silent tears when suddenly she was awaken. “Lieutenant Peers, we have a problem with the processors.” She woke up and wiped the tears from her eyes. She paused to compose herself. “I’m on my way.” was all she said. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red. She didn’t get much sleep, but maybe that was a good thing. She threw cold water into her face and fixed her signature smile back onto her face. “There Engineers can fix anything.” She said out loud as an affirmation.
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Post by LtJG Zeela Peers on Dec 27, 2010 19:26:43 GMT -5
Zila had lost her grasp on time. She didn't know how long ago it was that she was ordered to examine the shuttle, but she could remember seeing several other engineers come by to ask her things. She remember answer, but she was on 'autopilot'. This shuttle had seen time and action. Each layer of time she peeled away. She hoped that she would remember something. Something that would spark a memory. Allow her to remember what had happened. What she had done. She sat in the shell of the shuttle with isolinear chips balled in her fist. She dropped them in frustration.
She needed to new perspective. She sought to clear her mind, and put it on something else. She enter Main Engineering, and watched everyone turn. "Lieutenant Peers," One of the engineers said politely. "Did you solve the problem of the shuttle?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Zila turned to him with fire in her blue eyes. "Are you making jokes?"
"Wny ma'am no I..." He was cut off.
"Maybe it seems to be a joke to all of you, but a great man lost possibly dead. I don't consider that a laughing matter. He is out there waiting. I believe that because if anyone could get out of this its the Captain. He is out there expecting us to be great and find him. You all may not realize it, but I do. I expect you to be great or I expect you to be gone." She turned and said at last in a low growl. "Now get to work." She stormed out heading back to the shuttle bay. If there was an answer. She would find it.
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Post by LtJG Zeela Peers on Dec 20, 2011 18:31:04 GMT -5
Zeela sprang from the court room with her hear pumping fast. The dress white uniform was like a straight jacket. Her face was red and her body heat rose so high she could feel a bead of sweat trickle down her face. She walked out of the courtroom feeling she didn't have a friend present.
Her first instinct was to go to the nearest bar and get so drunk she would forget her rank and sock one of them in the eye. That would be too easy. She wanted to hold on to her anger and feeling of humiliation. She looked at the Aryes, and wondered what made a crew more than a collection of uniformed bodies. Trust? She didn't have that any more for anyone on that ship. Camaraderie? You don't get that shooting your own shipmates. Zeela didn't even notice how tightly she'd balled up her fists.
She asked herself how a crew could defend someone as blindly as they did Colonel Christienne, and yet distrust each other so much that they will fire charged weapons at each other. The thought of the Colonel frustrated Zeela even more. She saved Aryes to clear her conscience, and it had been successful because she got to be the hero. No one had asked that if she had been more diligent would there be a need to 'be' heroic.
Zeela Looked down at her stomach thinking of the symbiont in it. This was a moment of realization. Peets was the one that warned her. Peers was also the one that has kept her together. She never understood the whole 'knowledge and confidence' thing they say you feel. She has never felt it, but maybe it was starting to happen. She wiped the tears from her eyes then resolved to never let this happen again.
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