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Post by Eviess Radaik on Oct 10, 2005 22:39:50 GMT -5
this for the chief fighter pilot to post the duty and personal logs
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Post by markmichael on Oct 10, 2005 23:07:55 GMT -5
Mark got to his room and would drop his flighter helm down on his desk. He would open up the top part of his flight suit. "computer personal log.: The computer would peep and would let him know it was ready.
" Comandering officer log for the pilots. Today was a good day, the fighter worked out very well in training. She still needs some small work as well, but other then that she is working good."
Makes his way over to the repucater and would hit some keys for some hot tea."On another note, the timming of my moves where off. I should of had the first on in my sights with in 10 minutes of launch but I did not."
Slowly takes a sip of the hot tea" It will take a few more times and then I should be back into it." Taps on the desk a few times"Computer end log"
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Post by markmichael on Oct 16, 2005 17:51:00 GMT -5
After getting some sleep he would open his eyes. "Computer start log" hereing the sound he wanted he would smile to him self."I was thinking of how I can get back on my toes again. I need some time in the halo decks to get back into my game. But other then that i think I am doing well. Like staying away from the others as well, need to talk to some one about this room thought, needs a lot og changes to it.Computer end log."
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Post by markmichael on Oct 17, 2005 22:53:34 GMT -5
Mark was back in his office. "computer start log" He would close his eyes.
"Today was a good time even thought my fighter did take some damage. Other then that there is not much to say about it.
Today is the day that my mother and father where killed by some one that was there friend as well. All I know is that the person who did this is still out there and has yet to be found."Closing his eyes as he was in thought thinking
"that may be why i do not make friends. Do not want any one close to me so that it is harder for them to get me. But still even with that i feel that I am always being watched, eyes always on me some how, but when I look about I see no one." He would shake his head
"I think it is just my mind playing a game on me or something like that but I still can not be so sure, one day I have a feeling that I will have a fight on my hands with some one and I hope it is the man who killed my family off"
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Post by markmichael on Oct 25, 2005 19:37:04 GMT -5
Sitting in his room book open o the table that was very low to the floor. He had his hands folded on his lap as he was thinking."computer start log."
He would close his eyes" Today was a good day. It was relaxing till we went to yellow alert. Not sure why we had to go there but there had to be something going on. I did not need to launch and thus stayed on the ship.
I need more flight time as well, I really do not like always being on a ship. But I am in love with space. Space is my new home it seems. The coldness around my fighter i can not feel but I know it is there, as for friends I well still do not have any and really do not need any. They get in the way of work.
The fighter is doing good as well. She is moving and reacting just as i thought she would be, and to much of my surprise she handles very well. Computer end log."
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Post by markmichael on Oct 31, 2005 23:51:58 GMT -5
He had made it back to his room. Closing his eyes. Today was the day of his mother and fathers death and anger was in him. Throwing his helmet across his room as he would yell out. Dropping to his knees, as he would shake his head slowly. "Computer start log"
He would take in a few deep breaths."Today was a very unevenfull day for me for the most part. We went to yellow alert and that was about all. It seems the CO was a little on edge and I do not blame here in this at all."
Standing he would walk to his table and would flip it over the sound of crashing would come and will be on the log as well " I do not under stand people at all, how they can live with out fights and the blood rushing threw them at all times."
As he log will end
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Post by markmichael on Nov 2, 2005 23:59:15 GMT -5
Mark walked back into his room seeing the mess he had made. The door would close behind him. He would yell out as he would grabe a vaice and would throw it into a wall. Hereing it shatter on the wall on the other side of his room. Standing there as he would look about. This was not working for him at all he needed to do something he needed to see pain and he needed to get his own mind off things. Stepping out of his room he went to the Halodeck.
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Post by markmichael on Nov 5, 2005 20:29:47 GMT -5
Things are said that will hurt others. Others look at one odd, but why. He had his eyes cloased. Blood was still running from the cut on his hand from the glass. one has always said to feel on must irst feel pain. He has felt much pain, so does that meen he is living. No but he has felt fear and has turned it to help him for he uses it to help him in the fight. his log would pick up his words" I do not know who the man was who killed my family but there was something odd about him. He wanted my mother and father to feel pain and fear him. Why? That i do not know. Have i turned into the thing I hate the most and can not see it? Well if I have then so be it. I will kill the ones who did this I will make sure for any one this will not happen again at all." He would stand slowly. His cold set eyes looking at the picture of his mother and father. There smiles where what had hunted him so long. Throwing off his commbage to the floor, as he walked away from it. He left it in the main room of his quarters as he walked to the desk in the room."We all have a dark side of us, just others can not see it. Me mine is infrount of them all. I do not hide it at all for why should I. Why should I have to walk around making sure i do not hurt others that get close to me."
He would look back at the picture of his family." Fear, Fear attracts the fear full. The strong. The weak. The innocent. Fear is my Alley." ."
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Post by markmichael on Nov 7, 2005 22:48:17 GMT -5
Mark made it to his room before he blew up. Slamming the helmet into the table as it broke from the hit. He yelled out in anger. No words but there was anger there. His cold eyes would narrow, in a deadly fashion. He was a Fighter pilot. Not some school bus shuttle driving pilot." I so hate shuttles. They are slow and can not hold in a fight at all. To big for me as well. The seat felt wrong as well"
Mark would pace back and forth in his room. A deadly type of walk. His room was filled with many of the old weapons. mostly swords. And a few old bows as well. His eyes would slowly look to the weapons." There are days that I hat people and today was one of them." Still passing back and forth in his room.
He would slowly stop and would look to the computer screen on his desk and would grab a book and would throw it at the screen missing it just slightly. His anger was mostly in control of him.
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Post by markmichael on Nov 11, 2005 10:38:42 GMT -5
Mark was thinking of what the Co and Xo asked him. He was not really sure what he will like to do, but he had a few idea's but was not sure about them. He liked training and showing people the fighters. But what more can he do. He will have to go and talk to the Co and see if he can interest her in a few of his Idea's.
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Post by markmichael on Nov 14, 2005 23:16:46 GMT -5
"Well today seemed like the normal every day stuff. Go here do this. Well till we had to go after some one called Smith. Before that I called to the Xo to find out what I was looking for but I got nothing back. It was seeming to be for a very long time with no response to my call to him so I stayed out till I was told we where going to go look for this Smith Person.
I was hopping to get to work with the CEng to see what he can show me of the bigger ships. But that did not happen today at all it seems. As for the Xo I think he needs to see the Doc about his Herring or something. He may be needing on but I am not sure..
It seems from what is going on we are making are way back to the planet yet again. For I do not know and can not say. Other then that I like how the Romulan runs her ship. In many ways I think I would rather be a Romulan, they have honor unlike many humans that are around any more. They have a.. Hm how to say it. Make one feel welcome, as well as they hold many ways to the old Samurai as well, that I like"
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Post by markmichael on Nov 21, 2005 23:47:54 GMT -5
Walks into his room and to a shelf. opening a box that was on it and pulls out an old wooden violin. He would close his eyes as he would make sure it was in tune. Walking over to the bed he would sit down, as he would slowly play a song named My love on it.
Thinking of words to say for the log this day. There was not much to say really. Stopping his playing he would start"Today seemed to be a very ok day. I went to the Sickbay as the Riov asked me to do, to get my hand fixed. The fighter is back up and running as well and I also took time to learn more about the ship. The bridge I have to say would not be a place for me. To many people about."
As he would start to play again. Closing his eyes."The Dr on the other hand is, well nice but I still can not say I can trust her. As for the two Roms Yhea and the Riov. They seem to under stand honor very well. in that i think I can trust them. The hold there honor for what they are doing more the most would."
He would keep playing, the southing sound would maybe heired out side of his room as well.
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Post by markmichael on Dec 17, 2005 10:51:24 GMT -5
He walked into his room and sat down."Well it seems that I am a full Lt now. It seems the Riov thinks I have been doing good. I can not let her down. Me and Anarra have been doing more talking as well. I am hopping to get to know her better.."
He was thinking."Yhea is also very good to talk with. Very good things to talk with him on. Just wish the others would be more nice to him. He has done nothing wrong but from the way he seems to look there is always some one out there being mean to him."
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Post by markmichael on Jan 10, 2006 13:20:30 GMT -5
Mark left the meeting. He had some thoughts. Calling down to the Hanger " Have my fighter ready for launch. " He wanted that ship that was close to them.
He would get the food ready for him and Anarra. Closing his eyes as he would relax his mind and clear it so none of his thoughts would be easy to be seen. Placing the candles on the table and the win as well with ice around it. He would then get into something he liked having on.
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Post by markmichael on Jan 17, 2006 18:02:25 GMT -5
Mark was sitting down on the floor. " Well today was good. We dropped off the Scientist, and the Ambassador. All was well. I did not need to fly for any of this. It was very good I think. Gives me some down time. We are heading to are next misson. I will love to see what we will be doing"
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