Losses Mounting

Posted on Fri Nov 15th, 2024 @ 8:31am by Lieutenant Commander Joseph Sledge

321 words; about a 2 minute read

Second Officers Personal Log.
Stardate: 52457

Some shuffling noises in the background, along with a grunt of pain before a voice sounds

"I am pretty sure I am among a lot of Starfleet officers in this quadrant, along with some Maquis that say 'Fuck. This. Quadrant.'"

A sigh as he takes a sip of his tea before the clatter of porcelain on metal and his voice once again

"Ever since we've hit this quadrant, its been mission FUBAR. Dead crew all over the place, now we've a ship full of an alien species we know nothing about and I am missing a crewman..."

Another growl leaves his chest as he attempts to calm himself

"I had him...I had his hand in... I mean of course I had his hand... Last I saw it it was laying on the transporter pad in a pool of its own blood before the world was sent sideways thanks to the warp core explosion..."

More porcelain on metal as he took another sip to help cool down

"Crewman Singh didn't deserve a death like that.. Not plasma burns, getting his hand cut off, or dying in a matter/antimatter explosion..."

the sound of a motor sounded for the recording as he fixed his hand a bit

"I stepped down as Executive Officer... I just.. I wasn't trained for this shit... I would rather be the Second Officer. Less to deal with.. Let someone else shoulder that responsibility... I digress though. I will be taking over Operations now... Hopefully I can do some good there, and maybe not get any one killed..."

A sound of a tool clattering on to metal sounds as he tossed the device on to his desk from fixing his hand

"I.. I can't talk anymore right now.. I need to rest... Log end."

END LOG

 

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