The engagement at Deep Space 9 was brief, but devastating. I was in Torpedo Room 1 when we came under fire. Things went downhill rapidly. I lost four men in the first attack. Consoles were detonating left and right. We were able to maintain torpedo capability well in to the engagement, however some sort of cascade failure in structural integrity caused a collapse in the section around the torpedo room. Access was cut off, and I was trapped under some rubble. I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I came around two of my techs had gotten me unburied and had managed to set my broken leg with the emergency osteogenic stimulator. Once it became obvious that we could not dig our way out, we spent the remainder of our time attempting to establish communications with the bridge. There was a brief, harrowing time when we were trapped with an armed quantum torpedo on the rack, but LTJG Nelson was able to transport it out safely. We briefly lost communications again, but Engineering was able to get a team to cut through the rubble with plasma cutters. As we now sit docked at DS9 and the yard-dogs swarm about the ‘Gansett, I can’t help but ponder my own mortality. Death in the face of the enemy is part of the job. Staring down a live torpedo that could vaporize you and your men, well, that’s not.
The USS Narragansett has taken heavy damage. We had to eject the warp core. We suffered many hull breaches and many casualties. Support ships are inbound and we are doing our best to repair what we can with parts on hand. I’m afraid the Commodore will be disappointed with the state of the ship. Life support is stable at 35% and auxiliary power is holding.
We lost a lot of good people today, and the fleet lost many, many ships. I remember when we spent our time exploring the galaxy rather than fighting in wars. I miss those days.
I have returned from maternity leave a few days ago. Captain Taylor and I welcomed a new cadet into our family on the 17th of August. Alice Amanda Taylor was 7 lbs 12oz. And 19 inches – came into this world kicking and screaming and hasn’t stopped since.
I find Sickbay in surprisingly good shape and we’ll stocked. Nurse Tribble said she was “just doing my job”. After I get caught up with patient files and reports I will definitely investigate this claim… especially since, among the reports I found that our Nurse T had completed all courses and tests to become a nurse practitioner. All that’s left is a 120 hours of supervised practice. Well, I suppose I can grit my teeth and bear it. I could, after all, use the help.
Chief Medical Officer’s log, supplemental
I walked in on Nurse Tribble wrangling a large, malodorous beast from the nurse’s lounge back into the lab… After having some severe words and issuing serious threats, I got her to confess that it was one of her continued experiments on fungi that… “got a little out of control” and had “a little stroll around the ship”. “He’s really just a harmless, fuzzy, perhaps a little too ambulatory, and overgrown mold…” After some more discouraging words and extra duty assignments she promised she would take better care to keep her experiments contained. I’m the last person to dissuade scientific research, but this is a starship, Not the Island of Dr. Moreau!
All Departments report systems operating within normal parameters. Tactical is concerned about the wear on the weapons systems with their current ruining status. I have asked Engineering to increase the frequency of maintenance to compensate.
Department head reports continue to trickle in. It is nice to be back from leave.
It was an active summer for the Sciences division. Extensive research on wet pressure heat vs. dry roasting heat for primitive anthropology research on 21st century human habit of preparation of carbon based life forms for protein sources. Our results suggest wet, high pressure with CH3CO-OH and crushed dried herbaceous plants and NaCl, followed by dry roasting over open flame with a wet, spicy blend of fruits and sugars is a sensorily pleasant way to prepare the ribs of a porcine life form.
Some emergency physics research involving shuttle craft and low speed impacts with solid immovable objects. Our department is still recovering the resources from that one.
Many of our experiments resulted in trips to sick bay. Will attempt to do more virtual experimentation in the holodeck vs. Practical experimentation in the future. Except with that anthropological research because it turns out that primitive carbon based porcine life forms are delicious.
Working with engineering on severe temperature and humidity fluctuations, which seem to have settled for the time being.
We have embarked on a mission to Deep Space 9 to quell some trouble there. Details are slim, and I have a feeling that there is more to this mission than meets the eye. Admiral Anzaldi and Commodore Knotts have stayed on Titan to handle some pressing fleet business. I will need to rely heavily on Commanders Brunelle and Griffin as I have pressing fleet business of my own, but I know they are up to the job. My expectation is for the crew to perform admirably, as they always do.
The security on our ship has been exceptional since my last report. I’ve taken a lot of time to do lots of security checks and fix things that needed to be fixed. I have had security personal go through guard duty and weapons training. We have also checked weapons to make sure everything is safe and functioning properly. All new security team members security clearances have been updated, and old security team members clearances have been revoked and terminated.
Due to insubordination a crew member was launched out of a torpedo tube and will spend his life sentence marooned on an unknown planted.
Lieutenant Commander M. Anzaldi, Chief Security Officer
we arrived at Cestus III on time to beguin our negotiations to have a federation outpost re-established here. A meeting was set on the planet’s capitol which was to be comprised of the representatives from the human settlement and their governor.
An awayteam comprised of FCAPT. Knotts, CMDR. Taylor M.D., CWO5. Knotts, and myself, was sent to open the negotiations.
Upon our arrival, we found it strange that nobody was sent to receive our party and welcome us. To be specific, there was nobody to be found anywhere. As standard to procedure we scanned for life forms in our vacinity. The scans came back with interesting finds. The scans detected irregularities in the dna of the lifeforms around us. Documenting this we proceeded with our main objective.
we made our way to the council chambers where we were greeted by the governor and two leaders from the gorn deligation.
the proceedings were icy at best in general nature. The governor seemed subdued as the gorn leaders took charge of the meeting.
after presenting our case, we were asked for a 48 waiting period before the deligation makes its decision. Plans for the proposed outpost were asked for, and to my knowledge, submitted by FCAPT. Knotts.
we returned to the ship where now for a very quiet and uneasy 24 hours we await the decisions of the leaders of Cestus III.
i can’t help but to feel concerned. The willingness and open reception of our proposal to what has been proven to be a relatively unreceptive culture and species, does not leave me with feelings of comfort. Rather, alarm and suspicion.
i also can’t shake the nagging suspicions I have over the unusual genetic combination makeup we picked up. Could the gorn here be practicing genetic enhancement using what I can only call (For currently classified reasons at the moment) “foreign” dna?
To many questions, all to be answered in to short of time.