Personal Log - Archi Merlin

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Archi Merlin
UFS Civilian
UFS Civilian

160701.1627

Archi Merlin, M.D.
Medical Officer - USS Thunderbird
Personal Log Stardate: 160701

I've come a long way since a year ago, almost to the day that I graduated Medical school on Earth. I didn't think I would make it this far. Doctors give me the creeps. But yet here I am. The notion that I would be here, on this ship right now, boggles my mind. My parents felt I should have stayed on Earth, developed my own practice, and keep my feet on the ground.

I wanted more. I wanted to see the stars. I wanted to really SEE them! Ever since I was a child, I stared at those twinkling dots in the sky, well after dusk. A bout of illnesses kept me at home and awake at night, so that's what I did. Looked at those twinkling lights in the sky. Every now and then, you could even see moving lights, federation ships leaving space dock to explore and so much more. I wanted that.

I read a lot in those days. I hated being around doctors, so I read medical texts to diagnose myself. I read many other books though. Science texts. Books from famous Captains, now authors. From Sisko to Janeway, these people's adventures in adversity and triumph opened my eyes to the stars above. The ones I yearned to see.

As I headed for shuttle bay on Earth to meet Commander Portland, I pondered my childhood again. This was it. I was about to see the stars. 7 years of medical school and 4 years at United Starfleet Academy was about to pay off. It didn't come easy.

The first day in medical school was the worst. I could see them all leering at me. The medical personal all in their white coats and medical badges coalescing around me as I fainted. Yes, that's right. I fainted, on the first day.

After a bit of counseling, I was sent back to class a week later to try again. And while I got dizzy and my breathing intensified, something miraculous happened. An epiphany hit me. I realized what my fear was. Doctors are more than just people who diagnose. They are just like any of us, too. I was so afraid of them telling me bad news that it hadn't occurred to me that they feel it too. After this realization, I began to focus on classes. I used my fear to not cripple me, but empower me. And through that, those 7 years went in a flash.

As the shuttle arrived, I looked at the wording on the side. "USS Thunderbird", it read. I remember being accepted by Commander Portland, commanding officer of the "T-bird", as she's fondly called by her crew. I had my things packed and ready. I had just arrived to the Delta Quadrant days before, not knowing what to expect. But this was it. Those twinkling dots of my childhood were now right before my very eyes.

Upon her arrival, I made the mistake of saluting her. She grunted and warned me not to do it again. Underneath her iron demeanor, I swore I saw a small grin appear. It was gone before it began though. "Are you ready to go?", she had asked. I nodded, not knowing what to expect. All the training in the world and for a moment, I felt like I was back on that first day of Medical School, except instead of being swarmed my doctors, I was faced by a Federation officer. I gulped, steeling my reserve. "Yes, ma'am.", was the only response I had. This was it. I was ready to be a doctor now. No fear, no anxiety, only duty lie in my heart now. I nodded to her.

"Let's go."
Archi Merlin
UFS Civilian
UFS Civilian

160703.1626

Ensign Archi Merlin, M.D.
Medical Officer - USS Thunderbird
Personal Log Stardate: 160703

=^= Computer, begin personal log. =^=

It is said that the first day is always the hardest. And nothing could be further from the truth. Since stepping off the shuttle, Captain at my side, it was a whole new world for me. The U.S.S. Thunderbird was now my home, and I, a member of it's gallant crew. I remember feeling ready, internally, but the nerves were clinging on, like a Ferenginarian fungus. The Captain shot me a look, one of understanding. "It'll be okay", her eyes told me. I stiffened up and entered into the hanger bay. Lance Corporal Rebel V was ready for us, an interesting person, no doubt. Rebel's love for explosions and tribbles were definitely the stuff of legend aboard that ship. I met all the rest of the crew in time, including my superior officer, Chief Medical Officer John Sheppard-McKay. A brilliant doctor, for sure. I had a feeling I was going to learn a lot from him. After all the greeting was done, I began to settle in. There is a warm atmosphere among them. These people weren't just fellow officers, they were family. Hopefully, I could fit in there as well, in due time.

After the first few weeks, I could feel myself starting to get my sea-legs, as the old Earth sea term goes. I'd familiarized myself with all the medical equipment aboard the ship. I admittedly was meticulous about it. Seeing every single thing that sickbay had to offer, from their biobeds, to their EMH, who is far too grumpy for my liking. What's really awe-inspiring about this crew is how well the just gel together. When crew members are off on leave of sorts, others are easily able to carry the weight of missing person. I found this out first hand as I had to cover the Science station once. It was a neat experience, although, it did remind me to re-enlist at the Academy for some extra courses in Science.

It's getting better, I'll admit. I think I'm really starting to like it here. I usually take a long time to adapt to my surroundings, but this has been surprisingly easier than expected. As long as I can continue to keep assortments of tribbles out of the sickbay, I think it'll be okay. As Captain Portland eyes told me on that first day.

=^= Computer, end personal log. =^=
Archi Merlin
UFS Civilian
UFS Civilian

160810.1648

Ensign Archi Merlin, M.D.
Medical Officer - USS Thunderbird
Personal Log Stardate: 160810

=^= Computer, begin personal log. =^=

As I sit in my quarters nursing a couple hairline fractures in my wrists and foot, I had to wonder if it was worth the effort. The effort, of course, being me having to stop a fellow doctor from doing something stupid. It makes me wonder internally. The value of the Hippocratic Oath versus the lives of thousands. Our mission was to protect these two ships, the USS Trafalgar and the USS Volyendesta of the 12th Fleet, from harm as the Thunderbird was escorting them to Pinastri, for hopefully, a ride home. Dr. Sheppard-McKay and myself were accompanied by the Assistant CMO of the Volyendesta, Dr. Noko Tau. We were treating a patient who had survived the explosion on a Etanian planet. He had grievous wounds, but thanks to Dr. Tau and Dr. Sheppard-McKay, he had made a full recovery. Whilst being interviewed by Ensign Delicioso, we were attacked by 3 Etanian ships.
The attack was a harrowing one. The ships were trying to stop us from helping the surviving Etanians, their lead Captain claiming that we caused the explosion on their planet. The attack, however, seemed like a distraction, as the man we had in our sickbay being interviewed was taken from us when our shields faltered for a split second. I tried to trace the beam out back to the appropriate ship, but was unsuccessful. It was as this point that Dr. Noko Tau decided to act. He felt he needed to get back to his own ship to treat his wounded. I understood, but I couldn't let him go. We were in the middle of a huge firefight with the other ships. He figured he'd just fly one of our shuttles to the other ship, which I thought was a darn reckless idea. It amazes me that he didn't think this through. He really felt he could do this. "I've flown through worse", he said to me. Poppycock!
So him and I were having a contest of beliefs in the Fighter Bay of the Thunderbird. He believed that it was his duty to help and protect his crew as a doctor. I contested this, saying that the crew can wait. I believed that our ships could defeat the opposition, he needed to wait. His crew wasn't going anywhere. Besides, I'm sure he had other medical staff on board that could help in treating wounded. What good would it have done him to go out into the foray and try his luck. Personally, I saw this ending two ways: 1) He goes out there in the shuttle, or in this case, a fighter ship, and gets blown to bits. Now, not only do we lose a good doctor, but his ship goes without any medical attention from medical physician. 2) He goes out in a shuttle, and the Thunderbird has to cover for him to safely make it to the Volyendesta. Which, since now we're distracted, causes the Etanian ships to seriously damage or even destroy one or even both ships.
In either case, I felt it was my duty not only as a UFS Medical doctor, but as a Starfleet officer in general, to protect the lives of everyone involved. So I made it my goal to stop him. He called my logic, "Cowardly." How dare he! Cowardly or not, this was going to more lives in the long run. As he tried to make a run for it, I made a harrowing decision to jump after him and sedate him. Unfortunately, I slipped on the rail, and fell quite short of what I was looking for. So, as a doctor, at least he had the common courtesy of treating my wounds and sedating me instead. However, I did get the last laugh as he successfully disabled the Etanians and restored order to chaos. I had distracted him long enough. That made the injuries I sustained all the worthwhile. This experience taught me a few things, some of which I already knew. First, it taught me that desperate men and women will do stupid things. Second, I need to learn to act faster. And lastly, this one being something that he should learn, is patience. Everything will fall into place in time. In this crazy galaxy, we all have our parts to play. Yes, it is our job as doctors to cure and save patients. But our purpose is apart of a bigger clock. We are officers. And it is our duty to help everyone that we can who are in need. All of us are cogs in assembly. Now if one cog decides not to work anymore, or in this case, try to work on his own, then wouldn't the clock cease to function?

=^= Computer, end personal log. =^=
Archi Merlin
UFS Civilian
UFS Civilian

170721.1626

Lt. Commander Archi Merlin
Executive Officer - USS Thunderbird
Stardate: 170721

=A= Computer, begin personal log. =A=

So here I am. As I sit here, staring at the mirror, it's been quite some time since my last log. And a lot has happened. I've been fulfilling my duties as the Vice Chief Medical Officer of the Thunderbird as I saw needed. I've saved lives. Been surprised. Dr. Koveneer and hir medical practicality really taking me by storm. I'll have to watch hir closely. I'd been asked to lead many away teams as it's leader. I'll be honest, it was a responsibility I was not prepared for, but surprisingly, adapting to it quickly. And keeping Rebel from destroying something needlessly has always been a challenge. But then there's the Chief of Security, Lt. Commander Blackheart, who keeps a cool head, but one punch from his fist and you'll be singing a different tune. I'll say this about my away teams, computer, I've never felt safer, actually.
Takes a moment and begins putting his uniform on. He starts with the pants, and then the top.

We're currently stranded in the mirror universe, right now. I'm unsure of how we'll get out of this mess. It's definitely a new experience. I was asked to fill in as the acting XO, since our Captain had been missing and the XO was on a sabbatical. It was a an experience I would soon never forget. First, seeing a mirror Azdra where she's Empress of some tyrannical empire. That through me for a loop. Her despondency was rather alarming. I took an away team down to meet with her, and was showed the door. For the best, perhaps. I was definitely out of my element there. And then, our ship lost power and we were stuck having to figure out how to communicate. I hear tell that the acting CO, Lt. Commander Broly Blackheart, came up with Morse code to communicate with everyone. Totally ingenious. Dr. Sheppard-Mckay and him did a great job leading us through that ordeal.

He takes another moment to place his boots on. And then, slips his belt on. He then takes a look in the mirror, giving himself a good look over. He realizes that he forgot his pips, so he takes a moment and carefully places them on.

I'm Lt. Commander now. It means a lot of more responsibility, not just to the ship, but the crew as well. I've been offered a new role on the ship. With our XO on personal leave, it was decided that by her that she step down from the ship as XO, hence why we had some fill-ins. What I didn't realize, is that by filling in the role, I was being tested. And needlessly to say, I passed the test. This new role will change me, but for the better, I hope. I've always been good with people. Caring. Nurturing. Helpful. My mother always told me that I would make a great doctor. But now, it's time to evolve beyond that. It's time for me to care for the ship now. It's time to step up and lead the ship and wherever she may take us.

He gives himself another hard look in the mirror, looking his hair over. He goes over to the replicator and gets some hair gel. He takes a little bit in his hand and runs it through his hair, slicking it back. He then uses a comb to get it the way he felt looked best.

I'm not sure where my journey will take me now. In my time in UFS, I've seen many things. Treated many patients. Lead away teams, and the ship as a whole. I now have to ask myself the question. Am I ready? Can I handle this new responsibility?

Looks again in the mirror, showing his full upper torso. However, there is no teal to be found on his uniform. Instead, in it's place, the color red is dominant. He takes a look to his side, seeing his medical belt with his tools laying on the table, with his Caduceus Pin. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, before slowly exhaling. He walks toward the door, taking one last look at the table.

Our medical staff is amazing. And I know they will continue to be. Now is my time to lead the ship into undiscovered countries and new civilizations. It's time for me to move beyond what I was. I was a doctor. Now, I'm the first officer of this ship. Lt. Commander Archi Merlin. Doctor, no more.

=A= Computer, end personal log. =A=
Archi Merlin
UFS Civilian
UFS Civilian

171220.1517

Commander Archi Merlin
Executive Officer - USS Thunderbird
Personal Log Begin

I wasn't ready, I told myself. I wasn't ready to handle the responsibility of sitting in that chair to the right of Captain Azdra Portland. But somehow, I rose from whatever pit that my self doubt had placed me in and charged in, phasers firing, if you will. The past few months have been interesting. I've graduated from Command School with my degree in in "Primitus". I never thought I'd have to have gone back to school again, but as my father once told me, "Learning never stops." I'm currently sitting in my office, dictating this out to the computer. And when I step back, and really get a sense of things.. it's awe inspiring. The things I've done.. really, the things WE have done, as a ship. We've overcame so much. Crew transfers, resignations, and additions alike. They say that a good oiled machine needs tender, love, and care after all. Parts need to repair or even replacement from time to time. But yet, with all the new faces and new areas in the ship, it still feels the same. Comfortable. Safe. Home. Home, on a starship? I suppose it's no different than the officers of a century ago. But let's be fair. So much has changed in a decade. And things keep changing. But some things never change. Captain Portland and Gunnery Sergeant Rebel still own up in Cards Against Humanity. Even me, the first officer of the ship, still look at the Medical records and reports of the ship. I also keep tabs of the latest technology and treatments coming out of the Medical R&D. One must always know his roots, and definitely keep spry. It's Christmas, on Earth. I know there are still those that celebrate the holiday on Earth. My family was always one of those. I miss them. I'll have to make it a point to take some shore leave and visit them. I'm sure they would love to meet the missus. Oh, speaking of, Miss Lane is definitely one of a kind. A fighter and a lover. A marine doctor. Talk about some major duality there. She is currently stationed on the USS Sheppard, with my old nurse, now doctor Rickard Kevinson. He's as dramatic as ever. He just can't stand that he lost the bet we made many years ago. He once claimed to be able to drink 7 classes of Romulan Ale. So I challenged him to a Romulan Ale drinking contest. And he was out by the 6th drink. I passed out shortly after he did, I'm told. Little did he know.. that I may have spiked his first drink with a sedative. In the great words of a famous Captain James T. Kirk, "I don't like to lose." I'm curious to see where the next coming months take us aboard the Thunderbird, Or Thunderchicken, if you believe the Marine Cabbit.

*Looks to his room, where a picture of a petite woman, wearing a red uniform and messy blond hair sits in a photo frame on his nightstand. He gives a smile, before heading that way and retiring for the evening.*

Personal Log End.
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