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Poison Toocool
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160325.1709

USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160325
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<recording start>

It has been five days since I was officially assigned to the USS Taylorholic Durant as its Commanding Officer. It’s been a whirlwind. We are, of course, in spacedock undergoing a refit and as far as I can tell there is no end in sight. I feel that the months in dock have made some of the junior crew restless or lax. Restlessness I can resolve with clear direction. Laziness I will not abide on my ship. However I have been pleased to see some really accomplished officers ask for assignment aboard the Durant. And, get this: I've got Commodore Cheryl Skinstad for my Exec, and Commodore Zania Turner for Second Officer. As the humans say, "wow." Things will change, and shortly.

I am sure our team will work out the kinks and get this bird ready to fly again. Our mission has not yet been decided but casual conversation leads me to believe we will have two mandates: one is ambassadorial, to act as transportation or escort to those assigned to diplomatic duties or engaged in humanitarian aid; the other will be training for cadets or junior officers on their first deployments outside of simulation. If there is a third I believe it would be to provide mentorship to up and coming officers through Command Graduate Program internships. Yeoman to Command stuff. But we need our wings first.

It is odd to be assigned a ship that hasn’t moved from dock for an extended length of time. Sorting out the paperwork and crew manifest has been our first priority, and then a full slate of inspections and status reports to assess the current condition of the ship and provide a timeline for launch. When she's ready to fly we will need to run several test flights and drills to check systems and evaluate crew before taking on our orders.

It has been interesting to be back at Pinastri, although I was sad to see the Alexandria is out of service. I fondly remember my academy years on that station. And a very green and nervous Ensign had her first real Starfleet assignment as an Ops officer on the Alex.

I’m pleased to say my former CO from the Alex is now a member of the Durant reserve crew, as are some other friends from those early days. I guess I’ve come home.

<recording end>
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160328.0230

USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160328.0330
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<recording start>

Reports are coming in from all departments. We still have a ways to go but a clearer picture of our status is slowly coming into focus. Some humans celebrated something called Easter, which comes from a Terran religion, so I believe, but I'm confused by the chocolate eggs and bunnies that were hidden around a garden set up on the holodeck. For myself I am trying to get back to a normal routine. I used to wake up every morning at 0430 for a run, now I have great difficulty getting to sleep and have to set an alarm to wake up. Five years in a different place has my internal clock all tangled up. And I miss Astraios, I knew where to run and how long it would take. So far I've just been running around the base by myself but I suppose when my new security chief gets wind of it he'll make me take an escort. Then again, maybe not. I'm not the Colony Commander of a farflung outpost under constant threat anymore. Just another CO at Pinastri now. But it's sure nice to see some familiar faces and catch up with old friends. Well back to trying to sleep. At this rate I'll be taking my morning run at noon.

<recording end>
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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160331
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<recording start>

Eleven days and I don't feel like I've stopped moving. This is the date I have set for final reports and I expect the ship to be ready to depart space dock tomorrow morning at 0630. All assigned crew is to be aboard no later than 0400 Pinastri time. Our first cruise will be to take the Durant out of dock and circumnavigate the Pinastri sun, checking systems. Then we might take a run for a light year or two to check warp drive and run a few drills. All being well we should return by Monday and receive our first orders. We are to be a training ship, likely we will begin then to host cadet cruises and offer internships in various departments for fourth year cadets.

I had an opportunity for a quick cup of Earl Grey with the C.O. of SS Tranquility, my old friend from Astraios, Will. It was good to see him. His station has been undergoing some rebuilding as well so we were able to commiserate about working with systems that are running diagnostics or totally off-line. The Durant will probably be in the Tranquility spacedock from time to time to pick up passengers, he makes a good Earl Grey so I promised to drop by again.

My new Chief of Security has decided I need to be accompanied on my morning run. I told him to be on time (0428 hours) or I'll go without him. I then had to humble myself and apologize for my Yeoman, who had asked the COS to submit a status report on the installation of the new nacelle. The fact that he did it without complaint is noted. I praised him for a good job and hope it will be forgotten.

Now, back to looking at status reports from all departments. As much as I prefer being in gardens listening to birds sing, if I'm on a ship... I'd like her to be flying.

<recording end>
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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160405
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<recording start>

We had an interesting first deployment after the refit. Interesting for me, at least. I had not been on a vessel at Pinastri for quite a while. It was home to me for some years before, during and after Academy, I found myself watching the viewscreen or out my ready room window as we passed the planets and went around the sun. Although there is a part of me that would prefer to be running free on the grass under the moon... there is another part of me that is fascinated by science and technology and remains in awe of this universe and all the strange things in it.

Although I am still awaiting some detailed reports, overall our test flight went well and she's ready for deployment. Besides cadet training cruises we will, from time to time, act as escort or transport to officials. We just received orders to take the Kyranovosian Ambassador home in a few days, after a conference at Pinastri. In the meantime, we'll go over the reports from the test flight and make sure all systems are optimal. We have a cadet cruise between now and then, I sense some worries about entrusting the helm to a fourth year cadet, but we will all be watching.

Now I thought I might take an hour to visit Wolf at Tranquility and see how his refit is going.

<recording end>
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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160412
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<recording start>

It's been a... well, how do I say this diplomatically? Umm... well, let's just say I'm glad this trip to Kyranovos Prime is just about over. Ambassodor Kolenka was wined, dined, and coddled, then delivered to her home planet just before anyone truly started tearing their hair out. Except for Harr. He made the crucial misstep of placing a boot on the train of her gown. After mispronouncing her name. A small thing, but she never let him forget it. I almost felt sorry for him. *Sighs* I must work to help him be more confident. He's not a bad officer. Just not always quite 'with it'.

We had all assumed we would be heading home to Pinastri now, but we just received orders to make course for the Farn Sector. Apparently there is a possible case of the Intron Virus and Starfleet Medical wants it checked out. Rightly so, as I think the first instance of it had something to do with genetic manipulation. Our efforts to contact the Arundel system are hampered by a large asteroid field making its slow way across the Farn Sector, disrupting communications with Pinastri as well as the Durant. Hence our orders to go check it out as we're fairly close at hand.

We'll set course in the morning. There's one more diplomatic function this evening. I hope they will not take offence if I decline to eat any more than a light soup. Their meals are very long with many courses. I did some extra time in my holodeck jogging program the last two days and this will need to continue. Why does everything have to involve food in some cultures? I'm not helped by the fact that they make the most amazing bread I've ever had...

<recording end>
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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160418
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<recording start>

What is it the humans say? There's something rotten in the state of Denmark? It's an odd saying but I get the gist of it. There's a feeling of foreboding in me. We travelled to the Farn Sector, we arrived at Arundel Prime only to find the reports of the Intron Virus seemed to be exaggerated. We scanned the planet and medical teams beamed down to check things out. It ended up being more of a social visit, we had quite a few visitors wishing to see the ship and I didn't see the harm in it. We are supposed to be ambassadors for the Fleet. We had several functions aboard -more food- and all seems to have gone well. My yeoman, Harr Hardy... I wonder sometimes how he made it through Academy in one piece. He visited the planet several times to arrange these visits and apparently -against standard orders- ate some of the local delicacies which, naturally, do not sit well with humans. He was in sick bay for two days and is now confined to quarters. In any case we are otherwise well and ready to depart. We will have a final formal function tomorrow evening Arundel time, at which point I am apparently to be introduced to the King's wives. He's made some.. well let's just say I have been very much by the book, stiff and formal, for his overly flattering manner is.. intensely irritating. But we'll get through it and be home before the week is out. Meantime my steward has strict instructions to feed me tea, fruit and vegetable soup. And to pour me sparkling water at any function. Now I will log off as I am due at the holodeck for my morning run. I have tried to adjust the program so the scenery changes throughout the ten kilometers in a random manner. It keeps me interested.

<recording end>
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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160507
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<recording start>

0530 hours, I slept in. Or maybe it's the time change. I suppose I just felt the need to relax now we're home at Pinastri. It's been a funny time. When we went to the Farn Sector to check out the possible case of Protomorphosis Syndrome, I conferred with Science and Medical. We all agreed the chances of this syndrome being present on Arundel Prime was extremely unlikely but since we had been asked for assistance and we were fairly close at hand, we were assigned to check it out.

When we arrived our medical team scoured the surface with sensors and checked out several patients in the hospital, but we believed after a little while that the reports were a hoax. We proceeded to conduct a leisurely diplomatic visit with a function on the ship for the Arundel leaders and attendance at a formal dinner on the planet, all the while assessing the potential for Arundel to join the Federation. All seemed well except my yeoman reported as ill and was confined to quarters with influenza for the final days of our visit. After a week there, we said our goodbyes and proceeded to leave orbit. And then, as the humans say, all hell broke loose.

It started relatively benignly with the odd flickering of lights and reports that some turbos were not working and secondary systems seemed to have issues. It all seemed to lead from or to the quarters for junior officers on deck twelve. Engineering got working on the issues but assured me these were minor glitches and could soon be put to rights. We proceeded at impulse, entering the asteroid field on course for Pinastri. I just rose from my chair on the bridge to move to my ready room when the place went dark.

It was pandamonium. Reports from the bridge officers said major systems were offline and secondary systems were failing. Helm had no control and navigation was compromised. Engineering was going crazy. Nothing made sense. Sabotage was my deepest fear, as the fact we had been lured to the Farn Sector on seemingly false pretenses was uppermost in my mind. We were almost dead in space, thrusters only, life support on back-up systems.

Somehow a garbled message from deck fifteen alerted security and they scrambled to respond without turbos. Meantime I told our Intel Chief to get down to the shuttle bay and figure out how to launch a shuttle to guide or tow us through the asteroids. We had no weapons and no shields. Any assistance was hours away, even assuming we had long-range comms. And I was loathe to contact Arundel in case they were the cause of our issues.

The silence was deafening. Lights flickered back on at low levels, enough to see the strain in each others eyes. The view screen was dead and my heart was in my throat, waiting for the lurch that would tell me we had hit an asteroid with no protection other than our outer hull. If we were lucky, our reduced speed might mean a light bump.. but there was no way to know.

After what seemed like an hour but was just a few minutes, a breathless Ensign appeared, having climbed twelve decks to report to me. Several major conduits had been damaged and were being replaced. He carried a piece with him. It was obvious to all of us that the outer membrane of the connecting part had been chewed away. The bite marks were huge.

Slowly systems came on-line as Engineering found the problems and replaced the parts.

I asked Science to scan the conduit fragment for DNA or other traces, and configure the internal sensors to locate whatever did this. We were able to pin it down to deck fifteen, corridor nine, aft. We were able to get force fields up and alert Security. Leaving the bridge to the XO, I went down. I had to see what had damaged my ship so severely. At first I saw nothing, nothing but the security chief and several tactical officers standing outside the force fields. A science officer was scanning the area and reported although we could see nothing, scans showed an entity caught in the corridor. Suddenly there was a flash of light as it tried to get through the force field. I caught my breath. Whatever it was pretty much filled up the space. Science determined it was an organic creature and suggested an asethetic be administered in the sealed off section, and the alien retained in a holding cell for further study. Security suggested the entity be beamed off the ship to avoid any further issues.

In the end I agreed with Science we should have a look. New life, and all that. The alien was put to sleep and moved to cargo bay four in containment. Medical, science and Security were to work on that while Engineering and Operations were to get the ship back to operational status as soon as possible.

Meantime my Intel Chief had done a good job of launching a shuttle and using its tractor beam to assist the ship to stay clear of the bulk of the asteroids. Once we had shields back up he returned to the Durant with my thanks. He was then instructed to figure out how this creature had come to be aboard the Durant without any alarms being set off.

In the end we found that Ensign Harr Hardy had had a pet rat in his quarters. Hardy had been inflected with influenza while on Arundel and exhibited normal symptoms. He was confined to quarters with the usual treatment of rest, fluids and mild antihistimine. The flu was harmless to him but not to his pet. A form of the Intron Virus radically changed its DNA, making it grow to a huge size and somehow changed its hair so that it was diffcult to see in normal lighting. The Ensign had noticed his pet had gone missing but did not report it for fear of criticism. As the rat grew it consumed more and more of the casings around conduits, leading to the damage that caused our near destruction.

The ramifications of this are still undecided. If I could bust Ensign Hardy down to a lower rank I would. For the moment he is relegated to assisting the Chief Steward and I am without a Yeoman. I have asked Intel to continue their investigations and it may well be that a team needs to be sent back to Arundel to assess the possibility that this was a deliberate act. Science and Medical are still working on tests and examinations of the rat. It does not appear to be sentient and therefore may be treated humanely but not given any choices as to what might happen to it now.

I will go today to report on these and other matters to Starfleet Command, I will spend the next couple of hours preparing my data in preparation for this. I hope to also have time to pop over to Tranquility and see how Wolf is faring. I also hear the Sheppard is back in orbit, if there's time I'll say hello to Cor as well.

Then I will give the order to beam the Pet Rat from Hell to the Pinastri Science Lab. I understand the human need for pets to some extent, but this one just has me shaking my head. Ugh.

<recording end>
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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160528
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<recording start>

I've written several official logs since my last Personal Log, so this is probably quite out of date. The disaster... attack... at Pinastri rocked us all. We lost several Durant crew, including a shuttle pilot who had been transporting the XO down to the Colony for a meeting when all hell broke loose. The Durant provided medical treatment to the less urgent cases as half our crew were on the surface when the volcano exploded. We had temporary beds set up in our cargo bays for those who were rescued from the Colony and they remained with us for some time, until accommodation could be provided elsewhere. It was so sad to walk through the rows of beds and talk to cadets and officers and civilians who had lost everything but the clothes on their backs when the Colony was destroyed. How we will rebuild from this devastation... but we will, I know. Somehow.

Once the smoke cleared investigations showed the eruption of the volcano was an act of sabotage. I cannot comprehend the mindset of anyone who would harm so many people with such an act. The Durant is now part of a Task Force searching for the culprits, we have been sent out beyond Farn sector to monitor communications. After launching some specially designed comms buoys we intercepted signals between two ships, which, after breaking the encryption, we were able to identify as Tetsuko Maru IV and Tetsuko Maru XVII. Further, we were able to decipher enough of the messages to know that they are associated with the CoreWorlders. I've sent a message back to the Fleet and we are now hidden in a small system in the Telos sector, monitoring our buoys and awaiting further orders. It's crucial we try to figure out what the Tetsuko's are planning next.

<recording end>
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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160918
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<recording start>

Here I am in my updated Ready Room. The past few weeks have been busy. It's funny I expected that when we returned from our mission with the Talaxians we had rescued that there would be a break. Certainly various members of the crew have been on shore leave. The XO is currently away and I expect her back in a few days. For myself, I suppose I have had time to.. take a shuttle to Pinastri for a brief time out, but this has been intermingled with official meetings, briefings, this darned civilian court case, and overseeing the refit of the Durant. Sometimes I feel like a leaf tossed upon the ocean, unable to control my course. In reality though there is logic and even refinement in those tasks and duties I am called upon to do.

We have had some new crew come aboard, there have been promotions and some awards passed out at the Admiral's Banquet. We've also had cadets and junior ranks visit the ship in dock and tour her, although some areas were off limits due to the continued work on systems and components.

I'm pleased to say that I see, on my daily inspections, consistent progress with the work on the ship. Our shuttle bay is back up and running, so I no longer need to walk or beam over to Tranquility to use my runabout.

I've used the time here to catch up on a variety of reports and briefs. I also have been working on a complicated class I had proposed to Academy with regard to Ship's Management.

On a personal note I was pleased to meet Genny, David and Dolfke from Astraios when they were here for the Admiral's Banquet. It was lovely to see them and ask how things are at.. home.

*her eyes drift to the frames on the wall*

Whilst here I received my promotion to Commodore, and also the Legion of Merit. When I think back over my career it feels like it has all gone so fast...

I have been on walks around the Pinastri Colony to see how the rebuilding of it has been doing. The building I used to live in all those years ago after graduation, is gone. I hardly recognize the place.

When Cheryl returns from her shore leave I will leave her to work on the crew compliment and assignments and take a few days for myself. The northern mountains would be beautiful this time of year. And I need some.. a day or two.. in the forest.

*rises and goes to fix a frame that is hanging crooked. Straightening it, she winces slightly*

I must have.. some time. Alone.


<recording end>
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The runabout sat in the shade of a grove of spruce trees. Green leaves withering to yellow, but still bushy and bright. Nearby a babbling brook was heard. The rear hatch was open, inside only the winking light of a working helm could be seen. Draped over a chair, a flag officer's uniform, combadge and pips attached. On the deck, highly polished boots.

The ground around the vessel was covered in wilting brown grass, air fragrant with earth, fall berries, forest. In the mud near the creek, a fresh pawmark.

Dropping leaves skittered. She slipped through the shade. World smudged like a watercolour painting. But the scents! Moss pungent with dew. Wings flapping - a quail? Delicious scents.. rabbit.. deer.. and something more. Something tangy and familiar. Something close now... maybe one, maybe more.

She growled low.



<narrative ends>
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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 160930
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<recording start>

I have received preliminary orders on our deployment one week from now. Someone has to ferry the Talaxians back to Talax. Apparently, that's going to be the Durant.

*sighs*

I hope to have as little contact with them as possible. We'll give them the royal treatment. I'll assign the Counsellor and the CMO to take care of them. If they have any questions, they can deal with the XO. They are not to be allowed on the bridge.

*sniffs*

Normally I can overcome my.. irriation or.. reluctance when dealing with an individual or a group, as that is part of my job. But I do feel it was.. unfair and.. disrespectful for the Talaxian group to try to sue myself, the ship or Starfleet for the loss of their belongings. It ended up that liability was assigned to the Captain of Sarlaxa and the syndicate that owned her. My time at Pinastri was marred by dealing with this court case.

But my protests to Fleet OPs over these orders were dismissed. It's a diplomatic mission, and so assigned to us. We'll be taking a contingent of fresh Academy graduates with us for a training cruise. I plan a speedy trip there, with a slower journey back with time to run some drills.

The ship is nearly ready. We are now finalizing systems and testing what we can in dock. Taking on provisions, organizing crew manifest, completing final reports.

There's an air of excitment now we are almost ready to leave. I feel it too.


<recording end>
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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 161012
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<recording start>

We have now entered the Dactes Sector and will be passing through this area over the next two or three days. This is of interest to me as I have not been in this direction in my waking memory. My time in Starfleet stretches behind me, a full nine years since I entered academy. My life before that seems distant and unformed. I now have discipline, routine, policies to follow and an ethic to embody in my actions. My days are ordered and uniform to a great extent. For some years I disliked residing on stations or ships, especially deployments that took me away from easy access to a planet. But I have managed to cope, although sometimes I would feel like a string pulled too tight, for the most part I have.. remained consistent. I am still young enough to be resilient. I feel in some way emancipated from the stresses of the past. They still exist to some extent, but seem to affect me less. Perhaps it's experience?

However annoyed I have felt with the Talaxian group, I cannot bring myself to treat them badly. This will be a long trip and I cannot keep them confined to quarters indefinitely. I will let Security and Intelligence do their due diligence.. and then they must be allowed some comforts.

For myself I feel the ship is running well after the refit. I am glad to see some fresh faces and feel the eagerness and excitement as we look forward to exploring areas few have gone before. They make me feel young again.

<recording end>
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Stardate 161013
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She awoke early as always. Although 'early' on a ship was not marked by sunrise or sunset, but by the shifts worked by the crew. It was Gamma shift, in Terran terms, the midnight shift. In her experience, the ship was quieter, shared areas more deserted. 'Alpha' was day, 'Delta' was evening. During Gamma, most slept unless they were on duty. Thus she rose, but earlier than her customary oh-four-thirty. The digital clock moved from 0359 to 0400 as her golden eyes watched the numbers move. Still abed she was aware of the ship's vibration, subtle though it was. They were in the Dactes Sector. She rose and looked out at distant stars winking slowly as the ship glided by. She moved around, readying her uniform, placing her shoes, tidying up her tea from last evening. The cabin lights were off, as unlike many, she needed no assistance to see in the dark. She sat nimbly on the side of the bed, pulled on her training clothes and runners, drank a large glass of tepid water, and walked to her cabin door.

A few minutes later she was alone in the ship gym, beginning her stretches and warm-ups. Fifteen minutes of yoga. Thirty minutes of cardio. Cool downs. Water. Lastly, she began to move through movements that might resemble Terran tai chi but were closer to Mok'bara. She breathed deeply, imagining water, fluid movements flowing one into another, eyes closed.

"Ah, Captain, how wonderful to see you this morning. I trust I am not disturbing you. I see you are quite the expert, indeed, I doubt I could match your strength or stamina. Remarkable." the voice, having broken her concentration, moved closer, until there was no doubt the owner stood in front of her on the mat. "I did not know anyone else would be here during Gamma shift, it is certainly nice to have companionship, the ship can feel lonely at times when one is on Gamma shift, but I do not complain, no, not at all, it is wonderful to be of service and I must tell you I am most impressed with the Durant, I do not recall being on a finer ship," he grunted slightly as he plopped on the mat and began to stretch.

She was silent, continuing her routine without commenting on anything he had said, as it did not seem to need a reply, and she felt slightly resentful that he had entered her space and disturbed her work without thinking of the result.

"I must tell you I am very cognicant of the excellence of your security department, they are very thorough and quick. I could find very little to assist them with in terms of the investigation into the banquet poisoning and aftermath. I did however read all the reports and flattered myself that my insights might have been of some use to the COS, certainly few if any would have supposed that a simple substance from Earth added to a Delta Quadrant food item would affect the crew and indeed the ship in such a way. I half supposed we might return to Tranquility but I am sure that the medical staff of the Durant is fully capable of managing an unexpected illness." As he spoke he performed several different moves, all on the mat, scarcely pausing for breath. "I should mention that in addition to my other training - of which I am sure you are very aware - I also have one year of medical school. I had thought perhaps at that time of entering the medical profession as a psychologist. The Starfleet recruiter was quite persuasive, however, and in the end I felt I made the best choice, both for myself and, if I may say so, Starfleet. I have made quite a study of all the Durant missions to date, I do not have a photographic memory but I have been told I retain a great deal of information. If at any time you wish to call on me in that regard, do not hesitate. I have combined a complete report on my findings with regard to the soup investigation and will send them to your yeoman this morning, I flatter myself that I may offer some assistance in dealing with the Talaxians and will include some suggestions in that regard as well."

"Mr Knott ." Her voice was swift and cold. She bent to pick up her towel, then turned to look at him. He continued his stretches, taking a breath, obviously ready to launch into another.. monologue.

"Mr Knott! Attention!" Her voice rang in the room. Startled, he paused for a moment before jumping to his feet and awkwardly straightening.

She fixed her piercing eyes on him. "Mr Knott. There is a human saying, "children should be seen and not heard. Apply that to Intel officers."

He opened his mouth to reply and then clamped it shut nervously at the look on her face.

"There is a Chain of Command on this ship. You will use it." She flung her towel over her shoulder. "Failure to do so will be noted on your record."

She began to move away and then whirled, checking to see if he had moved. He was frozen in place. "Am I clear, Commander?"

"Yes M.. Sir," he peeped.

She stalked away.

When she was gone, he drew breath. Now he knew what they meant about her eyes. He shivered. 'Ten-forward for breakfast and a chat with the Chief Steward?' He nodded to himself. He deserved it after that.. encounter.

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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 161031.12
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We are currently holding course and speed to that of this yet unnamed comet. It may well be known to those who have observed it over the past few million years, but for us, it is 'new'. Science has suggested it be named after me, I hesitate to agree. Surely there are far more distinguished persons who deserve such a thing. For the moment we are calling it Double Oh One after the local inhabited system Zero Zero One Five Two.

I have been pleased overall with the conduct and work of the crew on this mission so far. In spite of our issues with roots and spices, and Talaxian party-ers, the branches have cooperated well with each other and I notice some camaraderie growing between the senior staff. We are a training ship, but we have reduced the number of drills during this observational study.

I do not wish to delay here for too long but I have allowed forty-eight to sixty-four hours for data and sample collection. Our journey to New Talax will be a long one, I do not mind adding two or three days but beyond that, no.

Our next stop for resupply and shore leave will be the Nassordin System, more than three sectors away. This area we will traverse to get there has scarcely been explored at all due to the fact it was once Borg space. We will be 'going boldly'. *chuckles*

For myself I have taken to doing my morning workouts in the holodeck. Although I would wish to build relationships with those around me I find the Marine gym less serene than I would like. I prefer quiet to chatter. Focus to scatteredness. I have developed a program that I enjoy, leaving it up to the computer to decide what the weather might be each time I enter.

However, I have made it a point to be in the Mess or Ten-Forward for at least one meal every day. I do enjoy meeting the senior cadets and junior officers. The enthusiasm in their eyes makes me feel like a youngling.

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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
CAPTAIN'S PERSONAL LOG
STARDATE 161104.234
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<recording start>

I woke from a restless sleep, far too early to rise. I look out my window and see the tail of the comet glowing, swirling. I feel.. mesmorized by it. I don't know why. I feel a.. perhaps its the ion particals, but I thought the shields were calibrated to ensure they did not affect the ship. Perhaps we should move further away. Or finish this study and leave. Soon. Am I just impatient to get to New Talax? Or is it something else..

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