Captain's Personal Log

[AndromedaStJohn Aeon]

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CAPTAIN’S PERSONAL LOG: SS 902 - PATHFINDER
Name: Andromeda St John, Captain
MISSION STARDATE: 150308
PERSONAL LOG:
LOCATION: Pathfinder Station
Task Force: Two
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Captain’s personal logs stardate 150307…

We have returned from the Away Mission to M-387 Beta. I will file the After Action Report on the station logs. On my personal logs, I am going to frakking vent.

Upon returning to the station with the two people we found on M-387, the male attempted to assault Shadow and get away. Brains obviously were not his genetic inheritance. Shadow was knocked unconscious during the incident. The male had his life saved when Mika stunned him with a much heavier setting. He is going to wake up with the worst headache. Both Shadow and I were taken to sickbay for treatment.


Captain’s personal logs stardate 150308…
Shadow and I have been released from sickbay following our injuries obtained from the mission to M-387. My left arm is sore but functional. I tried to insist that I be left alone as my body would heal fairly quickly. Unfortunately, the on duty medical officer stated that he was under orders to sedate me if needed. Of course, there was the usual security escort that is standing watch to make sure that I do not hurt another doctor. I keep trying to inform Starfleet Command that I have mellowed in my years. I no longer tried to break medical officers. I tolerate treatment when I need them. I swear, I have no idea how I got the reputation that I would hurt anyone…

That is unless, of course, their name is ENS Marcus Falconheart. He is the reason why Shadow and I are recovering from the mission to M-387. That frakking bastard sent the crew of PRS on a wild fowl chase for what, his girlfriend? The fact that he stood there and lied to Commodore Mistwallow to con or guilt us into taking this mission is crazy. Kermie will eat that male alive. Faking a Starfleet mission to go get this woman, could have jeopardized the lives of my crew. The fact that on both planets, we encountered anti-aircraft weapons that could have destroyed one or both Away Team is frakking ridiculous. If were up to me, I would pick up a shuttle pod and beat the male to death. As it stands, my XO will not allow me to do such a thing, something about it being unlady like. I am filing a formal complaint with Commodore Mistwallow but I fear that it will just get lost in the usual bureaucracy of Starfleet command. Do not misunderstand my faith in the Commodore. I know if Kermie has anything to do with it, he will see that it is handled.

Captain’s personal logs stardate 150309…
Security has identified the Orion female as Maras.

It appears that she and her family have some sort of file in the Starfleet records. From what I can see in her files, she is wanted for smuggling, thief, spying, and other things. The rest of her file has a “Classified” lock on it. I am going to forward it to Commodore Mistwallow and see if he can learn anything about her. I am hoping he will have better luck on finding out who she is and the fact that two shuttle crafts had PRS registry on them.

For the time being or until I get order for a recognized source, I am keeping both of our guests in the brig.

I will not allow them free access to Pathfinder.

END PERSONAL LOG
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[AndromedaStJohn Aeon]

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CAPTAIN’S PERSONAL LOG

Name: Andromeda St John, Captain
Stardate: 150628
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Captain’s Personal log, stardate 150628, St John reporting

It is with some sadness that today after say goodbye to officer. It's not always easy to do so but, as with all life change must happen.

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Sitting in her office, Captain Andromeda St. John looked across her desk at Captain Wil Thrasher. She actually had been looking forward to working with The Thrasher long-term as her Strategic Operations Officer. They had sat down and spoken for many hours on the future plans for that department within Pathfinder. Many of the proposals that Captain Thrasher had brought up were good ideas and she was looking forward to implementing them as soon as there was time. Unfortunately that wasn't to happen as Will's time was short

"Will, I'm not sure how to tell you this but, I want you know that will be behind you 100%. You will have to go through this alone. I know this will be tough in the will be difficult days ahead but knowing your heart that the friends and family that you meet here on Starbase Pathfinder will always be behind you and support you in anything you need", said Andromeda. Will sat in his chair looking at Andromeda with a look of bewilderment on the face. He wasn't quite sure what was going on or why he been called in the captain's office but, after hearing those words he suspected that something more serious was going on. "Captain, I'm not sure I like the tone of your voice or in particular the words that you're saying. Is there something serious going on that I'm unaware of?" said Will. Andromeda reached down to the pads laying in front of her and picked it up and read the open file that was before her. “Effective this stardate, 150627, command of SS Tranquility (Ournal Class Starbase) is hereby transfered to Captain Wolfton Foulsbane, with all the right and responsibilities thereto, in Sector 001, Second Life and he will assume command of her immediately. You are entrusted with the responsibility to ensure that the Space Station and her crew live up to the expectations of integrity, honesty, loyalty expected of those who wear the uniform of a UF Starfleet Member. – signed Commodore Piper John”.

Will sat there looking slightly dumbfounded at first, then the biggest smile crossed his face as he realized the significance of what Andromeda had just read. Was everything he could do not to jump out of his chair and cheer. Andromeda stood came around her desk and took Will's hand and shook it vigorously. "Congratulations Will, you more than deserve it. It's not often that I get to a chance to read a letter like that promoting officer to their own command. As I said I wish you all the best in that Pathfinder will be here to give you any assistance. It's my hope that we can maintain a good working relationship between our two stations as we both serve a vital function for the fleet". She then went over to a wall and touch the hidden control. Wall panel retracted in and slid to the side revealing for shells with various different vintages of wine from around the galaxy. She selected a bottle and grabbed two glasses and poured each of them a glass and then toasted Will on his success. When they were done she dismissed him and noticed that extra spring in his step as the door to her office closed.

End Personal Log