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Sunday, May 16th, 2004
12:25 am	sitting in quarters, in chair, feet up on desk, out of uniform, boots off, harmonica lightly in hands, staring out the window at the passing starfieldis thinking about all that's happened lately, especially with Mallos, how he's changed, how everything changed once they encountered that other Enterprise, with Malcolm, his own double, and all the drama inspired by the contactsighsHow the hell did things get this bad?turns away from the window, opens a cabinet above his desk and reaches inpulls out an old fashioned leather bound photo album emblazoned with a character from an Old Earth language, one long dead since before The Fall and The Riseholds the album in front of him for a moment, resting lightly on his lap, running his fingers over the character, tracing its outline delicatelyopens it carefully, its binding creaking with years of disuse and dustflips through the first few pages slowly, filled mostly with pictures of landscapes and old templescome to a page filled with a singular picture of a beautiful, vibrant young woman with a bright smile on her facetraces the outline of her face, remembering times long gone, buried in time and memorywhispers Hoshi.... It had been a summer in his late teens, a last trip before college, his first on his own.... without family, without friends... all alone. Just the way he liked.He had chosen Japan as his destination, feeling the tug of it's Old World exoticness and culture, something he felt the rest of the world lacked. He had spent the first few days of his six week stay exploring the quiet majesty of the old temples and monestaries of the small town he was staying in, strolling leisurely through the gardens, taking in the sights and smells of the old and beyond ancient civilization.It was on the sixth day that it happened. He was taking his sweet time exploring the unknown crevices of yet another monestary. Normally, tourists stuck to the prescribed paths, but he wanted more than the packaged commercialism of the tourist industry, and the monks seemed to sense that he respected their traditions and their ways, and so they let him be, smiling at him gently whenever they passed. He was exploring a back passageway when he heard it. A voice, too soft to be a monk's. Too delicate and beautiful to be any kind of a man. He saw a light streaming down the passage, coming from around the next bend. He turned the bend just enough to see into the room, hovering at the corner.And there she was. Standing underneath the windows lining the wall underneath the impossibly tall ceiling, reading some old script carved into the wall. She had an open book in her hands, an old language text it seemed, for not only was it an actual book, bound in leather and vine, but the pages were crinkled, and dust flew up every time she turned a page. She was speaking aloud, but it was no language he had ever heard. She would read some of the script on the wall, then look to the book in her hands to make sure she had it right.He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was beautiful. Long, flowing black hair, cascading in soft waves down off her shoulders. The sunlight through the windows played off of her brilliantly, highlighting her soft face, bathing her in a light so heavenly he couldn't quite believe she was real.He didn't know how long he stood there, but eventually she crouched down to tuck the book in the bag at her feet, and then stood up to sling the bag across her shoulder. She turned towards him, clearly intending to leave the exact way he had come, but he couldn't move, he was frozen.She saw him. Surprise colored her face for a moment, then she smiled softly at him."Hello."The next weeks were the best weeks of his life. She had explored with him, just as interested in the history of the time before the fall as he. She was a child of language, studying and learning all the old and long dead languages. They rolled off her tongue like water. They would sit in the gardens of the temples, his head in her lap as she would read him poems and stories in the old tongues. He didn't care that he couldn't understand them, he loved the sound of her voice, the lyrical words and verse she would say to him. Sometimes he would play his harmonica for her, watching her dance to the lively jigs he played, delighting in sharing this small aspect of his own culture with her.She showed him what life was like in this small town for the locals. She had lived here all her life, and had included him in everything. He felt undeserving of her acceptance, unworthy of her time the more he spent with her. They spent days upon days with each other, and as time went on, nights together too. Some days they would just lay in her bed all day, lazing about and talking history. It was on these days that she would teach him her language in between their bouts of languid lovemaking. She taught him how to form the words in his mouth while they laid on the bed, hands entwined and his head on her abdomen."Hoshi.""Yes, Charles?""I'll be leaving tomorrow.""I know.""I don't want to.""I know that, too."He turned in place, resting his chin lightly on her stomach, looking up at her. It was early morning, and the dawn light filtered lazily through the blinds on her windows, casting them in a hazy light."So we should do something today. Something special.""Everything we do is special.""You know what I mean, Starlight."She smiled at the use of his pet name for her."Charles, why must we accentuate the fact that you're leaving? It'll just color the day with sadness, and that will make neither of us happy."She stroked his hair idly, twirling the ends between her fingertips."Just another day, huh?""Just another day, my love."They had spent the day like any other, walking through the town hand in hand, savoring the other's company. They walked through the gardens, had tea in the afternoon, and ate a dinner she'd prepared for him - lemon chicken, wrapped in a seaweed roll with the slighest hint of wasabi, his favorite during his time there.One last night together, then he had to leave. He stood near his transport, and looked back at her. She was standing there, with a small, sad smile on her face, tears fighting to break out of her eyes, wind tossing her hair around her. He smiled back, and boarded the transport.When he got home, and was unpacking, he found something he hadn't remembered packing. A book, by the feel of it, wrapped in the same paper the monks in the monestaries used. He unwrapped it, and found a leather bound book, emblazoned with one of the first characters she had taught him. He opened it, and found it was a photo album. He smiled, knowing that she had snuck it into his things, as a place to hold the memories of their time together. He spent the evening filling it with all the pictures he'd taken there, many of them of her, as she had been his favorite subject of his time in Japan.He put it on his shelf, and went about his life.he closes the album, and stares at the cover for a momentStarlight.... My Starlight.Where are you now?puts the album back on its shelf and closes the cabinent doorlooks out the window again breifly, before bringing the harmonica to his lips and playing a slow, soft tune about stars Current Mood: nostalgic (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 11th, 2004
11:47 pm	walks down the corridors of the EX01, agitatedignores all the crewmen he passes, who shuffle to get out of his way quicklyhas three PADDs in hand, progress reports on the repair of the PIF remotedoesn't know why Mallos is so insistant on getting it repaired... hasn't said anything about going homeknows Mallos isn't concerned about going home yet, has unfinished business with the NX-01is more than a little nervous about seeing Mallos again, has managed to avoid him for the most part since that incident in the ready roomarrives at the ready roomtakes a deep breathfeels annoyed that has to calm self....chimes Current Mood: aggravated (23 Comments \|Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
7:11 pm	Personal Log, security locked ( Authorization Tucker Omega Delta Blue Collapse ) Current Mood: contemplative (Comment on this)
Monday, January 19th, 2004
1:38 am	Personal Log, security locked. Well.... the past couple days have certainly been... interesting.The Emperor has decided to give me Malcolm Reed when we get him from the NX-01. His generousity was most surprising, but of course, does not come without a price. I am to use him well, determing just how susceptible he is to suggestion, and how likely he is to stay here.While we were over on the NX-01, 'negotiating' their surrender, I spent most of the time observing Malcolm, watching him. He seemed.... unsure of himself around me, at least, he was as time went on. In the beginning he was all talk, all 'I'm not compensating'.snorts That didn't last very long.Kept my eyes on him all the entire meeting. Did pay attention to the conversation, though. Seems my counterpart is more certain of his feeling concerning the Emperor and myself - he quite assuredly hates us. The Emperor more than myself, I believe, but it's quite a close match. He was very sarcastic during the whole thing. Command doesn't suit him. He's better off in the bowels of the ship fixing things.Reed, however.... He was a different story.I had realized before we arrived that something had recently happened to him. Didn't know what, but knew something. Figured it out as we all walked back to the launch bay.He died. Poor thing didn't take to well, apparently. How sad. He's begun to doubt his ability to protect his ship, which is most difficult to do when one is on med leave. smirk He's been thinking about it a lot.... and I offered to help him come to conclusions. He briefly seemed to consider the offer, but then that damn sense of duty took over and he declined.Shortly thereafter, he slipped, and mentioned 'what would anyone know about' dying. Of course, he caught himself before he fully said the word, but it was enough.This... is entirely too perfect.Years ago, as a lowly lieutenant under Captain Jeffries, I was the victim of an engineering accident. Died on the operating table, before I was resucitated a mere minute later. I apparently took my temporary death much better than Reed has taken his. It has made him question things he normally wouldn't, like his place on the ship, his abilities, his relationships, and the like.This makes my job a tad easier. I can use my experience to 'bond' with him. Already hinted that I had died once, like him, and he seemed surprised by it, almost more willing to take what I said more seriously. Also seemed very conflicted as whether to view me as the man who had tortured his once-love or a potential confidente and advisor. He brought up the aspect of torture, commenting that I knew a lot on the subject, which leads me to believe that he was literally tortured to death. beat Sloppy of whoever was in charge.I believe that since we left he has been taking my offer to help him more and more to heart. And that in combination with the Emperor's offer to him, it will be not that hard to get him over here, and into my bed.Very soon, the Emperor will be leading an infiltration team to the NX-01, myself on the team, of course. In exchange for Reed coming over here, we will get rid of the source of his problem - the Xindi currently sitting in the NX-01's brig. The Emperor has given me the task of killing him, seeing as how it was my new attache the 'man' tortured. smirk Can't hardly wait for that. Am thinking a high intensity phase blast to his gut. By the time the fools over there realize what happened, the Xindi will have died a short, but extremely painful, death.I'm sure that this will make Reed all the more willing to listen to me, and my suggestions....The next few days shall be entertaining, to say the least.--End Log-- Current Mood: devious (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 17th, 2004
3:01 am	*enters quarters after prepping shuttlepod* closes doors behind him and locks themsweeps gaze over quartersmain room is large, due to rank and station. The closet is directly to the right of the door, in the corner, facing outward at a 90 degree angle to the door, with all uniforms neatly hung up inside. A desk is to the right of the closet, built into the wall, complete with padded swivel chair. Large bed, neatly made, is on other side of desk, with a small nightstand inbetween the two with a book and a harmonica on it, under window offering a panoramic view of the starscape outside. Past the end of the bed is a bookcase, with sets of rare hardcover paper books gracing it's shelves, along with various framed pictures, mostly of younger sister Elizabeth, a few of them including himself along side herentrance to bathroom is next to the bookcase, and on other side of that is the entrance to quarters normally used for "attaches" of higher ranking officers, but currently empty. On wall next to that door, running along wall to corner and around to entrance to quarters is a multilayer shelving system, mostly holding various souvenirs of his past, models, weapons, fine hand-sketched plans to the ship and the like. Below the shelves is a small table tucked into the corner of the room, holding an intricately carved Go board with the pieces laid out, ready for playstrolls casually over to entrance into attache room, door swishes open at approachstands in doorway, looking over the roombed is neatly made, of course, and there is a desk, closet and nightstand, but is only furniture in roomwalks back into own room, comms Quartermaster to order a few basic crew uniforms to be sent up to quartersopens closet, pulls out new uniformwalks over to bed, tossing new uniform on it, sits on edge of bed, kicks off boots, begins to unzip uniformpeels it off, and begins to pull on new onequietly enjoys the feeling of the soft leather against skin, taking time as pulls on over shoulders. zips it up slowly, running hands over the smooth surface of the leather up to the ridges around shoulders and the vertical pips denoting rankpulls on gauntlets, then sliding the daggers under the metal, savoring the familiar contact of the cool metal against his bare skinstraps on leg holster, slipping phase pistol inslides boots back on, then walks over to shelving, selecting favorite pair of sais, bending down to slip them into boots, the side prongs hanging over outside edgelooks self over in mirror hanging on inside door of closetsatisfied with appearance, sits at desk, grabbing harmonica off nightstandprops legs up on desk, leans back in chair, and begins to play to kill time before leaving for other ship Current Mood: anticipatory (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 4th, 2003
8:25 pm	Daily Report of Beta Shift Everything went as expected. Still on course, heading for the Expanse. No one following us from Earth, and no Xindi ships detected. We are approximately 6 days out from the Expanse as of the end of Beta Shift. Diagnostics were run on weapons, sensor arrays, both long and short range, the transceiver, and the warp core. Hess was running Engineering, started the diagnostic without being told, and found small variances in the plasma flow, but was able to correct them with minimum fuss. A few injuries were reported, but nothing major. All department heads report clean shifts.End of shift checklist:Weapons/Tactical: Running, diagnostic showed no problems.Helm: Course calibration checks out.Science: Arrays check out.Communications: Minor repairs completed to transceiver, everything else checks out.Engineering: Warp core diagnostic revealed minor variances; were repaired.Injury List:- Crewman Kelly was sent to sickbay with minor second degree plasma burns from the core repairs. Phlox anticipates full recovery.-Commander Archer was sent to sickbay for a once-over by Phlox for what seemed to be an almost fainting spell shortly into his shift. Came back with a clean bill of health.-Ensign Fisher was sent to sickbay with particle burns after a test of the new modifications to the phaser rifles.FILED BY: Admiral Charles Tucker IIITIME: 0015 hours-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------looks over reporthits send Current Mood: lethargic (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 30th, 2003
1:56 pm	*grumble* walks onto bridge, does a status checkgives the okay, then heads into ready roomsits down at terminal, keys up security camerasits to watch the Emperor work on his double Current Mood: aggravated (22 Comments \|Comment on this)