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CO Log 1

Posted on Tue Mar 19th, 2019 @ 12:46am by Commander Michael Clearwater

"Computer Start Commanders log," Micheal said as he walked to his desk. "The crew have...Come aboard, We're small but the officers We Have were Hand selected...and they all have my Utmost confidence." he'd say aloud as he circled the desk in a slow pace.

"I'm Hesitant to begin our First mission together, as it puts me Precariously close to yet another battle field...Potentially," he muttered. "this whole Alkirs Pact situation, has me flashing back to the Dominion war..., And the Old Terran Cold war, with Mutual destruction Boiling around People who Might not have have control of what their Governments might order."

He paused and leaned on the Martian oak of the desk. "Our mission is to patrol the border, but I can't help feel this is a Show of force, sending a ship Loaded with Experimental Tech and weapons to Patrol the border, Next thing you know we'll be Staging Weapons of Abhorrent destruction along the border, a sort of...Twenty fourth century Cuban missile crisis."

"Computer end log..." He sighed softly as he slouched into his chair. "I'm...to old for another war...Far to Old."
"Computer Start Commanders log," Micheal said as he walked to his desk. "The crew have...Come aboard, We're small but the officers We Have were Hand selected...and they all have my Utmost confidence." he'd say aloud as he circled the desk in a slow pace.

"I'm Hesitant to begin our First mission together, as it puts me Precariously close to yet another battle field...Potentially," he muttered. "this whole Alkirs Pact situation, has me flashing back to the Dominion war..., And the Old Terran Cold war, with Mutual destruction Boiling around People who Might not have have control of what their Governments might order."

He paused and leaned on the Martian oak of the desk. "Our mission is to patrol the border, but I can't help feel this is a Show of force, sending a ship Loaded with Experimental Tech and weapons to Patrol the border, Next thing you know we'll be Staging Weapons of Abhorrent destruction along the border, a sort of...Twenty fourth century Cuban missile crisis."

He sighed softly as he slouched into his chair. "I'm...too old for another war...Far too Old." He’d stretched his bones popping softly. “Breen…, borg, And dominion…its all to much for me,” he sighed “I can’t speak for the youth…but I’ll speak for myself, Starfleet should not Push a war.”

He Cupped his head in his hands. “I’m in this for the long run, I’ve know nothing but Starfleet and will serve the federation dutifully, But I will insist that the admiralty should seek peace before war.” He’d pause and sit up Straight. “How ever Our mission is One where conflict with the Alkris pact is Highly unlikely…All things be willing, this will be a Quiet uneventful mission.” A Cold silence filled the room as the man struggled to find words, his brow scrunching up.

“Computer end log,” He’d let out a long sigh as he started scrolling through Supply reports on his desk trying to take his mind off the situation.

 

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