Captain's Log - Stardate 49887.1 (Personal)

Posted on Mon Nov 18th, 2024 @ 2:14am by Lieutenant Commander Elena Mao

502 words; about a 3 minute read

Helped Bran with a little problem he's been having. Took two weeks to narrow down the suspects, lay the groundwork, and set the trap but in the end, it was worth it. Lansing is free to marry his fiance and his mother, who is working in Base Personnel, agreed to let me know if anyone starts sniffing around my file again.

I do not understand why Starfleet keeps wanting to move me up to a bigger ship with more responsibilities. I do a good job and the Dawes is my home. Now that Mama Lansing is on my side, I've got a better shot at keeping it that way. For a while anyway.

For a long time, I lived my life in perpetual motion. Always something big about to happen and we were racing to stop it. Dorian and me against impossible odds. Dorian. If he hadn't died, I swear I'd be tempted to kill him myself.

People lie. They hide things. Even Dorian.

But that's not my life now. Me and the Dawes, we do the job we're assigned. It's small, nothing world-ending, but I can sleep at night. And no one's lying to me because these days, I'm the one in charge. And I make sure.

Enough of that. Mama Lansing is on the watch and if the Dawes or me comes up in any communications that cross her desk, I'll know about it. For now though, I'm in the clear and I think the next run isn't scheduled until a few days from now. Plenty of time to do the checklist. Not the official one but the one I developed. The one that makes sure the ship ... my ... ship is ready to go and fully stocked.

We were on the drift once, me and Dorian. In a ship that wasn't prepared. No food. Damaged EVA suits. No power. If that cargo vessel hadn't shown up when it did, well, I'd have died first. And then I wouldn't have had to find out what he did. I'd have died ignorant. Still don't know if that would have been better or worse.

Anyway, I'm here and I'm going to make sure the Dawes is as prepared as I can make it, should we ever happen to end up on the drift. Course, we're in Federation space and, except for that bit along the edge of the neutral zone, it's safe enough. Someone would find us.

So, back to work I go. I maybe the Captain but the Dawes doesn't have much of a permanent crew. The station rotates people in and out, usually less experienced people who need a bit of training, before they get stars in their eyes and look for bigger challenges. I'd warn them but they don't listen. Heck, there was time when I wouldn't have either.

So I do it myself because that way, I know it gets done. Well, that's it for this log. I've got work to do.

Data dump complete. Logging off.

 

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