Dear Daddy, #39: Personal Log
Title:Dear Daddy #39: Personal Log
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu, Riley/Not!Gaila, Jo/Savas
Rating: All Ages
Type: Series #39/40 of the Dear Daddy series
Warnings: Engineering parlance
Word Count: ~2300
Summary and Notes: Savas spends some time getting to know the Enterprise crew. Thanks to arcane_lark and kadollan for the Beta. This is the next-to-last chapter and many apologies, dear readers, for such a long wait. Life kind of happened.
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Day 1 aboard the Enterprise:
Joanna was most spirited in her welcome, but thankfully waited until minister T'Pau had exited the transporter room before embracing me. I do not know if I shall ever become accustomed to such an exuberant greeting. It was not unwelcome, of course, but it was most startling. Additionally, I do not think she has stopped talking since my arrival. She has informed me of both "cool things" and "awful stuff" about living on the Enterprise, but I was unable to make a list. Under the category of "cool things" are, according to her assessment, the observation deck, the viewscreen on the bridge, the engine room, and "pretty much all of it." Under the category of "awful stuff" is the frequency at which they serve meatloaf and "veggie burgers" and the absence of a playground. Perhaps I shall have a more comprehensive list at the conclusion of our journey.
My quarters for the duration will be shared with Ambassador Sarek and his attaché, but I do not think I shall use them for much more than sleeping. There is much to be learned aboard the Enterprise and I have little time. I shall begin with Lieutenant Commander Scott. His pronunciation of Standard is difficult to understand and I would like to study his dialect so that I may better comprehend his speech. Additionally, I am fascinated by his choice in formal attire. Joanna tells me it is referred to as a "kilt" and that it is the traditional garment of his people.
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Personal log
Lt Cmdr Scott, Montgomery E.
If I don't get me some alone time with my tech manuals, a nice corned beef on rye, and something aged at least eighteen years, I'm gonna lose it. Keenser's a right fellow and a fine engineer, but a man has needs. A scotch and a sandwich, that's all I want, really. Okay, and the current issue of Polymers for Advanced Technologies - it's the transparent aluminum issue with the molecular structure all laid out in the centerfold, nice and pretty, like I like it. I'll be manipulating that image for a week solid, if ya know what I mean.
Anyway, Jo and the Vulcan lad came down to see me today. He's inquisitive, that one. I like him! I couldn't say no, even though I'm in up to my eyeballs trying to rig together a coolant system repair. Captain Blondie's gonna have to be a wee bit more careful with our lady or he and I are gonna have words. She's leaking like my mother's incontinent dog and as soon as we patch one hole, we find another! It's enough to drive a man to drink - not that I wasn't going to in the first place, but that's not the point.
He asked me about my kilt and Scotland, so I told him about the Jacobite uprising and my clan tartan and I sang some songs that, frankly, sound better when you've had a few. He didn't seem to mind that I was off-key or else he couldn't tell. I wonder if there's a tartan for Vulcans. There's a tartan for bloody everything, so I don't see why not. I imagine it would be a mathematical representation of... something. I don't know what- pointed ears, maybe. Euler's number would make a handsome tartan, I imagine. You'd have to limit it to, like, five digits or something. Otherwise it would be huge- the never-ending tartan. You'd have to bend space-time to make a kilt from it.
I've just had a thought: pleated space-time. I'll have to chat with Ensign Jailbait about that one later.
Odd, I think, that Jo repeated practically everything I said. How it is that he could understand her and not me, I don't know. He seemed to get the hang of it at the end, though, so there's hope for him yet. He said, "your dialect is most intriguing and I shall have to perform a thorough analysis of your vowel usage." My only regret is that there's not a single haggis for light years. I don't eat the stuff myself, nobody really does, but he was curious about traditional foods, so I told him about it. Jo made the best face I've seen since I fed sardines to Keenser a month into my Delta Vega exile.
Lots of catch-up work to do tomorrow. I'm hoping to get the conduits between A-73 and A-542 resembling functional. I don't even want to think about the power drain on deck seven, aft. I suspect the damage to terminal 7-995 has affected the power junction and that the ion collectors are totally banjaxed. It'll be a tight squeeze to fix and the prospect of welding at that angle is not my idea of a good time. It's going to be a very long day.
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Personal log
April 10, 2260
Yesterday we went and saw Uncle Scotty so that Savas could get some data for his cultural analysis project and he thought it was real informative, but I'd just as soon that I'd never known about haggis. If I hadn't been vegetarian already, I'd have been put off of meat for a month at least. That's the nastiest thing I ever heard of and I know Luanne Campbell who don't ever sanitize her hands in the restroom. I don't look forward to seeing her again, but I reckon I'll just have kill her with logic. Well, not really kill her, but keep her from getting on my last nerve. It's like killing her with kindness, only with logic, see.
There was a nice dinner with all the Vulcans, even Mr. Spock on account of Ambassador Sarek's his daddy and he's also the first officer. People say that Vulcans don't show emotion in their faces, but that ain't quite right. I think you just got to know what to look for. You know how you get when your mama is washing the dirt off your face with spit and you wish she wouldn't 'cause your friends are watching, but you can't get away? Mr. Spock looked like that. And then? He looked at Daddy and Uncle Jim like he was saying "Help!" Miss T'Pau said my Vulcan is getting better, but I know I've got a lot of practicing to do still. I got the greeting almost right, though. She said so. I told Savas that she was real nice, but he was so nervous the whole time even though he said he wasn't. We're gonna go see Mr. Riley tomorrow 'cause Savas said he wanted to make a comparison or something. I already told him everything Mr. Riley told me about Ireland before, but he said he'd have ice cream for us, which Savas was real curious about. I'm only curious about what flavor he's got. I can't say no to ice cream! Uncle Jim will be so jealous!
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Dear Sister Therese,
I'm sending along a few credits, so please don't refuse them again. I know you have everything you need, but I'm sending this for the things that you want or maybe for something for the kids like a new basketball court or Christmas presents or something. My money's just as good as everyone else's and besides, you and Starfleet are the only family I've got. Anyway, I've got plenty and not much to spend it on out here, so I hope it does you some good.
How's the Martin kid? He sounds a lot like me at that age, but I turned out alright, didn't I? He'll be fine, I'm sure of it. Does he like baseball? Maybe Father Jerome can watch a game with him and try the old "peanuts and crackerjacks" trick - it worked on me like a charm.
I've been seeing the beautiful Miss Diora who is as green as Ireland herself and twice as beautiful. She laughs when I sing to her, but she always asks for another song, so I think she likes it. Her favorite is "Daughters of Erin," but she always asks me to sing it as "Daughters of Orion!" Like my father before me and his father before him, I must confess that I have a weakness for a pretty girl with a nice laugh. Sure, Orion girls have a reputation, but she's not like that. She's a nice girl and maybe you'll get to meet her soon. We're supposed to have a week of leave when we arrive at Earth, so I'll be sure visit as long as I can. Scotty has me patching coolant leaks this week and I'm afraid I might have to work through part of my leave.
I am staying warm and thank you for asking. The ship is temperature controlled, but I also have the quilt that the Sisters made for me, just in case. In fact, Miss McCoy and her Vulcan beau came over for ice cream and light conversation this afternoon and she commented on it. She said it was very nice and looked cozy. You may be receiving a letter from the Vulcan kid and I hope you don't mind me giving him your subspace frequency, but he had a lot of questions I couldn't answer. He asked me about everything from how a quilt is constructed to things like the reasons for becoming a nun. I said he'd have to ask one.
As always, my best to everyone.
See you soon,
-Kevin
---
Mama,
We arrive at Earth tomorrow and I'm bringing home a couple new Denobulan songs that I picked up while we were there. They almost never sing solo and there are complex harmonies layered on top of each other, so I won't do it justice, but I think you'll like them all the same. I learned three love songs and one children's song about a boy and some kind of animal that resembles a mouse.
It's on again with Spock. I know Christine has feelings for him, but it isn't his fault and I am trying not to be jealous. I just don't think she'd understand him like I do. Maybe, all things considered, he should find some nice Vulcan woman to have lots of little Vulcan babies with, but he insists that it isn't necessary. How could it not be necessary?! He just tells me, "Do not concern yourself with this matter" and that's the end of it. No matter how much I ask or how I ask, he won't say anything. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that he's half-human.
Speaking of little Vulcan babies, Savas has got it bad for Jo. I know that look and the way his ears turn a little green at the ends. They came by this afternoon to ask me about my culture and I taught them a little Swahili and showed them some of my khangas. I still have the one you gave me for my sweet sixteen - the one with the lion on it that says "Naogopa simba na meno yake siogopi mtu kwa maneno yake." I don't wear it anymore for fear that it will wear out, but it's still my favorite.
In other news, Riley's hooked up with Diora from Engineering. I almost feel terrible for reading their intership comms, but anything that may not comply with Starfleet regs on appropriate language gets flagged and sent to my console. I ignore most of it, but you should read the stuff Kirk sends to McCoy. After rooming with Gaila, nothing shocks me anymore.
I hope you're not planning a party. I just want a few quiet days at home.
Love you,
-Nyota
---
>Relax, Pavel.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Are you sure it will be fine?
>Your mom is going to love me.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] And Papa?
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] and Uncle Vanya?
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] D: what about Babushka?! she is very picky for me
>I'll bring them flowers, it's going to be okay. Girls like flowers, right?
>You're freaking out over nothing
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] IT IS NOT NOTHING!
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] what if they hate you?!
>They won't hate me.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] but wahtif they do?!
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] *what if
>They won't hate me.
>Don't worry
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Uncle Vanya will ask about Texas
>I don't really know much about Texas
>I've never been.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] How can you not go to Texas? it is so close to you!
>Have you ever been to Spain?
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] No.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Why would I go to Spain?
>I rest my case.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] What's in Spain?
>Madrid.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] You're trying to be funny
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] It is not working
>I thought that shit was funny.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Your shit is not funny
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Anyway, do you remember how I taught you?
>Yeah, but I don't think I can spell it
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] You do not have to spell it, you only have to say it.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] We can practice on the shuttle
>I'm going to murder the pronunciation, I hope you know
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] I know
>Thanks for the vote of confidence.
>How long?
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Five minutes, forty-three seconds
>Screw your courage to the sticking place, you'll be fien
>*fine
>we'll both be fine
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] You should not talk dirty to me now
>??
>OH! That's Shakespeare. Hamlet.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Four minutes, fifty-two seconds
>coming out of warp in 3
>2
>1
>There she is.
>It's good to be home
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Says you.
>Beginning docking procedure...
---
[UNN News feed: 13 April, 2260]
>Heavy rains cause flash-flooding in Northeastern continent on Denobula. Hundreds of thousands may lose homes.
>Dilithium contamination clean-up underway in Surya Bay, Risa. Federation states fishing is safe, but tourism suffers.
>Janus VI miners sue for lost wages. Four Mine Safety and Health Administration agents missing, presumed dead.
>Metropolitan Museum of Art celebrates 390 years with exhibit on 19th century Earth art.
Part #38: [Official Transmission: Starfleet Command]
Part #40: Dear Daddy,
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu, Riley/Not!Gaila, Jo/Savas
Rating: All Ages
Type: Series #39/40 of the Dear Daddy series
Warnings: Engineering parlance
Word Count: ~2300
Summary and Notes: Savas spends some time getting to know the Enterprise crew. Thanks to arcane_lark and kadollan for the Beta. This is the next-to-last chapter and many apologies, dear readers, for such a long wait. Life kind of happened.
---
Day 1 aboard the Enterprise:
Joanna was most spirited in her welcome, but thankfully waited until minister T'Pau had exited the transporter room before embracing me. I do not know if I shall ever become accustomed to such an exuberant greeting. It was not unwelcome, of course, but it was most startling. Additionally, I do not think she has stopped talking since my arrival. She has informed me of both "cool things" and "awful stuff" about living on the Enterprise, but I was unable to make a list. Under the category of "cool things" are, according to her assessment, the observation deck, the viewscreen on the bridge, the engine room, and "pretty much all of it." Under the category of "awful stuff" is the frequency at which they serve meatloaf and "veggie burgers" and the absence of a playground. Perhaps I shall have a more comprehensive list at the conclusion of our journey.
My quarters for the duration will be shared with Ambassador Sarek and his attaché, but I do not think I shall use them for much more than sleeping. There is much to be learned aboard the Enterprise and I have little time. I shall begin with Lieutenant Commander Scott. His pronunciation of Standard is difficult to understand and I would like to study his dialect so that I may better comprehend his speech. Additionally, I am fascinated by his choice in formal attire. Joanna tells me it is referred to as a "kilt" and that it is the traditional garment of his people.
---
Personal log
Lt Cmdr Scott, Montgomery E.
If I don't get me some alone time with my tech manuals, a nice corned beef on rye, and something aged at least eighteen years, I'm gonna lose it. Keenser's a right fellow and a fine engineer, but a man has needs. A scotch and a sandwich, that's all I want, really. Okay, and the current issue of Polymers for Advanced Technologies - it's the transparent aluminum issue with the molecular structure all laid out in the centerfold, nice and pretty, like I like it. I'll be manipulating that image for a week solid, if ya know what I mean.
Anyway, Jo and the Vulcan lad came down to see me today. He's inquisitive, that one. I like him! I couldn't say no, even though I'm in up to my eyeballs trying to rig together a coolant system repair. Captain Blondie's gonna have to be a wee bit more careful with our lady or he and I are gonna have words. She's leaking like my mother's incontinent dog and as soon as we patch one hole, we find another! It's enough to drive a man to drink - not that I wasn't going to in the first place, but that's not the point.
He asked me about my kilt and Scotland, so I told him about the Jacobite uprising and my clan tartan and I sang some songs that, frankly, sound better when you've had a few. He didn't seem to mind that I was off-key or else he couldn't tell. I wonder if there's a tartan for Vulcans. There's a tartan for bloody everything, so I don't see why not. I imagine it would be a mathematical representation of... something. I don't know what- pointed ears, maybe. Euler's number would make a handsome tartan, I imagine. You'd have to limit it to, like, five digits or something. Otherwise it would be huge- the never-ending tartan. You'd have to bend space-time to make a kilt from it.
I've just had a thought: pleated space-time. I'll have to chat with Ensign Jailbait about that one later.
Odd, I think, that Jo repeated practically everything I said. How it is that he could understand her and not me, I don't know. He seemed to get the hang of it at the end, though, so there's hope for him yet. He said, "your dialect is most intriguing and I shall have to perform a thorough analysis of your vowel usage." My only regret is that there's not a single haggis for light years. I don't eat the stuff myself, nobody really does, but he was curious about traditional foods, so I told him about it. Jo made the best face I've seen since I fed sardines to Keenser a month into my Delta Vega exile.
Lots of catch-up work to do tomorrow. I'm hoping to get the conduits between A-73 and A-542 resembling functional. I don't even want to think about the power drain on deck seven, aft. I suspect the damage to terminal 7-995 has affected the power junction and that the ion collectors are totally banjaxed. It'll be a tight squeeze to fix and the prospect of welding at that angle is not my idea of a good time. It's going to be a very long day.
---
Personal log
April 10, 2260
Yesterday we went and saw Uncle Scotty so that Savas could get some data for his cultural analysis project and he thought it was real informative, but I'd just as soon that I'd never known about haggis. If I hadn't been vegetarian already, I'd have been put off of meat for a month at least. That's the nastiest thing I ever heard of and I know Luanne Campbell who don't ever sanitize her hands in the restroom. I don't look forward to seeing her again, but I reckon I'll just have kill her with logic. Well, not really kill her, but keep her from getting on my last nerve. It's like killing her with kindness, only with logic, see.
There was a nice dinner with all the Vulcans, even Mr. Spock on account of Ambassador Sarek's his daddy and he's also the first officer. People say that Vulcans don't show emotion in their faces, but that ain't quite right. I think you just got to know what to look for. You know how you get when your mama is washing the dirt off your face with spit and you wish she wouldn't 'cause your friends are watching, but you can't get away? Mr. Spock looked like that. And then? He looked at Daddy and Uncle Jim like he was saying "Help!" Miss T'Pau said my Vulcan is getting better, but I know I've got a lot of practicing to do still. I got the greeting almost right, though. She said so. I told Savas that she was real nice, but he was so nervous the whole time even though he said he wasn't. We're gonna go see Mr. Riley tomorrow 'cause Savas said he wanted to make a comparison or something. I already told him everything Mr. Riley told me about Ireland before, but he said he'd have ice cream for us, which Savas was real curious about. I'm only curious about what flavor he's got. I can't say no to ice cream! Uncle Jim will be so jealous!
---
Dear Sister Therese,
I'm sending along a few credits, so please don't refuse them again. I know you have everything you need, but I'm sending this for the things that you want or maybe for something for the kids like a new basketball court or Christmas presents or something. My money's just as good as everyone else's and besides, you and Starfleet are the only family I've got. Anyway, I've got plenty and not much to spend it on out here, so I hope it does you some good.
How's the Martin kid? He sounds a lot like me at that age, but I turned out alright, didn't I? He'll be fine, I'm sure of it. Does he like baseball? Maybe Father Jerome can watch a game with him and try the old "peanuts and crackerjacks" trick - it worked on me like a charm.
I've been seeing the beautiful Miss Diora who is as green as Ireland herself and twice as beautiful. She laughs when I sing to her, but she always asks for another song, so I think she likes it. Her favorite is "Daughters of Erin," but she always asks me to sing it as "Daughters of Orion!" Like my father before me and his father before him, I must confess that I have a weakness for a pretty girl with a nice laugh. Sure, Orion girls have a reputation, but she's not like that. She's a nice girl and maybe you'll get to meet her soon. We're supposed to have a week of leave when we arrive at Earth, so I'll be sure visit as long as I can. Scotty has me patching coolant leaks this week and I'm afraid I might have to work through part of my leave.
I am staying warm and thank you for asking. The ship is temperature controlled, but I also have the quilt that the Sisters made for me, just in case. In fact, Miss McCoy and her Vulcan beau came over for ice cream and light conversation this afternoon and she commented on it. She said it was very nice and looked cozy. You may be receiving a letter from the Vulcan kid and I hope you don't mind me giving him your subspace frequency, but he had a lot of questions I couldn't answer. He asked me about everything from how a quilt is constructed to things like the reasons for becoming a nun. I said he'd have to ask one.
As always, my best to everyone.
See you soon,
-Kevin
---
Mama,
We arrive at Earth tomorrow and I'm bringing home a couple new Denobulan songs that I picked up while we were there. They almost never sing solo and there are complex harmonies layered on top of each other, so I won't do it justice, but I think you'll like them all the same. I learned three love songs and one children's song about a boy and some kind of animal that resembles a mouse.
It's on again with Spock. I know Christine has feelings for him, but it isn't his fault and I am trying not to be jealous. I just don't think she'd understand him like I do. Maybe, all things considered, he should find some nice Vulcan woman to have lots of little Vulcan babies with, but he insists that it isn't necessary. How could it not be necessary?! He just tells me, "Do not concern yourself with this matter" and that's the end of it. No matter how much I ask or how I ask, he won't say anything. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that he's half-human.
Speaking of little Vulcan babies, Savas has got it bad for Jo. I know that look and the way his ears turn a little green at the ends. They came by this afternoon to ask me about my culture and I taught them a little Swahili and showed them some of my khangas. I still have the one you gave me for my sweet sixteen - the one with the lion on it that says "Naogopa simba na meno yake siogopi mtu kwa maneno yake." I don't wear it anymore for fear that it will wear out, but it's still my favorite.
In other news, Riley's hooked up with Diora from Engineering. I almost feel terrible for reading their intership comms, but anything that may not comply with Starfleet regs on appropriate language gets flagged and sent to my console. I ignore most of it, but you should read the stuff Kirk sends to McCoy. After rooming with Gaila, nothing shocks me anymore.
I hope you're not planning a party. I just want a few quiet days at home.
Love you,
-Nyota
---
>Relax, Pavel.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Are you sure it will be fine?
>Your mom is going to love me.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] And Papa?
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] and Uncle Vanya?
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] D: what about Babushka?! she is very picky for me
>I'll bring them flowers, it's going to be okay. Girls like flowers, right?
>You're freaking out over nothing
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] IT IS NOT NOTHING!
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] what if they hate you?!
>They won't hate me.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] but wahtif they do?!
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] *what if
>They won't hate me.
>Don't worry
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Uncle Vanya will ask about Texas
>I don't really know much about Texas
>I've never been.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] How can you not go to Texas? it is so close to you!
>Have you ever been to Spain?
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] No.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Why would I go to Spain?
>I rest my case.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] What's in Spain?
>Madrid.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] You're trying to be funny
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] It is not working
>I thought that shit was funny.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Your shit is not funny
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Anyway, do you remember how I taught you?
>Yeah, but I don't think I can spell it
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] You do not have to spell it, you only have to say it.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] We can practice on the shuttle
>I'm going to murder the pronunciation, I hope you know
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] I know
>Thanks for the vote of confidence.
>How long?
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Five minutes, forty-three seconds
>Screw your courage to the sticking place, you'll be fien
>*fine
>we'll both be fine
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] You should not talk dirty to me now
>??
>OH! That's Shakespeare. Hamlet.
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Four minutes, fifty-two seconds
>coming out of warp in 3
>2
>1
>There she is.
>It's good to be home
[Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.] Says you.
>Beginning docking procedure...
---
[UNN News feed: 13 April, 2260]
>Heavy rains cause flash-flooding in Northeastern continent on Denobula. Hundreds of thousands may lose homes.
>Dilithium contamination clean-up underway in Surya Bay, Risa. Federation states fishing is safe, but tourism suffers.
>Janus VI miners sue for lost wages. Four Mine Safety and Health Administration agents missing, presumed dead.
>Metropolitan Museum of Art celebrates 390 years with exhibit on 19th century Earth art.
Part #38: [Official Transmission: Starfleet Command]
Part #40: Dear Daddy,