Stardate: Monday. Well, that did not go as planned.

Got to the starbase and then collapsed in quarters for about 12 hours. Hadn't realized how exhausted I'd been. I definitely didn't get enough sleep, as events later showed. I went to the bar and caught site of my multi-colored target in the corner. I decided to go over and talk to her. Er, them ( Read more... )

Stardate: Confusion. I feel like something happened to me the past few weeks, but...I just can't remember what. The Marlowe's logs show a normal trip from the back-of-beyond to Starbase 668, but I feel like...like something happened. I was delayed somehow, but I'm not sure how ( Read more... )

Stardate, uh, supplemental, I guess. Finally pulling into Starbase 668. Managed to dock several days ago and then the weirdest thing happened. I blinked...and suddenly I was back enroute to the Starbase. Just as I'd gotten used to that, I blinked...and I was back on Earth being briefed. Then I was on that stupid outpost, listening to the station ( Read more... )

Stardate Tuesday. Note to self: no matter how crappy I feel, no matter how close to a Starbase I may be (especially if it's one of the outlying, podunk Starbases), I will never, never, never buy a cold remedy from a passing Nausicaan trader again. Never, never, NEVER. The things knocked me out; I think I slept for 4 solar days. And I seem to have ( Read more... )

Stardate Wednesday. Well, the repairs lasted about one solar day before giving out. After doing my primal scream exercises for about an hour (my therapist is right, they're very relaxing), I did some research. After hacking into a few dozen computer systems, I discovered the truth about my supposed "membership" in the AAA. Turns out Starfleet ( Read more... )

Stardate Thursday: Neither is drydock service. One day out, my engine started making noises like the car in the 20th Century "Speed Buggy" cartoon. Good thing the Company got me a membership in the Andorian Astromechanical Association. By the time the antenna-heads were finished, the Marlowe's warp coils were purring like a kitten. Well, they would ( Read more... )

Stardate 2....uh...23....uh...hell, I could never keep track of those things. Sunday. So on Friday, the chief calls me into his office. I was figuring it had something to do with that little, uh, setback on Perseus 7. Amazingly, the chief seems not to have heard about that one. Some disembodied amorphous god-like intelligence who merely uses men as ( Read more... )