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Personal log, Captain Elise Mercoeur:
"I've forgotten the stardate. Then again, it doesn't matter much anyway. Today was exactly like yesterday, and the day before, and tomorrow will be the same.
It's hard to imagine that when I was first offered a promotion, I thought it would be exciting to be a captain. Now I wonder what I did wrong.
The Charlemagne is a good ship, so don't get me wrong. My crew is good, too. It seems that we are all ready for bigger things than we are called to do.
If I cannot do great things, let me do small things in a great way. That's some patience; no wonder they made the woman a saint. I know that we can't all be like Picard, but I would like a little excitement once in a while. It's wonderful that the Klingon Neutral Zone is so peaceful now, with nothing except diplomatic envoys and the occasional trade ship passing through. The problem with this is that we have nothing to do.
It occurred to me today on the bridge that my ship is ironically named. We glide back and forth, doing what amounts to a great deal of nothing, in a ship that bears the name of a man who crowned himself after creating an empire. I have a lot of time to think on the bridge, and thoughts like this are the result. I wonder if the rest of the crew has similar musings.
The Admiralty released details on Voyager's encounter with the Omega molecule. Considering that they've been home the better part of nine months now, I'd say that the Admiralty is taking its time. Then again, Janeway's reports will probably take them half a lifetime to get through. Reading the report, which I suspect was heavily censored before they would release it to run-of-the-mill captains like myself, was the most exciting thing I've done in the past three months.
Like every other citizen of the Federation, I read the news brief when Voyager first came home. Out of a Borg transwarp conduit, no less. Like every other Starfleet captain, I read the brief on the Borg that Janeway and her crew had provided (again, probably omitting key details now and again. I suffer no delusions of my own importance regarding the level of information Starfleet brass wants me to have access too). While I don't particularly want to be assimilated, even on a temporary basis, I have to admit to a twinge of jealousy reading these. I hear about Janeway, Picard, and the late Sisko, and I wonder how some people end up with all the excitement.
Picard has commanded the respect of the Klingon Empire for at least a decade now, and he has a maneuver named after him that every cadet studies. Sisko's actions during the Dominion War will go down in history. Plus the Bajorans thought, and for all I know still think, that he was their religious Emissary, which is another issue entirely. Janeway accomplished the impossible in a tenth of the time it should've happened, and while she was at it freed a Borg drone. A human drone at that! Compared to all those Delta Quadrant races, what are the odds of a human drone? Well, she was assigned to Voyager for that reason. See, even the Borg can use an individual now and again. However, I'm digressing. Let's not forget that Janeway also dealt a crippling blow to the Borg and found Amelia Earhart.
The last time my adrenaline went up was when the warp core suddenly and quite randomly went down, which turned out to be because Crewman Eyuna was hallucinating.. Ensign Grisham apparently did not know that Rewalans are highly allergic to chocolate, and Eyuna apparently did not know that mocha has chocolate. Those knowledge gaps have since been filled, which in some ways is a pity. It's rather pathetic that I even think that.
I should take up a competitive sport. They have enough holoteachers in the database to teach even me rules and regulations. I've gone on every trail in my hiking program twice, anyway.
I wonder if the Janeways and Picards know about people like me, who'd like once in a while for their ship to save the day."
End log.
Coming Soon: The Pilot