CAPTAIN'S LOG Stardate 9184.3Our starship seems to be in total order since our last duel with the miniscule Klingons. They never did win over us but surprised us, they often times did. I have a brief meetup with pre-admiral Wesley Crusher this day to raise his rank, as was suggested by Bones McCoy. My colleague Deanna Troi is on paid leave and so now a temporary replacement, Data's girlfriend from Starfleet School, Venus--her name is, is present to aid the starship, U.S.S Enterprise.

So, you'd like to see me, Captain?" asked the cheerful, enthusiastic young Wesley.

Jean-Luc did a double-take on the boy and grinned. "Why, certainly son. I'd like for you to step this way." Wesley began to walk towards the Captain.

"But first–" began strongly Picard, Wesley paused in his track. "I'd love for you to deliver those letters over to Mister Data and to send word to Bones that Deanna is looking for him."

"Why, of course Captain." Wesley brushed a hair. "I shall certainly do so."

The doctor was in her lab reading over recent reports of an injured Kardassian who allied in taking over the starship command. His corpse remained too in her sight.

"These just dont look right" argued the doctor to herself. Beverly pressed the button on her breast pocket and signaled for Worf.

"Crusher to Worf. Come in. Riker, search for Worf, No. 1."

Without an immediate answer, Doctor Crusher allowed herself to reevaluate the unknown Kardassian's corpse report. Deep into her gentle examination, Bev heard the sliding door open. She looked over and saw it was her son. She looked over to him, her hair falling to one side and she continued to examine the body.

"Mom, do you think I'm ready for Picard's results for me?" came Wesley.

"Wesley, son. You'll do fabulous. Picard loves you, he loves us. He loves Starfleet; the results will match that my boy."