Disclaimer: Back by popular demand! Yes it's another chapter of 'Logs'! Also, another Malcolm entry, because some people liked the first one! And I'm typing this with a sore hand... I've just spent the day in A&E!! But I'm okay. I'll like to thank everyone who reviewed esp "zealousgirl",
the most common line I use in reviews is 'Poor Trip' too! Thanks also to my lovely beta "CJ".
Please read and review this... please!
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Logs.
~Not Again.~
Sub-Commander T'Pol's personal log.
It has been a week since the Commander was kidnapped. He is recovering and has returned to active duty. I have noticed that when he is taken, it is usually after a sufficent recovery time from the last encounter. Interesting...
I have decided to conduct an experiment. I will keep an eye on the Commander to try and determine what it is about him that so many kidnappers find so appealing. Computer End log.
~@~
Captains Log, supplemental.
Trip lost his bell and collar. How, I don't know...but he did.
(Sudden pause.)
That's odd. That's the second time in two days that I've heard this sort of... manic giggling. Can't seem to locate the source though. Did you hear it? Come on Porthos. If you heard it, tell me. Come on, TALK! Hmm... he won't talk, he's going to be a tougher nut to crack than I thought. But I know he knows what's going on, he looks too innocent! He's up to something... but what?
More odd things have been happening lately. First of all, when I walked into the mess hall last night, the only person there was Trip. Not strange, you say? Here's the odd part. He had a bit of fruit. It was floating. As I watched it floated over to the other empty chair opposite Trip
then back again. Trip was muttering to himself and it looked like he was practicing
for something.
"Trip?" I asked. He whirled around and the piece of fruit dissappered from view.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He said and gave me a little wave. Funny but I couldn't seem to remember what I was saying... huh, never mind. Well better go, a Starship Captains job is never done!
Computer End Log.
~@~
P.A's Personal Log, Password Required.
Password... Cheese
Woof! Woof, woof, bark! Whine, woof. Yip, whine, whine woof.
End log, new password as... Yes_Cheese
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Lt. Malcolm Reed's Personal Log.
09:00: Started shift on bridge. No need to use weapons. Nothing to report.
11:00: Sent to armory to do a weapons check. No aliens attacked me on the way there. No need to use my hand-to-hand combat skills. Nothing to report.
12:30: Finished weapons check. Gave them all a quick clean. No shapeshifing aliens hidden among the weapons. Nothing to report.
12:33: Crewman Cutler just walked in, saw the clean weapons and screamed. When I asked why she said; 'To bright!'. Not allowed to shoot members of the crew, sadly... nothing to report.
12:34: Are the weapons too shiny? Well. Maybe a tiny bit. No need to use them so nothing to report.
13:00: Mess hall. Crewman Cutler is wearing dark glasses. No mind control is being used in the hall. No need to save the day. Nothing to report.
13:06: Weapons blast!!! The Enterprise has just been hit by an enemy crafts weapons. At last, something for me to do on this ship!
13:07: Made it to the bridge in record time! No aliens managed to get between me and the bridge so was unable to blow them up. Nothing to report.
13:10: The Enterprise has just taken a second hit. Out main docking bay was badly damaged. Still, I have a chance to use the weapons. Something to report!
~@~
Travis Mayweathers Personal Log,
Today: Lot's of really cool stuff happened! None of it invovled me though, so I'm not sure what happened but it was "really cool".
Anyway, at the moment the Enterprise is under attack from a random alien vessel. Great. Our main docking bay was hit. Then for some reason the other ship turned around and sped off in the other direction. At that moment, Malcolm turned an interesting shade of purple.
"Wha..what?" he stuttered. "But, I was going to use my laser beam!!!"
Suddenly one of the buttons on his desk began to flash and make a noise.
"Uh... Captain." he said. "There's something wrong with out docking bay... it's going to blow up unless we empty all the stuff in it."
I think I must have zoned out there as I'm sure Malcolm went on to explain WHAT was wrong
but I didn't hear. I came crashing back to reality as the Captain gave a sigh.
"What is in it?" Archer asked. I watched as Malcolm looked back down at his desk.
"Nothing really. Just a few containers, a shuttlepod or two..." the list went on, but I kinda zoned out again. When I next looked up Archer was nodding.
"Right. Where's Trip?" he asked. Every one shrugged. Archer sighed.
"Fine. Malcolm do this without him. Someone find Trip."
Malcolm gave a smile then opened the air lock and watched as things began to float out of the bay. Meanwhile the Captain was getting worried, Trip was nowhere to be found. I looked up and froze.
"Uh... Captain?" I managed to croak out. Captain Archer didn't turn but still answered.
"What is it Travis?" I tried to find my voice, but it just came out as a small squick. This made the Captain turn around. I pointed forward.
"I found the Commander." There in space was Trip, in a spacesuit. He was floating in front of Enterprise, his arms crossed, looking very annoyed. The Captain voiced everyone's feelings with two words.
"Oh. Crud."
TBC....
I'm asking you all nicely, please review!! Please, now you've read, review!
Sethoz-Chan
the most common line I use in reviews is 'Poor Trip' too! Thanks also to my lovely beta "CJ".
Please read and review this... please!
( ) = Actions.
~@~
Logs.
~Not Again.~
Sub-Commander T'Pol's personal log.
It has been a week since the Commander was kidnapped. He is recovering and has returned to active duty. I have noticed that when he is taken, it is usually after a sufficent recovery time from the last encounter. Interesting...
I have decided to conduct an experiment. I will keep an eye on the Commander to try and determine what it is about him that so many kidnappers find so appealing. Computer End log.
~@~
Captains Log, supplemental.
Trip lost his bell and collar. How, I don't know...but he did.
(Sudden pause.)
That's odd. That's the second time in two days that I've heard this sort of... manic giggling. Can't seem to locate the source though. Did you hear it? Come on Porthos. If you heard it, tell me. Come on, TALK! Hmm... he won't talk, he's going to be a tougher nut to crack than I thought. But I know he knows what's going on, he looks too innocent! He's up to something... but what?
More odd things have been happening lately. First of all, when I walked into the mess hall last night, the only person there was Trip. Not strange, you say? Here's the odd part. He had a bit of fruit. It was floating. As I watched it floated over to the other empty chair opposite Trip
then back again. Trip was muttering to himself and it looked like he was practicing
for something.
"Trip?" I asked. He whirled around and the piece of fruit dissappered from view.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He said and gave me a little wave. Funny but I couldn't seem to remember what I was saying... huh, never mind. Well better go, a Starship Captains job is never done!
Computer End Log.
~@~
P.A's Personal Log, Password Required.
Password... Cheese
Woof! Woof, woof, bark! Whine, woof. Yip, whine, whine woof.
End log, new password as... Yes_Cheese
~@~
Lt. Malcolm Reed's Personal Log.
09:00: Started shift on bridge. No need to use weapons. Nothing to report.
11:00: Sent to armory to do a weapons check. No aliens attacked me on the way there. No need to use my hand-to-hand combat skills. Nothing to report.
12:30: Finished weapons check. Gave them all a quick clean. No shapeshifing aliens hidden among the weapons. Nothing to report.
12:33: Crewman Cutler just walked in, saw the clean weapons and screamed. When I asked why she said; 'To bright!'. Not allowed to shoot members of the crew, sadly... nothing to report.
12:34: Are the weapons too shiny? Well. Maybe a tiny bit. No need to use them so nothing to report.
13:00: Mess hall. Crewman Cutler is wearing dark glasses. No mind control is being used in the hall. No need to save the day. Nothing to report.
13:06: Weapons blast!!! The Enterprise has just been hit by an enemy crafts weapons. At last, something for me to do on this ship!
13:07: Made it to the bridge in record time! No aliens managed to get between me and the bridge so was unable to blow them up. Nothing to report.
13:10: The Enterprise has just taken a second hit. Out main docking bay was badly damaged. Still, I have a chance to use the weapons. Something to report!
~@~
Travis Mayweathers Personal Log,
Today: Lot's of really cool stuff happened! None of it invovled me though, so I'm not sure what happened but it was "really cool".
Anyway, at the moment the Enterprise is under attack from a random alien vessel. Great. Our main docking bay was hit. Then for some reason the other ship turned around and sped off in the other direction. At that moment, Malcolm turned an interesting shade of purple.
"Wha..what?" he stuttered. "But, I was going to use my laser beam!!!"
Suddenly one of the buttons on his desk began to flash and make a noise.
"Uh... Captain." he said. "There's something wrong with out docking bay... it's going to blow up unless we empty all the stuff in it."
I think I must have zoned out there as I'm sure Malcolm went on to explain WHAT was wrong
but I didn't hear. I came crashing back to reality as the Captain gave a sigh.
"What is in it?" Archer asked. I watched as Malcolm looked back down at his desk.
"Nothing really. Just a few containers, a shuttlepod or two..." the list went on, but I kinda zoned out again. When I next looked up Archer was nodding.
"Right. Where's Trip?" he asked. Every one shrugged. Archer sighed.
"Fine. Malcolm do this without him. Someone find Trip."
Malcolm gave a smile then opened the air lock and watched as things began to float out of the bay. Meanwhile the Captain was getting worried, Trip was nowhere to be found. I looked up and froze.
"Uh... Captain?" I managed to croak out. Captain Archer didn't turn but still answered.
"What is it Travis?" I tried to find my voice, but it just came out as a small squick. This made the Captain turn around. I pointed forward.
"I found the Commander." There in space was Trip, in a spacesuit. He was floating in front of Enterprise, his arms crossed, looking very annoyed. The Captain voiced everyone's feelings with two words.
"Oh. Crud."
TBC....
I'm asking you all nicely, please review!! Please, now you've read, review!
Sethoz-Chan