Disclaimer: Back by even more popular demand. Find out just why Trip was in space, the real force code and Archer's new plan to keep an eye on Trip. Oh yeah, I don't own Enterprise, Star Wars or anything else in this part.
Umm... I'm not really sure what you mean 'PashminaFan'. What do you mean, what sort of name is 'Logs'? It's a title about the story which is told though the logs of people. What does everyone else think? Is Logs a silly title? Help me out here.
Thanks to my beta CJ. You're the best!
~@~
Logs.
~Cheese is the path...?~
Commander Tucker's personal Log.
It was my break. It was my stinking break. Why couldn't the Enterprise get hit on Malcolm's break or Hoshi's? Why always mine? It's like a big fat conspiracy. So I was sitting at my computer when a message flashed up on the screen. Before I had time to read it, lights began to flash. One of my staff ran up to me and told me there was a problem in the docking bay. Like the idiot I am, I told him I'll take care of it... wait did I close my message?
~@~
Crewman #63's personal log.
How odd! There I was pushing buttons, looking busy, pretending to work when I was told to DO a job. I know and if that wasn't weird enough there was this message. It was flashing on the computer on Commander Tucker's desk and I had been told to turn it off. The title was seven words long and said;
Cheese is the path to the darkside.
Well, it's not my business now is it? Got to go, buttons need pressing, consoles need looking at and basically I need to pretend to be busy.
End log.
~@~
Commander Tucker's Personal Log, Supplemental.
So there I was in the docking bay trying to find out what was wrong. There was a panel behind the spacesuites but I couldn't find anywhere to put them - the Cap'n hordes stuff worst than a squirrel, I mean when is he going to need "Cat treats for kittens"? Would he get rid of it? Noooo.
"But Trip, I might need that some day! Trip no, it had sentimental value!" Come on, a bag of cat treats has sentimental value?!
Anyway as there was no room I put on one of the suits. Next thing I know Malcolm very kindly opened the docking bay doors and I got sucked outside. Still at least the cat treats are gone.
Knowing the Cap'n though, he'll probably send out search parties for it.
So that's why I'm floating in front of the Enterprise feeling just a bit angry. It was really not on my list of things to do toady; get blasted into space.
I wonder if I can tune the spacesuites radio to get a message to Hoshi... humm... no that's not right... yuck Vulcan classical... ohhh, the interglatic air guitar competition! Yes!
End Log.
~@~
Travis Mayweathers Personal Log,
Still Today: Well there was the Commander floating in space when all of a sudden he began to jump up and down, headbanging and waving his arms about. It looked like he was playing an air guitar. Well it would have looked like that but he was floating in space and all.
"What is... he doing?" The Captain asked in shock. Everyone shrugged their shoulders. Everyone that is, besides me.
"I know!" I called, waving my hand in the air. I guess they just didn't hear me or see me because the Captain kept asking if anyone knew what Trip was doing and I kept saying that I knew but no one heard me. This deafness that keeps affecting people is really starting to get to me. There has to be a cure surely?
Anyway they managed to get the Commander inside my using those hooks we have. Lucky really that Trip's spacesuite didn't get a hole.
End Log.
~@~
Doctor Phlox's Medical Log;
Spent most of today experimenting with all my pets to try and come up some fake cure I can use. Though maybe I don't have to try that hard; after all they did believe droppings were useful. I think if I mix the puss of my bat with the slime of my slugs I can get a sweet smelling mixture which I can pretend cures... space sickness. Yes that's it, space sickness.
The Captain has just come in with the Commander. Apparently he went crazy in space, even though Mr. Tucker keeps saying he's fine. I can test my new mixture now!
End Log.
~@~
Captain's Log;
Stardate: ... uh... sometime.
Turns out Trip didn't go crazy, he just tuned into the interglatic air guitar station. Though anyone who plays an air guitar is crazy. Prothos is sitting by my feet, brown eyes pleading, tail wagging. Before I knew what I was doing there was a bit of cheese in my hands and my dog looked very, very happy indeed. I was about to toss the cheese to him when Trip's disembodied voice floated across my ready room. He/It said;
Cheese leads to fullness,
Fullness leads to sickness,
Sickness leads to... suffering.
So I can either trust my dog or the invisible person who tells me cheese is bad. Here Prothos, catch! Computer,
End Log.
~@~
Commander Tucker's Personal Log;
I hate Malcolm for sending me out into space. I hate Archer for thinking I'm crazy but most of all I hate Dr. Phlox for giving me that medicine. He said it was 'Sweet smelling and sweet tasting' . If by sweet smelling he meant odor of elephant and by sweet tasting he meant worse that month old moldy rice pudding, then yes, the stuff was sweet.
~@~
Captains Log, Supplemental;
Note: I've got it! I was reading about pet care in the twentieth century. To prevent pet owners from loosing there Cat's and Dog's vets would micro-chip them. A micro-chip contains information about who the pet is. Now if I could get something like that from Trip (though, naturally not a proper micro-chip) then we would stop loosing him.
In theory at least.
TBC...
There you have it, the next part of Logs. Check back soon for part four in in which Trip meets a very heavy club that takes a intense liking to him and more.
Coming Soon(ish): Part 4; Homing beacon.
Umm... I'm not really sure what you mean 'PashminaFan'. What do you mean, what sort of name is 'Logs'? It's a title about the story which is told though the logs of people. What does everyone else think? Is Logs a silly title? Help me out here.
Thanks to my beta CJ. You're the best!
~@~
Logs.
~Cheese is the path...?~
Commander Tucker's personal Log.
It was my break. It was my stinking break. Why couldn't the Enterprise get hit on Malcolm's break or Hoshi's? Why always mine? It's like a big fat conspiracy. So I was sitting at my computer when a message flashed up on the screen. Before I had time to read it, lights began to flash. One of my staff ran up to me and told me there was a problem in the docking bay. Like the idiot I am, I told him I'll take care of it... wait did I close my message?
~@~
Crewman #63's personal log.
How odd! There I was pushing buttons, looking busy, pretending to work when I was told to DO a job. I know and if that wasn't weird enough there was this message. It was flashing on the computer on Commander Tucker's desk and I had been told to turn it off. The title was seven words long and said;
Cheese is the path to the darkside.
Well, it's not my business now is it? Got to go, buttons need pressing, consoles need looking at and basically I need to pretend to be busy.
End log.
~@~
Commander Tucker's Personal Log, Supplemental.
So there I was in the docking bay trying to find out what was wrong. There was a panel behind the spacesuites but I couldn't find anywhere to put them - the Cap'n hordes stuff worst than a squirrel, I mean when is he going to need "Cat treats for kittens"? Would he get rid of it? Noooo.
"But Trip, I might need that some day! Trip no, it had sentimental value!" Come on, a bag of cat treats has sentimental value?!
Anyway as there was no room I put on one of the suits. Next thing I know Malcolm very kindly opened the docking bay doors and I got sucked outside. Still at least the cat treats are gone.
Knowing the Cap'n though, he'll probably send out search parties for it.
So that's why I'm floating in front of the Enterprise feeling just a bit angry. It was really not on my list of things to do toady; get blasted into space.
I wonder if I can tune the spacesuites radio to get a message to Hoshi... humm... no that's not right... yuck Vulcan classical... ohhh, the interglatic air guitar competition! Yes!
End Log.
~@~
Travis Mayweathers Personal Log,
Still Today: Well there was the Commander floating in space when all of a sudden he began to jump up and down, headbanging and waving his arms about. It looked like he was playing an air guitar. Well it would have looked like that but he was floating in space and all.
"What is... he doing?" The Captain asked in shock. Everyone shrugged their shoulders. Everyone that is, besides me.
"I know!" I called, waving my hand in the air. I guess they just didn't hear me or see me because the Captain kept asking if anyone knew what Trip was doing and I kept saying that I knew but no one heard me. This deafness that keeps affecting people is really starting to get to me. There has to be a cure surely?
Anyway they managed to get the Commander inside my using those hooks we have. Lucky really that Trip's spacesuite didn't get a hole.
End Log.
~@~
Doctor Phlox's Medical Log;
Spent most of today experimenting with all my pets to try and come up some fake cure I can use. Though maybe I don't have to try that hard; after all they did believe droppings were useful. I think if I mix the puss of my bat with the slime of my slugs I can get a sweet smelling mixture which I can pretend cures... space sickness. Yes that's it, space sickness.
The Captain has just come in with the Commander. Apparently he went crazy in space, even though Mr. Tucker keeps saying he's fine. I can test my new mixture now!
End Log.
~@~
Captain's Log;
Stardate: ... uh... sometime.
Turns out Trip didn't go crazy, he just tuned into the interglatic air guitar station. Though anyone who plays an air guitar is crazy. Prothos is sitting by my feet, brown eyes pleading, tail wagging. Before I knew what I was doing there was a bit of cheese in my hands and my dog looked very, very happy indeed. I was about to toss the cheese to him when Trip's disembodied voice floated across my ready room. He/It said;
Cheese leads to fullness,
Fullness leads to sickness,
Sickness leads to... suffering.
So I can either trust my dog or the invisible person who tells me cheese is bad. Here Prothos, catch! Computer,
End Log.
~@~
Commander Tucker's Personal Log;
I hate Malcolm for sending me out into space. I hate Archer for thinking I'm crazy but most of all I hate Dr. Phlox for giving me that medicine. He said it was 'Sweet smelling and sweet tasting' . If by sweet smelling he meant odor of elephant and by sweet tasting he meant worse that month old moldy rice pudding, then yes, the stuff was sweet.
~@~
Captains Log, Supplemental;
Note: I've got it! I was reading about pet care in the twentieth century. To prevent pet owners from loosing there Cat's and Dog's vets would micro-chip them. A micro-chip contains information about who the pet is. Now if I could get something like that from Trip (though, naturally not a proper micro-chip) then we would stop loosing him.
In theory at least.
TBC...
There you have it, the next part of Logs. Check back soon for part four in in which Trip meets a very heavy club that takes a intense liking to him and more.
Coming Soon(ish): Part 4; Homing beacon.