Captain's Log 4
Star Date 05050.3
Goddess, give me the strength to do what is right and guide my paw in the trying times to come.
I’m so tired now that I don’t know if I can make it to the end of this watch. I didn’t realize that I had deteriorated so badly over the years, but it is true. Perhaps it has something to do with my broken arm, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I didn’t sleep any too well last night because of the pain in my arm, and my heart.
Well the meeting didn't go all that well. The new crew is ill mannered but they seem to be able to do something approaching the minimum job needed to run the ship. If I can get them to minimum status, I'll feel that I have accomplished something. I could never take them into combat. They quite simply would die. As to the ship, I feel it is a miracle that she is still in one piece! As an example someone had been using the ships probes as a place to dump trash! Goddess help me I couldn't even muster the strength to yell at anyone over it. Likely I'll find that they have converted the photon tubes into a brothel or something.
Back to task, I don’t, as of now, see any way to bring Mr. Brundle back without a full court-martial. He has just too many counts against him with his assault, theft, and insubordination, and now fleeing prosecution and damage to Federation property. I am now risking a rescue team by sending them into the rift he opened to try to save his life.
I do feel sorry for him, having plumbed the depths of madness myself. I understand what the mind can do to one when passion overcomes you will, but I can not let this go.
Then there is the matter of my daughter. She is, I don't know, just not what I thought she would be. She is dedicated and hard working true, but like everything on this ship, not up to expected standards.
I was both horrified and pleased when she presented her wtsai to me. Horrified that she carries it as would a Kzin, and pleased that she would share with me something that obviously means much to her. That it is the same blade that nearly took my leg off, I have no doubt. That she carries it with pride is like a dagger in my heart. How do you respond to that? It is almost enough to make me cry that she embraces that part of her that is Kzin. If I could find a way to cure her of that blight, I would feel that I had done her a most noble service. Perhaps that is why I have been placed in command again, to seek out a cure for my poor crippled daughter.
On a brighter note, the rift is staying more or less constant and we are getting some fascinating data back from the probe. The world they are on appears to be an alternate Earth, but with some unusual twists. They seem to be aware of us, and they are aware of the Borg and other events that they should have no idea of. I have a constant recording of the data coming in being made. Perhaps we will learn something of our future from these odd broadcasts. I will instruct the landing party to look for data that would postdate our current timeframe. What we could learn boggles the mind!
I just hope they are not too long at the job because I will pull them out if things start looking bad.
Oh, it looks like my daughter sent me mail before she left. I'll look at it when I get back to my quarters, oh and I need to see to my grandkits as well.