[USS Charon] SD241001.02 Backlog - Eithne Katris - Christmas Revolutions Pt. 1

Christmas Revolutions - Pt. 1

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Eithne watched as the students rushed around her, preparing for the Winter Festival which would mark the end of school before winter break.

They never paid much attention to her, you see, they were scared.

" Yeah... Didn't you know?" " Someone said she can read minds..." " No she can't... Really?!" " What a freak!" " Ha ha ha!"

The insults? They used to bother her. But, she was used to it. Never did she blame them for how they felt about her. It was human nature... To fear what you do not understand.

If they really understood what she was... What she could do... Would that truly change anything? She did not think so.

 "" BRRRIINNNGGG!! BRRIIINNGGGG!!! ""

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the loud and obnoxious ringing of the school bell. Suddenly, she was alone in the classroom, left once again to clean the room... Alone. But, she enjoyed being alone, it was the only time she could really be in silence... With her own thoughts.

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" Mom! I'm home!" Twas all for nothing mind you. Her mother was more likely to be found at a social gathering, or fundraiser, or at a political event of some kind. She was rarely home.

The house, was not empty though, she knew that because she could 'hear' the others. Who? Perhaps one of the cleaners, or Farnel ; the butler.

She slipped out of her shoes and placed them next to the door with her school bag. Homework? No, she had already finished. What else would someone do... When no one would bother to be your friend?

Sitting at the dinner table, she looked out at the soft snow that had started to fall. Her thoughts turning to the Winter Festival which would be in full bloom and wondered if she should bother going. Her mind was quickly changed though.... She did not like crowds.

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Eithne Katris
Executive Officer
USS Charon


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" Live each day as if it were your last...Don't do anything you will regret later...Let it happen...It was meant to be...Don't fight it..It's your destiny"

[USS Charon] SD241001.01 Transit Log Colonel Sam Thorten

The stars went by quickly, as was to be expected since the ship was still at a high warp velocity towards the eastern half of the Romulan Empire.  Sam hadn't been on a starship without being in command of something in sometime, several years in fact.  He looked over across the room he had been given.  VIP quarters.  A Marine in VIP quarters felt nervous, it was like living in a cavern, it was massive.  He sighed unable to figure out how to calm himself down Thorten saw the PADD he had been given during the end of his last assignment.  He was on a far flung colony in the Federation, border territory.  Any Marine Corp solider would have loved to have had the position, and apparently someone else was going to have it.

Having been the vetran of several wars he thought he could have possibly retired out there, maybe even making Brigader or Major General out there.  Colonel Sam Thorten shook his head at the turn of events.  They took away his men, his fighters, his tanks...  Everything.  Everything that he had fought so hard to get for the frontier base and colony gone.  Fuckers.  He was infuriated, incensed.  Why?  He had followed all of the rules once they had put him into ground pounder duty.  They were lucky too.  After he had left the warrior he had decided to go back to Marine roots...  Turns out that was a smart move, the rise of the Dominon had proven a need for Marine officers.

He poured himself another drink before relaxing back into his chair to watch the stars.  So why was he going out to the ass end of the Romulan Empire, that is what they called it again right?  Sam shook his head at the constant changing of names that the Romulans went through.  He had lost contact with all of his olds friends from the Warrior.  He often wondered what Captain Spearling was doing, or Commander Brin, or even Samantha...

Sam shook his head before relaxing back into his chair.  Things weren't the same anymore, they never would be.  However it wouldn't do to dwell on the past and everything that had happened.  It was time to dwell on what to do about this assignment.  An observer on a starship in the middle of Romulan space.  Sam hoped that somehow someway this would mean bigger and better things for him.  If not?  Eventually he'd have to retire if nothing came his way.  But for now...  He'd have to deal with the Charon.


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Colonel Sam Thorten
Marine Observer
USS-Charon

[USS Charon] SD 241001.02 II Back Duty Log - Observations of The Yy’a Nebula - Ensign Thomas Clipper

 

[USS Charon – Deck 3, Science Labs]

Thomas took a long drink from his coffee before he realized how terribly cold it had become. He had been looking over the sensor logs for hours.  Even though their entire foray within the nebula had been one of survival there was plenty of data to be analyzed.

"Computer Begin voice Log." He spoke as he got out of his chair and made his way towards the replicator. "Black Coffee, Hot." he requested but quickly sighed. "Computer delete last sentence from the log." Taking the coffee he took a sip before he continued. "Duty log notes for Ensign Thomas Clipper."

"For classification purposes the Yy'a nebula is a Mutara class with many additional phenomena located within its bounds creating an extremely hazardous environment." He paused to take another sip of his now refreshingly hot drink before continuing the caffeine giving him a much wanted second wind.

"Due to the effects of the nebula, sensor information was severely compromised as well as shield efficiency and stability. Unlike most nebula of this classification the radiation and static discharge levels observed were insufficient to entirely compromise all shield systems. Nor was gigantic hole in engineering." Thomas chuckled to himself as he remembered what one of the engineers had told him about their expierances as he idly sifted through the information. He continued to do so as he added.

"Computer delete last sentence and attach compiled sensor data logs showing the monitored Static discharge levels within the nebula against levels found in open space as well as those recorded within other Murata Classes."

"No astrogeologic features were found from the recorded sensor data however over 72% of the Nebula was not subjected to scans which would have be able to determine if such features are present within the nebula's bounds." While he had continued dictation he was now specifically looking over initial information that was taken while en route to the nebula "Computer, make a reference note to the preliminary scan results taken on approach to the nebula."

He continued "Of note large quantities of Thoron Particles are present within the nebula's bounds. Sensor logs have registered the Thoron Radiation contributed significantly toward the sensor disruptions while within the nebula." He quipped "Computer also add the logs regarding Thoron density within the Nebula. "

Conscious not to let this cup go cold he took another drink of his beverage before continuing "A large quantity of plasma eddies are located within Yy'a. The combination of the natural effects of the nebula including poor sensor and shield performance makes navigation of the nebula extremely hazardous. Ionized mass within the nebula is attracted to the eddies their flow has the potential to create currents and while not capable of exceeding the output of functional impulse engines, has the capacity to move disabled or distressed ships."

 "A debris field was observed next the one of the eddies. Analysis of the available sensor data presents the probable conclusion the eddy combined with the shield and sensor interrupting effects of the nebula were strong enough to overcome the systems of and destroy a D'Deriex class Romulan warbird."

He said the words before going quiet for a minute. It was foreign to him to not dwell on such a loss of life. How should he feel that hundreds had likely perished? Especially considering that if they hadn't he would have likely been the deceased statistic. Granted his death would have come from a disruptor rifle rather than a natural occurrence. What those people had done on that planet had been for no one's eyes but theirs. Their conviction in pursuit was a testament to that. Thomas simply couldn't comprehend those emotions. For now he chose not too and continued. 

"In conclusion while the survey of the nebula was not completed and compiled data was not thoroughly cross referenced due to critical damage and causalities by an attack from a hostile force it is suitable to advise that extreme care should be taken when entering the nebula, also that further analysis would be beneficial to accurately catalog this stellar body as well as further investigate if the Plasma Eddies and other phenomena present in this stationary nebula have any other associations with Neutronic storms." Standing and grabbing a PADD as he finished the last sentence he finalized.

"Computer end log. Title as 'Observations of The Yy'a Nebula' affix Timestamp and my Signature, save a copy to the database and move a copy to the PADD I'm holding."

Noticing the time as he read the dictated notes back to himself he realized his scheduled punishment shift on deck 12 was almost due to begin. Draining the last of his cup he went back over to the replicator. This time dialing up substantially more the precious black liquid to be delivered in an insulated flask. He took it as went first to deliver the report. Before becoming further acquainted with the Deuterium tanks and antimatter storages on deck 12 for another 8 hours.

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Ensign Thomas Clipper
Assistant Science Officer
USS Charon