Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on Feb 25, 2010 11:27:25 GMT -5
Personal Log Stardate 63651.8 It is sad to see a relationship fracture, especially when it is done by one of the persons in that relationship. My old friend Droxine, daughter of the High Adviser Plasus of the cloud city Stratos, has learned the truth about her father and I can see the pain in her eyes.
She discovered how he and the Council have lied all of this time in order to exploit and use the troglydite labor on the surface of the planet. Now, Plasus has to deal with me and I am no sparkling eyed child any longer. I joined Starfleet just for such opportunities such as this.
He will have to confront his daughter and try to explain why he agreed to these things. I have the feeling that he will no longer find her to be so believing and trusting anymore. I will be there with her. She is my friend and my blood sister. If, after that, if she wishes, she may come with us. I know that Mother would welcome her to Mandylita with open arms.
But first, there's Plasus to deal with. I know he will recognize me and he will find just how tough I can be as an arbertrator and negotator. What he has done to the Troglydites is unconsciousnable. The longer you keep a race down, the harder they push when they've had enough.
I just don't want anyone hurt or killed. That solves nothing and only causes worse feelings on both sides. I do hope that the Enterprise can come to assist us but, it will be hard for Droxine to see Spock again. She loves him so completely and totally, it hurts her. I wish I could fully explain to her why he is the way he is but, it's hard. He keeps himself so closed off.
Well, Droxine has finally fallen asleep on the sofa in my quarters and I covered her with a blanket. She needs her rest before she confronts her father over this. I just hope she can repair that relationship but, given Plasus and his arrogance and stubborness, I very much doubt it.
The Captain has called me to the transporter room. They must have beamed Plasus aboard. I'm sure his angry and yelling at the top of his lungs. Time to go to work. I hope to make you proud of me, Mother.
Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on Mar 5, 2010 21:31:09 GMT -5
Personal Log Stardate 63674.9 The meeting is done. Plasus seemed to be shocked that I turned on him like that. I am no longer a child, as I told him. I guess he believed I would still be living and acting like a little spoiled princess. Fortunately, my parents did not raise me that way.
He was very suprised when Droxine confronted him. I also think, in a sneaking way, he was also proud of her but, he will never show it openly. All Droxine wants is for her father to tell her how he feels about her. I don't understand why he will not, or can not for that matter.
We were able to return the filter masks to the mines for the Troglydites to use so that the Zenite gas would no longer make them so violent. I hope the Enterprise does come. Seems Plasus listens to Kirk more that he would anyone else.
It's just going to be hard for Droxine to see Mister Spock again but, she is going to have to resolve her feeling for him someday and sooner would be better than later. Maybe once I'm able to go home on leave, she will come visit and, for a few days, we can be the happy, carefree girls we used to be. It would be nice to able to live like that agin, at least, for awhile.
Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on Mar 19, 2010 23:56:25 GMT -5
Personal Log Stardate 63713.6 We have departed the Cloud city of Stratos. I gave Droxine my private transponder frequency so, if she needs me, for any reason, she will be able to reach me.
I know she will visit Mandylita later and I hope to be there when she does. Now, we are back out among the stars and searching the frontier for new civilizations, hopefully those on our level or just reaching it. It's always fasinicated me to meet a race on the verge of reaching for the stars.
The routine can get boring but, when that contact happens, it's hard to explain the feeling. It's joy, wonder, sorrow, fear, all of it rolled into one. However, looking forward to the first contacts we make make the routine worth going through.
It's almost time for my watch to begin. If anything interesting does happen, I'll be sure to log it here. Until then, End Personal Log and store.
Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on Mar 30, 2010 22:15:01 GMT -5
Begin Duty Log Entry Stardate 63743.5 We recieved a distress call from the Beta Narobi Colony and responded to a call about a sniper shooting at various persons.
We arrived on the planet's surface and met no one. None of the colony's Security Personnel would even meet us. After being on the recieving end of a few shots, we were finally able to find his hideout. It was full of some strange looking equipment, some of which regestered as Federation issue on my tricorder.
We then met our "sniper" face to face. Turns out, he is a stranded, inadvertent dimension hopper. His name is Captain John Ripper. He stepped through this portal his crew had found and ended up in our dimension.
In this universe, he died as an infant. The Captain has asked me to stay with the man as we beam him and myself to Sickbay. I will talk to him and learn what I can. Perhaps we can find a way to return him to his own universe, at least I hope we can."
Lt Angelaine Kitona Chief Navigation/Tatical officer USS Detroyat
Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on May 14, 2010 21:47:11 GMT -5
Personal Log I don't know what to say. After sharing consciousness with Kareena and her people, it was so hard. They deliberately broke the crystal to let me out, even knowing that their own bodies, that they had tried to preserve, had been sabatoged and destroyed.
Fortunately, I was able to recover their cultural legacy. At least the universe will know that Kareena and her people once lived on that planet. Knowing that one of their own sabatoged their only chance for survival hurts so much. I wish there was more that I can do.
Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on Jun 7, 2010 14:48:07 GMT -5
I've been sitting here for hours pouring over the cultural legacy we found. Kareena's people were known as the Jarlian. The planet was known as Coualta Five.
They were definitely more advanced than us, technologically. In a lot of ways, however, our two races were remarkably similiar. I learned a lot from my contact with them and found they were very noble, self sacrificing and concerned for the truth.
Their art is astounding. It is so beautiful and so expressive of what they believed. I'm beginning to go over their writings and so far, they had excellent ways of expressing what they felt and saw. I just feel so sad knowing that one of their own destroyed their only chance to live again.
How could anyone do that? It makes no sense to me. All they wanted was to live, to be themselves again. No one has the right to deny that to them. It will take a long time to go through all of this database.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm reading all of this through Kareena's eyes. She will always be a part of me now, I know that and I hope to honor her life and her memory. Now, I have alot more work to do