STARDATE 2021.10.4
I confronted Colonel Nightbird on the encrypted communiques.
She says that she did not wish to out herself but, yes, as captain of the ship I have a right to know.
She is a memeber of Starfleet Intelligence. She couldn’t get into her mission her, but advised me that Parker, her partner and my acting Yeoman, isn’t part of it.
I suppose its somewhat comforting at least. At least she’s Starfleet Intelligence and nothing more clandestine…Still not fond of a spook being on my ship but…what can I do. We all have our orders.
The Major General and my Comms officer went to a few diplomatic summits over the last month. It’s an exciting time to be a diplomat apparently. Shit, the whole thing is above my pay grade…such as it is.
I’m happy that we are out here doing good work, even if we arrive in a battleship flying the flag of peace. damn it we are still flying that flag.
Doctor Avaaj is being a serious pain in my ass…thankfully not literally. Or more specifically the damned marines on this ship are being a pain in her ass and she is in turn being a pain in my ass. <a deep sigh is recorded>
Fifty-two reports from her this month. Fifty-two!
All about some damned marine getting some plasma burns because their buddies and them were playing hackey-sack with a live grenade! That one alone was six reports because thats how many of the dumbasses there were! Can you believe it? Some guy convinced five of his friends that it was a good idea!
Three cases of Tellarite Herpes…I…there are questions there that I, for one, don’t want to ask…Why do three humans have Tellarite Herpes? Did they get it from a Tellarite or someone else? Did they all get it from the SAME person? Each other?! These…I…pardon my languge but these fucking marines will be the death of me…or at least of my beatifully non-grey hair!
I mean, the list just goes on like this!
I gotta hand it to the Doc though…She gives as good as she gets. I was down there with a medical assistant helping me out with some knee pain after I went rock climbing in the holodeck and I saw her in action.
You can tell that little lady has seen some stuff in her time in Starfleet Medical.
And the expletives she bursts out it!
I mean <there is a chuckle> I was across the room and saw her cut the leg off a PFC’s uniform.
Giant, pus-filled sores all over her knee, all scabbed up- I don’t know how she was able to WALK in that condition.
But the string of curses that came outta that little orions mouth would make half the marines on the ship blush!
Turns out it was a chemical burn from Bolian URINE!
Apparently her bunk mate had smuggled some Klingon bloodwine aboard and him and his friends made a drinking game of some kind…well…Private Bolian here…as one does…drank WAY too much of the stuff and by the time they made it back to their bunk had lost all control of bodily functions.
Doc knew who they were because they had treated them for severe alcohol poisoning a couple of days ago…another of my reports…
Party never stops in sickbay I gotta tell ya.
Something that struck me while I was down there…So many people called her Doc Spooky…There had to be a story there so I looked up her file…turns out her main area of study back at the academy wasn’t medicine in the traditional sense…no…she studied to be a pathologist! Anyway, getting off topic here.
Where was I? Oh right.
Our diplomatic missions have been resounding successes. Doc likes to cut open dead people. Marines are flippin insane….there, that’s a good place to end it…nice and succinct.
End Captains Log.