So we're currently floating above the primary Alsuran planet. I should be down there but instead I'm relegated to watching from my astrometrics station. The Alsuran government has asked us to delay our archaeological mission for a few days as they are currently going through some form of crisis. Only the Prophets can say for sure what's going on down there as the government refuses to ask us for help. I can understand that I suppose. I don't know. I think my experiences under the occupation cloud my judgement. Any Bajoran would have given their right hand to see the Federation step in and save us. I just don't understand why, if the Alsuran conundrum is causing such a problem planetside, the government doesn't take all the help it can get.
Alright. I admit I cannot wait to get down there. Three weeks I've been waiting to get to grips with this civilisation. And the possibility of tech that could help us get home sooner.
Meanwhile other things have been happening on the ship. Poor old Shara has been the target of a lot of criticism and fights over her relationship with Tom from the Mirror Universe. I've tried to help, especially with her fight with Seven since I consider them both close friends but it's hard to read that Borg woman. Sometimes I think she genuinely enjoys seeing us try to figure her out. She raises that eyebrow and gives a look which reminds me of an old vedic I used to know. She used to give out these spiritual puzzles and seemed to take great pleasure in watching us squirm as we tried not to insult her or the Prophets. That's Seven to a tee. I've also promised to speak to John for Shara. The problem with that is that he has a huge crush on her. And I in turn have a tiny little one on him. So that should make for an interesting conversation.
I managed to perfect my tarot holoprogram just in time for the holodeck to go completely haywire. Luckily enough my program didn't participate in the mayhem. It was bad enough with sphinxes and harpies that were running around let alone adding a Grim Reaper, the Devil and any number of knights. It works though. Perfectly and is a very wonderful meditation tool. It is my aim to get Seven to try it but I really doubt she'll enjoy it. Far too whimsical for her.
Anyway, I'd better get on. The Alsurans don't research themselves.
Ensign Arda out.
Monday, 10 August 2009
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
An Introduction.
I suppose I ought to introduce myself. I am Ensign Arda Coombs, a junior Bajoran astrometrics officer on the USS Voyager (NCC-74656). I joined the ship from Deep Space Nine for what was supposed to be a simple patrolling mission. I couldn't be more wrong.
I was moved from DS9 to Voyager as a way of furthering my career within Starfleet Science Corps. While the Wormhole is a peculiar and highly interesting piece of spacial phenomena I felt that there were already enough scientists researching its properties and I couldn't add anything more to that mix. I requested a transfer and my fate was set. Voyager was transported to the Delta quadrant and I was able to study truely unique astrophysical events. However I, like every other crewmember, was the furthest anyone had been from the Alpha quadrant and the addition of a crew of Maquis fighters made the transition even worse.
However time moved on and I became used to the idea of deep exploration. We even picked up people as we went along, not least a Borg drone named Seven of Nine who became my commanding officer in Astrometrics.
That's enough for an introduction. Current events are far more interesting. We have come across a civilisation thought destroyed. The Alsurans seem to have colonised three planets in the Delta Quadrant. What is more amazing is that they are an Alpha quadrant race. The only record Starfleet has of them is a dish prepared by Neelix for Commander Chakotay. Other than that nothing. Not even linguistic data. This meant the translator was not as universal as it should have been and I was charged with studying the linguistic data our probes brought back from the planets. Even with my linguistic training this was no easy task. While the semantic translation was easy, the difference in syntax meant I took several days to even create the most basic of cypher. I am actually at the most I can do without more hard linguistic data from the actual planet itself. Thus I am pleased to hear that we are granted an away mission and I am to be a part of it. I don't think I can contain my excitement. These people have evaded near extermination to survive on the other side of the galaxy. Truely an amazing feat. And maybe, if they got here, they have a way to get us home faster.
That thought is keeping me very excited.
Ensign Arda, out.
I was moved from DS9 to Voyager as a way of furthering my career within Starfleet Science Corps. While the Wormhole is a peculiar and highly interesting piece of spacial phenomena I felt that there were already enough scientists researching its properties and I couldn't add anything more to that mix. I requested a transfer and my fate was set. Voyager was transported to the Delta quadrant and I was able to study truely unique astrophysical events. However I, like every other crewmember, was the furthest anyone had been from the Alpha quadrant and the addition of a crew of Maquis fighters made the transition even worse.
However time moved on and I became used to the idea of deep exploration. We even picked up people as we went along, not least a Borg drone named Seven of Nine who became my commanding officer in Astrometrics.
That's enough for an introduction. Current events are far more interesting. We have come across a civilisation thought destroyed. The Alsurans seem to have colonised three planets in the Delta Quadrant. What is more amazing is that they are an Alpha quadrant race. The only record Starfleet has of them is a dish prepared by Neelix for Commander Chakotay. Other than that nothing. Not even linguistic data. This meant the translator was not as universal as it should have been and I was charged with studying the linguistic data our probes brought back from the planets. Even with my linguistic training this was no easy task. While the semantic translation was easy, the difference in syntax meant I took several days to even create the most basic of cypher. I am actually at the most I can do without more hard linguistic data from the actual planet itself. Thus I am pleased to hear that we are granted an away mission and I am to be a part of it. I don't think I can contain my excitement. These people have evaded near extermination to survive on the other side of the galaxy. Truely an amazing feat. And maybe, if they got here, they have a way to get us home faster.
That thought is keeping me very excited.
Ensign Arda, out.
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