The Story - Logs

Personal Logs - One Year Anniversary

Capt. Myst
Cmdr. Ivanof
Lt. Cmdr. Daem
Lt. Cmdr. Sable
Lt. Travin
Lt. Freeman
Lt.J.G. McInnis

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Capt. Myst

Captain's Personal Log
Stardate: 55656.8

I can't believe it's been a year already. Feels more like three or four months. I suppose that's what happens when you're constantly busy!

I just wanted to take a moment's pause from the constant activity to reflect on this last year since the Griffin first launched. I must admit I was a bit nervous when I first set foot on this ship after the refit. I thought being a Captain was a completely different game than I had been part of until that point, and I wasn't convinced all my years in Starfleet leading up to that moment had properly prepared me for my new role. I remember that evening, and my first conversation with Yuri as if it just happened- I should probably mention to him how much that first meeting soothed my nerves. Now that so much is behind us, that admission wouldn't change anything. It might even be one of those things they say you look back and laugh about. I don't know what I would have done this last year without him, I knew from that first conversation that he was the perfect fit as an XO for me, he being so much what I'm not. I really should tell him, especially since I've begun telling the Senior Staff what I think for each of them recently.

Perhaps I'll ask him to tour the Griffin again with me and tell him then. I'm planning to walk the ship the same way I did before the refit and then again after it one year ago. I don't want to let this anniversary slip by like every other day has been doing this last year. I also want to get out and meet all the civilians I haven't been able to yet. I really need to make more time to make myself more available to everyone on the ship. And the Griffin herself.

Despite how the overhaul changed the feel of this ship, she again feels like home to me. Not quite the same as things felt during our first six years together, but that comfortable feeling of security and knowing this is where I belong has returned. Like when a close friendship is rekindled after a long separation.

Except this time it's entirely my responsibility to keep her "alive"... and everyone else on board. It's a daunting feeling, knowing that. The reality of it didn't hit me until we found the Goddard oh so many months ago...

(silence)

I count myself lucky that nothing worse than one assassination had happened before that point. I didn't have the proper perspective on my responsibilities until then. I had been acting like being a Captain was a wonderful dream achieved that wouldn't spoil, not a commitment to a fragile part of the universe that needs constant attention, care, and foresight to keep safe. Command is a duty, not a privilege. Ironic that it took overcoming dreams that felt like reality to show me the danger of thinking of reality as a dream. I'm glad that's what happened though. Otherwise things could have been a whole lot worse with the Bisra than they were.

That reminds me. I wonder whatever became of that micro-wormhole. I'll have to check up on that next.

But before I close this log and start my tour, I want to make a toast for good luck.

(sound of a bottle being opened and then a liquid being poured into a glass)

To you, the U.S.S. Griffin -

To my crew, my new found family -

And to the rest of my family who can't be with me everyday -

May we have peace in our hearts, joy in our lives, and always return to those we love and who love us in return.

(sound of glass lightly struck against the wall, then a moment of silence)

Hm, that was good. And the toast too! I'll have to remember that one and use it again sometime.

"Computer, end log."

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Cmdr. Ivanof

First Officers Log
Stardate: 55656.8

Today Marks the One Year Anniversary of the re-launch of the USS Griffin with myself as First Officer. I apologize that I am not one for reminiscing on record but I feel it is important for posterity.

Uss Griffin is a fine ship, with a good crew. Captain Myst is a first class Captain, although I find that she still shows the lack of detachment that is the mark of a stereotypical starship Captain. Captain Myst is far from stereotypical, and the ship is the better for it. She considers many of the crew, including the senior staff as part of her family. This may cause issues in the future if Captain Myst is forced to send someone on a mission they will not return from. However I do find the contact she maintains with the crew is remarkably effective in maintaining good morale. History shows that many of the beloved leaders in history were beloved because they did have the connection with their men on a personal level. I'm sure history will be as accommodating with Captain Myst when the time comes.

Counselor Daem has been newly promoted to Second Officer and I must say I am pleased with her performance. As with Captain Myst she maintains close ties with the crew as counselor yet also has the ability to make tough decisions under difficult conditions. She will make a fine First Officer one day when the opportunity presents itself.

Our Conn officer, Lt. Commander Sable is a superb pilot. Also her choice to put herself in mortal danger without a second thought is very commendable. I'm sure new opportunities will test her mettle further. I look forward to following her career in the years to come.

Lieutenant Travin, our Security chief, is a warrior of great cunning. Her tactics in our battle simulation with the augmented Griffin were top notch. Her reccomendations in battle and her expertise in maintaining security are above reproach.

Lt. Freeman, while only serving on board Griffin for a short time has shown himself to be an exemplary officer. I look forward to seeing more from him in the Future.

CMO Moyer is a fine doctor, but the loss of Lt. Marina O'Roarke still is fresh among the crew. Of her, I can say, I have never felt so strongly for the loss of an officer, as I have over her loss. Her kind bedside manner, is only contrasted by her stern backbone in the pursuit of what is best for the patient, even if the patient is beyond help. Her courage under fire allowed her to make the ultimate sacrifice. She is missed.

Chief Science officer, Anna Krasinski. A fine officer and one who will go far beyond a lab, if we can ever peel her from it.

Chief Engineer Scott McInnis.

(Pause)

Of all of the crew, I have butted heads with Chief Mcinnis the most. His engineering skills are unmatched but I am concerned with his need to break protocols to find solutions. Although breaking protocol seems to be a family tradition. But it seems as if McInnis is too obsessed with his families traditions. Or one family member in particular. His desire to surpass his famous uncle is commendable but he needs to understand that the Captain and myself do not hold him to that rigid a standard. The old stories of the Enterprise's miracle worker have made McInnis doubt his own miraculous talent. He is one of the finest engineers Starfleet has, and his consideration of resignation is disturbing. I hope as the year forward progresses that Scott gets the help he needs to overcome his doubts. I will do everything in my power to see to it he knows how valued he is to this crew. I hope to report in my 2nd anniversary log that he is still with the Griffin.

Overall, this ships performance has been, in my opinion, exemplary and in holding with the highest traditions of Starfleet. I am proud to serve aboard and look forward with anticipation the years to come.

(end of entry)

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Lt. Cmdr. Daem

Personal Log, Counselor Jaquelle Daem:

It's been a year since I walked onto the newly refitted Griffin. In the span of that one day I went from a junior officer of the old Griffin to the Counselor of the new Griffin. Now, one year later, during the span of today I went from Counselor to Second Officer.

And to that end, news travels quickly on a Starship.

Today Anna Krasinski's and my usual weekly lunch in my quarters was supposed to celebrate her promotion to Lieutenant and to Chief Science Officer. Within minutes of my promotion, Anna insisted that I meet her on the holodeck for a special luncheon. When the door closed behind me on the holodeck I found myself completely surrounded by a star system. I felt like I was suspended in space. Ahead there was a table and chairs, just sort of hanging there. To one side there was a vast nebula, to the other, a double moon. It was spectacular.

Anna had reproduced the Café Singularity of Cocora down to the last detail. It was a legendary café with only one table, suspended in space. To get a reservation in the real café took a minimum of ten years. It was known to provide the greatest eating experience in the galaxy.

I sat at the table with Anna. Despite the accuracy of the reproduction, the food was... well, replicated. Still the luncheon was fun.

Anna thanked me for her promotion. I told her that before I had the chance, Commander Ivanof made the recommendation. Her only response was that she didn't think he even liked her. I had to tell her that he really does recognize efforts above and beyond the call of duty, and during the past year she had shown that.

As we talked and reflected on the last year Anna did lament about one thing. She reminded me how as junior officers before the refit, we would meet and gossip about other crew members. We would discuss who was dating whom, and who wasn't worthy of whom. We would also talk about which crew member annoyed us most. But that had stopped. As ship's counselor, I would never gossip about anyone on board ship. But at one point she just couldn't help but ask if over the past year there was someone I didn't like. I must admit, I wanted to tell her that I just didn't hit it off with Stembridge. I actually felt a bit guilty that I didn't miss him when he left. But I couldn't even tell her that.

Instead I redirected the conversation and asked her what her parents thought about the promotion. She said she hadn't told them yet, but her sister was excited for her. Anna was so proud that with all the famous members of her family, it was she that her sister looked up to.

She caught me when she asked how my parents reacted to finding out that I was promoted to second officer. I haven't actually told mine either. All my life it seemed that my father would read my mind from light years away. And my Mother seemed to already know things before they had even happened. Somehow, I just assume both know what out me telling them.

During the luncheon while we were talking about the past year, my mind did drift a bit to regret one thing. I had felt at the time that something happened to the AvaGem, but I could not pinpoint what. I know it is my El'Aurian heritage that gives me some insights about things I should never know about. Someday I hope to better understand those insights. All I know now is that I want someday to return.

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Lt. Cmdr. Sable

*Ryan Sable approaches her barren desk, smoothing her uniform tunic as she settles into the seat. A hand rests on the desk-top, her thumb rubbing along the tips of her fingers as her eyes narrow in thought and a soft sigh escapes her. She begins ...*

Lieutenant Commander Ryan Sable
Personal Log
Stardate: 55656.8

The Griffin is celebrating her first year under her new commission today. *A smile creeps into her indifferent expression.* Over three hundred and sixty-five Earth days ago, this ship *she pats the desk-top softly as she speaks* was trapped in dry dock, just bristling to be done and out in space again; about her adventures. *Takes a short pause to soften her speech for a tone of awe or unbelief.* She has certainly seen quite her share of the unexpected. *Glances about her quarters for a moment as though the ship is merely company in her room.* Amazing; how we struggle so hard to measure the length of our existence, and yet it becomes past so quickly it feels as though it might not have existed. In all honesty, its as though my time here has literally passed by in a mere week. Unless Starfleet revamped its calendar I fear we may have fallen into a temporal vortex. *She gives a lopsided smile in response to her own humor.*

I'm sure someone has planned some sort of party, though I have yet to be informed of whom, how, when, or where. Alas, I fear I may be forced to party heartily all my own. *She tilts her head slightly and raises her eyebrow slightly.* Not a completely impractical or distressing proposition. *The humor in her expression is dulled for a moment.* Silence can be inviting. This is an anniversary for many things beyond ships, and in that light, silence seems far more appropriate. I've been raising a candle every year to this date for the Prometheus crew and Brian--*tears creep near, but she manages to blink them back...*--and though this isn't exactly the exact date... *She pauses to retrieve the one unlighted candle from the nearby coffee table, and lights it, setting the candle on the desk before her.* But to you Doctor O'Roarke, may you always be remembered as you lived.

*A long silence ensues before Ryan continues. She sits forward on her chair, placing her elbows on the desk and resting her head on clasped hands while looking directly into the camera.*

Our year end career reviews have nearly come to a close. I must say that all my fellow crew members surely met my expectations. The Counselor, Lieutenant Commander Daem, was promoted to Second Officer. Though I have already given my congratulations, I think I should record my praise for records sake. She's going to be a fine second officer to serve under, I must say. Her performance was certainly impeccable during the war games with the Prometheus. I wonder if anyone has planned any sort of celebration for her.

And Lieutenant Travin ... *suddenly pauses with a slightly distressed laugh.* I suppose old habits die hard. Odd, that I, the lowly Chief Conn Officer--not even in the line of command on this vessel--should be evaluating other superior officers' performances. *She purses her lips.*

This will take some getting use to.

Its so hard to believe that its been almost two years since I was the executive on the original Prometheus. *She rubs her palm on her cheek in remembrance and slight thought.* I was so blind. If I had just listened to my acting XO--be it based on hunch or not--so much would be different now. There would have been no court martial; the Prometheus would still be intact instead of old hulls fitted with newer ones. It was so odd to be on the second Prometheus months ago during the war games. (I believe it was christened as the Prometheus-A shortly after our tests.) It felt much like a ghost, a stain on my record returning to haunt me. I could have had command of a brutally wonderful ship and crew ...

*Ryan shakes her head.*

Command is a past dream. I see and understand now that I was never ready for that responsibility. I'm not made for it, and I should move on. At least I still have my rank and a use to Starfleet, even if I am at the virtual end of any progressive career. And better still that it is something I can enjoy, a skill that I can always sharpen with consistent use. *She shrugs.* If I were in command who knows how rusty my flying would become before I had the chance again.

*She pauses, eventually burying her face in her hands as she inhales deeply.* Who am I trying to fool here? This year's review has stung deeply. I'm not even sure I was scheduled to meet with my superiors much less received anything beyond the usual profile updates. *She stands moving about in front of the monitor.* I honestly feel as though I've been passed over. I was third on the roster before now. Third in the senior staff to hold command of the bridge. Its as though some great responsibility has been pried from me without a chance to fight for it, to prove my worth. My chance to ever regain my standing with Starfleet Command, my capacity to ever be of use, my dignity ... gone. *She sits back down, leaning toward the screen as though she is pleading with some person.* In truth, I don't wish for command as much as I wish to be trusted again. And I now I'm not even sure that is possible anymore. I'm just a pilot. And the sad thing is, this is all my own damning fault.

Maybe its just plain poor luck. Always loosing what is dearest and nearest to me, and I never even have the chance or the weapons to fight back with! *She rubs the small scars between her knuckles, and then heaves a deep sigh.*

I think the Griffin's visit to home ... *blinks, and corrects herself,* the visit to MenyalanisCejidrea *the name of the Ayaceni's home galaxy rolled off her tongue beautifully* still has me on edge. At times I can still feel the presence of the Bisra on my mind, still feel the collective force of the Scralen running through me. I never realized how much I had missed them, the Scralen. And how much more I shudder at the Borg now. *There is a short silence again.* Perhaps I should resign. Go home, to where I feel I belong.

Lord knows I am like a fish out of water here.

I had been so close to seeing my father again, and maybe together, we could have found her. All of us together again and happy. I miss them so much. My parents, Emir, the people... If I had never turned my back for those few seconds as I had, this would have never happened and we would all still be together. Oh, I had wanted to stay behind at home so badly...

*Ryan's voice deepens with a discolored tone.* But the Griffin needed me. I couldn't leave them... I couldn't leave my duty... leave my friends stranded. So many things important... I feel torn... *She tries to swallow the lump forming in her throat.* A shadow hangs on my thoughts. One day, I know I will lose this all too easily as I have lost all else. My only fear, the one dread which will crush me with the loss, is that it will be my fault, as before. God, don't let me fail... please.

*After a pause, she straightens, regaining what composure she can, and raises the candle she lit for O'Roarke.*

A tribute to the senior crew of the Griffin:
Captain Myst; for your leadership, friendship, and dedication to each individual. May you never be too deeply troubled with the loss of those for whom you care.
Commander Ivanof; for your dedication, encouragement, and wisdom. May we always retain your insight.
Lieutenant Commander Daem; for your counseling, your desire to help, and new ground of reliability. May your command career be smooth and dignified.
Lieutenant Travin; for your strength, and protection. Without you, we may never feel as safe. May you always be our shield.
Lieutenant Freeman; for your addition among us, and continued company and efficiency within our ranks. May you feel accepted and never without friend.
Lieutenant Moyer; for your caring ear, the time you take to heal us, and your reverence for the late O'Roarke. Our wounds may never return.
Lieutenant Krasinski; for your knowledge and promotion. May you always gain success and further knowledge.

*She pauses, taking a slow breath.*

And to Lieutenant McInnis; our backbone, our engineer--ingenious... a dear friend. I will always remember you, your willingness to let me work with you, and that precious thing you restored to me for a short time. Leaving is impermissible.

*Ryan returns the candle to the coffee table. It burns the brightest, placed among several other candles, and she watches them intently now as she speaks.*

Here is hope for another year of adventure and good company.

*She solemnly pauses one last time, transferring her gaze to the stars.*

May I never betray you, Griffin ...

*End Log.*

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Lt. Travin

{Lieutenant Travin's Personal Log}

Stardate 55656.8
Personal Note: One Year Anniversary of the USS Griffin's launch

(translated from Klingon)

It is strange to think that a year has passed since I first joined the USS Griffin as chief of security. I can recall my feelings of alternating worry and confidence with great clarity; little time seems to have gone by. Our missions have followed one another rapidly with little pause for reflection. Trosk told me of the importance of reflection. Without it, experiences pass us by without understanding. We learn nothing.

So on this occasion of a year's passing, I will reflect. And I know already on what.

Guhl Olmeck. A guest on our first mission. Dead within mere days of his arrival. It was judged to be a highly unusual incident, one that could not have been prevented through reasonable security measures. It was of little comfort to me then. It is of little comfort to me now. I learned more about Guhl Olmeck after his death than I had known while he was still alive. He was clearly focused on developing holograms for military purposes, but he seemed to take great personal interest in accounts of personal growth in holograms. He had an extensive family, including three young children.

Tyl-Rowh-Brawr. I had only known him in passing when he was teaching while I used the gymnasium equipment. His physical strength was obvious to even the casual observer. But the depth of compassion and bravery... I never would have guessed. Many of our civilians owe their lives to him. There are few more noble deaths than perishing while saving others. But that burden should not fall to civilians.

Lieutenant Marina O'Roarke. Is there no one I knew better in life than in death? She died as well as Brawr, going far beyond duty's call. Someone with such courage should have been my friend. Our families became friendly through the exchange of pork recipes once the initial misunderstanding was cleared up. I had wanted to speak to her about that strange happy accident. We should have been friends. But had I been asked to speak at her memorial service, I could have said little that did not relate to the events of her death. I could recommend her for a posthumous honor based on that, but nothing more.

What insight can I gain from these losses? Have these deaths made me more prepared for future catastrophes? I feel I have learned little but that I have failed in my duties in keeping this ship secure. I can only wonder if my continued presence here is doing more harm than good.

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Lt. Freeman

Personal Log, Stardate 55656.8

Well, I've been here on the Griffin for a few months now... and I have admit, they have been some of the loneliest months of my life. People here... well people here have a lot of personal problems. It's honestly surprises me that Starfleet Medical keeps this ship on the line.

I honestly do not understand why somebody would choose to serve on the front line of the Federation's defensive and exploratory force with such intense personal problems. I know that it's none of my business, but as the Chief Operations Officer, I have seen many of the crews profiles and unfortunately, psychological profiles.

I've read about McInnis's fixation with his uncle, it seems to have pushed him to the, or past emotional breaking point. I've heard rumors he wants to quit or transfer, and from what I've seen, I can't help but wonder if that is what would be best for him. What I don't understand, but have tried to for years is why some people just hate themselves as they are. I've read text after text, heard lecture after lecture, and none really answer the question. Take McInnis for example... he does excellent work, but no matter how good it is, it always has to be better than his Uncle Scott's. Heroes are heroes for a reason... mortal man isn't meant to, or never will be able to match the standards set by those.

Emotional problems abound... poor Lieutenant Commander Sable seems to be hiding a sea of raw emotions under her calm exterior. Seems to be an underlying and perverse sense of inadequacy and self blame below. I've read her profile too, as well as everyone else's, and it seems she had a decent career... good enough to make Lieutenant Commander for some reason, but a few setbacks, and it seems she's consigned herself to doom. Obviously there were some strange goings on in her past... just seems she carries them everyplace she goes.

Maybe I should never have read the profiles. I had hoped that maybe they would give me a better grasp of this crew, so I might hopefully befriend them someday. However, it seems everyone is too fixated on their own self misery or problems to take notice of anyone else.

The captain, in my opinion has done a rather good job on this ship. She might be a tad too personal with the crew, but I understand that it can and does happen, and I'm no exemption. Captain Myst is dedicated to this ship and crew and rightly so. I'm glad I have the chance to serve here, I might glean some insight into myself that I have missed previously.

This ship... the Griffin is a fine ship. I understand she recently underwent a dry dock overhaul and upgrade. The new engines were most interesting, using designs only theorized by drive engineers at MIT... I bet it thrills them to see that they work as well as dreamed. I would have like to met the species responsible for them... although I have heard overtones and rumors that I really would rather pass on it. I bet that mission was hell for Sable...

So here I am, on the Griffin. I'm surrounded by a good ship, and a good crew, but just that. People to fixated on something else from what I have seen, to pay attention to the man or woman beside them. The ship is reliable, although from the exercises with the Prometheus, the newer engines are still having some teething trouble.

I think it's been a hard ten years for Starfleet. I was there during the first and second Borg incursions, the Dominion war, and now the resulting mayhem from the aftermath. We've all lost a lot... but it's not what we lost, but what we still have. It's important we realize that. I know it would have been so easy to give up after the Lydia Sutherland was destroyed, or when the Breen incinerated half the Ambassador's away team. But we all carried on...

Performance reviews came and passed, but I missed out. Probably didn't have enough time on this ship to warrant promotion. Maybe next year... I have time. I'm thirty three and just a Lieutenant. Surrounded by children.... *laughs loudly* Children or not, I supposed they earned it.... I just hope they appreciate what they have. It's incredible how young the fleet is now. Before the war, average ages were higher... I fit in. Now I seem just a little out of place.

I wonder why I was transferred from the Ambassador. Maybe as an opportunity to advance, to gain new knowledge and friends. I'd like to hope so. Ambassador might have been older, but she was a good home. But, the Griffin is a good home too... I just need to become part of the family. I'm going to work on that though...

I'm not sure what else to say here computer... this anniversary must mean a great deal more to those that have been here. For me, it just seems to be a slightly better day in a string of good ones. I'm glad I can have a chance to be a part of this team... I just hope that I start fitting in soon. I'm going to stop and chat up the next person I find in Ten Forward... I'm just not sure who it's going to be yet. Whoever it is better be ready to talk! *chuckles*

Anyhow, that's about all I have to say for now. *Dramatically in a 1930's radioman's tone of voice* This is Gordon Freeman, signing off until next time. Computer, Cease Log.

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Lt.J.G. McInnis

Scott sat quietly at his perfectly organized desk to begin his Anniversary log. He quietly set about cleaning his quarters and trying to relax before doing so. What an impossible task that has been in the last few months... relaxing, almost impossible but now he was all but being forced onto leave. Though we wasn't complaining, but before letting his mind wander to far he began his log.

"Computer, begin Log..."

The computer chimed in it's response of having begun. Scott moved to lay down on his bed and look up at the Engine Schematics he had plastered on the ceiling to let his mind fade off into doing work so his heart could do the talking.

"A year and eight months ago I began my tenure on the Griffin. No I didn't start with it being on the ship, I started with being on the consulting team for her refits. I didn't know then until I had finished cleaning Jeffries tube eight about a month before she was to leave home to go out on her first date that she would be doing so with myself as her Chief Engineer. That month had been hell on me. The griffin went from being A ship to being my ship, and it's not to say I don't put 100% of my effort into everything I do, but to be Chief Engineer meant everything, every nut, every spanner, every experimental part, everything had to be not only be up to Starfleet specs, but up to my specs. I remember the look of the Engine Core team when I told them the entire core needed to be dismantled because the containment canister was misaligned .004 microns. Well within Starfleet regs, but not mine. The look went from disbelief to hardened determination to get it done when I showed them the computations I made about the efficiency change it would have on impulse power..."

"Computer pause Log."

Again she chimed her acknowledgement.

Scott stared at the ceiling for a moment and sighed.

"Why do I turn everything into a project? Can't I just let go and talk once in a while without bringing Engineering into it?..."

He thought for a moment more then shook his head.

"Not if I want to be true to myself no... I can try to be normal, even talk the talk, but it isn't who I am. I have known this since Starfleet Academy and the project, they told me this would come up. I might as well just accept it."

He stared off at the Engine schematics again so one part of his brain was busy while another worked on the task roster for Engineering and another what he was going to do with Tori on his leave and what things about shop they could talk, while the last section worked on his log.

"Computer, resume log."

Again she answered him promptly.

"Let's be blunt, and to the point. I am Engineering. It is who and what I am, I was designed for it, I eat, drink, breath and live it and it's what makes me happy. That's why only Sable and Tori can talk to me half the time, and the Commander and I butt heads... The two ladies know their stuff and can interface with me on that level, and the Commander is wasting away his god given talent to sit in a chair and point and order his life away. How can someone who loves flying so much, watch someone else do it worse than they could. I just don't get it. There it is, the issue of my existence... I just don't get it..."

Scott thought a moment before continuing.

"Alright, my words on the rest of the staff, should be easy enough and get my point across."

"Captain Myst; I tell ya if her and Tori were not split at birth I would be in a hell of a lot of trouble on this ship. I think one got the daring and the other got the gall, but I am not sure which got which yet. She runs a decent ship. Not as tight as I would like but it's not my job and I can't do it for her, so as long as she treats the Griffin with as much respect as she has so far, I can respect her. I may even like her, at some point...

Commander Ivanof; I wish you would use the gifts god gave you. You have too much talent to be confined to the First Officer chair much longer. Someday we'll see you change seats. Either to Con as a demotion or Captain as a Promotion but you aren't designed for paperwork lackey for the Captain so I hope you get what you deserve at some point. And thanks for the Foosball Table, it came just in time to save my sanity...

Lieutenant Commander Daem; I don't deal well with someone who has been trained to know me better than I do. It gives them an unfair advantage when you talk to them and it isn't right. This is gonna take time to get used to, especially when she is right...

Lieutenant Travin; You do your job and you do it well. I can respect someone with that dedication.

Lieutenant Freeman; I barely know the man, but I hope he gels well. Seems a bit too tight so far, which is odd for me to say, but hey, I rarely let folks see anything but the same in myself so maybe he isn't all that bad, dunno yet...

The Entire Engineering Crew, Ensign Belieze, Ensign T'Lis, Leslie Winsor, Crewman Drixx... You guys work your tails off for me keeping this ship running. I know I am a hard act to follow and I know I can be a stickler for everything, but you do you best to live up to my standards, and it's the effort that matters. I know that I can trust and depend on you and the Griffin can trust and depend on you. That's all I will ever ask for."

He pauses one last time before the end.

"Sable... Ryan Sable. Why did I have to meet you? I mean I would have been perfectly happy living my simple Engineering life with nothing to worry about and then you came along. You are simply amazing and it annoys me that I can't stop thinking about it. You're smart, and not just book smart either, you can think on your feet. You know your job and make whatever sacrifices are asked of you. You are stubborn and hard headed when you want your way. You give a damn about folks, you never shirk your duties... yer pleasant to be around, you can talk on my level then drag me out of Engineering talk and before I realize it I am in a normal conversation. You are everything I think a Starfleet officer should be...

I can't read you and I can't talk to you, heck if I don't think about the job 100% I can't talk period around you, but the thing that bothers me the most, the thing that really gets on my nerves because I can't figure it out; why do you have to be so beautiful on top of it all..."

"Computer end log..."

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