Personal Log: Daniel Daniels

Posted on Wed Oct 26th, 2011 @ 5:33pm by Ensign Daniel Daniels

375 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: Ensign Daniels' quarters.

Stardate: 66424.91

I've been awake now, for 79 hours. It's finally time for bed. Doctor Donovan is leading the SCIS team, in it's investigation into the explosion, on the planet below.

I have no idea how well her leadership skills are, but now's as good a test as any. I'm not sure how some of the Ensigns on the SCIS team will feel though, about following the orders of a non-commissioned field marshal. Regardless, it's not my job to do anything but sign paperwork for the SCIS team anymore.

They're sending us a new Security Chief, I'm told. I submitted my preliminary report to Captain York not long ago, and wrote it down, for the Sector Commanding Officer of Security, as per regulations. They were expecting Kyt to be trouble, believe it or not. Apparently a replacement has been only about two days travel away, for a month now.

That's confidence, for you. Though, I suppose it makes sense. In a way. Hell, my own psychological profile of Kyt says it makes sense. Effective, yet on the edge of breaking.

I'm not sure what to think of the crew roster file for this woman. Never have been fond of someone rooting around in my mind. I'm glad the Captain doesn't do it. She apparently knows Doctor Donovan. That's good. Donovan's been here 9 weeks, and I've yet to see a single person try and make friends with her. She's cold. Distant.

Got a subspace letter from Danielle today. Same boring stuff. She never has these kind of things happen to her. Instead, she just gets fired from the simplest of jobs, and mum and dad bail her out, every time. This time, she set a restaurant on fire, during dinner rush, while the Klingon, Bolian, and Romulan ambassadors were dining there. Needless to say, there's an SCIS investigation open with her name on it. She doesn't know it, but I do. That's just how SCIS works.

I don't know what to think about Kyt blowing up a building, with herself inside. It seems so...

...tiring. That's what it is. I'm tired. Can't think straight. Can't make sense of anything...

...

...so tired...

...*yawn*...

**34 minutes of snoring later**

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