Star Trek Constellation: A House Divided Part II

Captain’s Log Supplemental

Stardate: 47423.1 (June 4, 2370)

The party was very lovely, before Storyteller came in and turned the hologram off. Of course a part of me realized that this was all some sort of facade, how could I not? There were no emotions or mental presence from these people, from the moment I stepped off of the transporter deck. It seemed like something to just go along with. Even if nothing that peaceful can last forever.

Being stunned by Commander Faren was certainly an uncomfortable experience. Although from what I gather, he believed that I had shot him in the back with a phaser previously. Quite curious...

The situation turned out to be even more strange than expected. Apparently having been split into two from a sabotaged transporter incident, my other self had run rampant aboard the station and made a bit of a mess with the crew and civilians. When we confronted her, I could sense immediately that the pieces were missing from each of us. With no other options, she gave in to my influence and we were taken back to the ship to be reunited.

Star Trek Constellation: A House Divided Part I

Captain’s Log

Stardate: 47423.1 (June 4, 2370)

“A House Divided”

While Commander Faren is taking a well deserved vacation on Risa. The rest of us are stocking up on supplies and handling a few housekeeping tasks around the ship. We continue to work on cracking the Preserver database, though make little progress and nothing of significance to tell of this ongoing project yet, other than the teamwork between myself and Storyteller has reached something of a comfortable understanding. The Naoian is not a subtle creature. I find this directness a refreshing change after my particular career history.

The Exchange Doctor and Lt. Livingston are considerably more productive on their investigation into the chronoton radiation event, they propose that we were hit with a weapons grade blast, especially effective at bypassing traditional shielding. I had a hunch that perhaps the shot was aimed at the Preserver ship that we first encountered in the Alkaid system, however computer projections negated this theory. In any event, neither of our long term goals have been resolved as of yet.

The latest mission is a simple resupply run. We heading toward the Mirai Station, a civil scientific research outpost near the Cardassian Demilitarized Zone. A joke running among the crew is that we should jettison the supplies toward the station and warp out to prevents ourselves from being involved in any unexpected shenanigans. I may have followed this course of action in the spirit of allowing myself some leeway to surprise the crew, however a request for introductions was made by the station's holodeck specialist, it seems that Storyteller has a fan.

Leaving the ship in Ensign Ekot’s capable hands, a selection of crew and myself left to stretch our legs on the station. While it is true that I picked the same people that have had a number of recent away missions, I intended to task Commander Faren with the oversight of the supply transfer, and the rest of us to get a day’s relaxation. Lt Kehla in particular seems to need some time away from the overly Federation environment that she resides in. And I am just looking forward to possibly picking up a new outfit at the station, it is always interesting to see what trendy fashion springs up on these places of cultural mixing.

...after arriving at the station, I am afraid that not all is as it should be. The scientists here are up to something, there are signs of Romulan and Cardassian alliance that can only mean an attempt to use this place as a foothold into the Federation territory. I am investigating this matter with considerable urgency. Although some of my own crew has failed to rise to the expectations that I have for them, the disappointment must be put aside for the greater purpose. I will deal with those who have mutinied against me once I have stabilized the situation.

Star Trek Constellation: Air and Darkness

Captain’s Log

Stardate: 47360.8 (May 12, 2370)

“Air and Darkness”

My attention is initially torn between the new orders we have received, and a brief and vague personal message sent by my husband, Ephraim. He wishes to speak with me regarding our son, Anden, though he did not give any more details. I suspect all is not well between them. I can’t speculate as to the cause of the strife, as I do not have a complete information profile collected on my son, I perhaps optimistically thought that I would not need to keep tabs on him in quite the same way I would a person of interest.

Regardless, there are other matters that need attending to. Our third mission involving the self proclaimed Preservers. One need not be Betazoid to sense the personal frustration that my crew is beginning to feel towards this particular species. I’ve made some small amount of progress on digging more data out of the recovered Preserver database, but nothing of note yet. This time, we are sent to Kappa Omicron C to observe and report on a possible Human civilization that was left behind in one of the Preservers signature actions of relocating peoples.

Upon arrival a strange ability has seemingly frozen the majority of my crew in a moment of time. Only Faren, Kehla, Storyteller and myself seemed to be free to move about as normal. This is seemingly due to the efforts of Ozwin, a human native of the planet, who considers us to be part of an otherworldly people. He wishes us to confront the person presumed responsible for the ships condition, the Witch Queen.

After setting automated instructions for the ship’s computer to follow, we begin the investigation on the surface. Though the more we uncover, the more I am suspicious of our benefactor, Ozwin.

On a personal note, I should have a discussion with my First Officer regarding the control of this mission. It was my initial intention to allow him to lead the team, until unforeseen circumstance has rather prompted my maintaining command.

Captain’s Log Supplemental

Stardate: 47360.8 (May 12, 2370)

I am Riale Chai, Lady of the Tenth House and Sion of Cyndriel. Imaging me saying this to a child of merely 18 years. Answering her challenge as if this was some kind of grand destiny. I certainly must be getting eccentric at my age. The incident of fantasy adventure concluded relatively without trouble. Storyteller, I found out later, was the cause of my not being blasted to a crisp by a lightning bolt called from previously mentioned teenagers ire.

Our initial directive was to observe the culture of this world, suspected of being established by the Preservers. We certainly managed to gather a number of first person accounts to tell. The references to ‘magic’ as an amplified psionic ability may peek the interests of some of Starfleet's scientists, but I stand by my official recommendation to quarantine this planet for at least 100 years. As it needs to reestablish itself without the use of these additional psionic partnerships with the local insectoid life. A shame truly, that I was not able to get documentation in more detail of the four-winged ‘dragon’ that I witness in the moonlight.

On a more personal nature, the opportunity to pass leadership to Commander Faren was denied to us both as the frozen in time effect got to him inconveniently. Furthermore, the combat action that Lt. Kehla engaged in on my order should be noted in her file, as I do recommend a special commendation for taking wounds in the line of duty.