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Captains Log: Stardate 60121. It has been just a day since the Lorean Conflict and we are now heading for home for much needed repairs. I don't presume any thing else, so I have ordered extend times off for the crew except for the necessary personnel. Now with us safely on our way to Earth I must turn my attention to something else. End Log. "Lieutenant Harris. You have the Bridge. I will be in my Ready Room," Devore said after heavily pondering what he must do. "Yes Sir," Harris said taking the con. In his ready room, Devore sat rubbing his neck, still tender to the touch after he was thrown across the Bridge during the attack. He continued to contemplate the duty that he must perform. However he did want to acknowledge the fantastic job that the crew of the Leviathan did against the Loreans. He also knew that he would have to answer for the battle. Devore silently and solemnly picked up his PADD. "Begin recording!" Devore said finally after holding it for a minute. "After a very strenuous battle with the Loreans, the Leviathan is now without numerous members of the all ready short crew. It is my decision that we return to Earth at maximum warp. However, I hereby acknowledge the outstanding actions of the crew and recommend the following personnel for commendations:
"On the same token, as commanding officer of the Leviathan, I must perform the one duty that is the most ill-fated duty that a Captain must perform- the notification of one's family of the death of their son or daughter. So I would like to forward my personal condolences to the families of the following personnel of whose heroic efforts against the unprovoked attack by the Loreans secured the safety of the Leviathan and her crew.
"My sincerest regrets goes out with this letter, and to the families of all crew members who lost their life during the conflict. End Letter. End Recording." Devore sat the PADD down and buried his face in his hands and softly cried. His first command not more than 1 week out and has all ready sent 2 crew members to their deaths. The door bell went off and immediately Devore straightened up. He sniffed whatever was draining from his nose back in and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. As a kid that was always a habit that his parents could never break him of, "Enter." Through the door Dr. Clairidge came in and immediately noticed the Captain's state of mind. "Mark, what is the matter?" She said coming around and began to massage his shoulders. He flinched at her touch. "Oh! I am sorry. I forgot." "That okay, Barbara. I don't know why I am feeling this way. I am writing these death notification letters to StarFleet and well......... Look, I am Captain of the this ship and deaths are going to happen but why am I so remorse about these two?" "Mark, if you didn't, then you wouldn't be human. Yes, you are Commander of the vessel, but if you didn't feel that about other life, then I would have to pull you from command and order you to have a thorough psychological exam." "Let me guess under the UFP Regs right." "That is right!" He smiled. "Hey, why are you are doing that?" He said questioning why she was massaging his shoulders. She couldn't say nothing, but pull her hands away and sort of blushed. Dr. Clairidge smiled demurely and hid it from Devore. "Um. Well... I... That is what I do to all my patients when I do house calls," She said heading for the door. "Barbara, " Devore said causing her to break stride and turn around. "What was it that you needed?" "Uh.. nothing!" She said turning for the door quickly. With a whisp of the door, she was gone. Devore sat back in his chair and smiled. "Computer. At present speed and course, how long till we reach Earth?" <At Warp 20, the Leviathan will reach Earth in approximately 3 hours.> *Good! Just enough time for me to take a nap.* "Computer, Dim Lights and Lock Door." |
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