Personal Letters Log, Ensign K'Rosu: Stardate 41423.1

Posted on 03 Jun 2021 @ 10:23pm by Ensign K'Rosu

“Personal log, stardate 41422.8…“

“Busy day… First I was in charge of the deflector calibration, first thing in the morning. After that, Iwas back on repair duty, going around doing maintenance and answering reply requests. Then later on, I was going over a flood of data from several shuttles on mission, and one’s collectors overheated, up to over 2500C… Everyone lived, so...That’s nice… Another shuttle went to assist that one, and both ended up damaged, so I’ve been working on figuring out why, and just how badly damaged the two are… Anyway, it’s another 15 hour work day, I want to get another 12 at least tomorrow, so I’ll keep this short.”

“It’s...Exhausting, honestly… I wish I could take more personal time, but…” He sighs heavily, and the sound of him plopping down onto his bed is heard. “I’m a weapons designer in a federation that avoids combat, if at all possible… If I’m going to do anything worth noting, I have to put in that extra work… I guess I got lucky… With the whole proton weapon thing, when I first got here. I work on my personal designs, sure, but it’s not like it’s groundbreaking. I manage to make a rifle 15% stronger with a half kilo weight increase, the big ones work out a photonic detonator that can blow a meter tall hole through 10 centimeter duranium...“

There’s a loud sigh.

“It’s frustrating… I do love it here, but... Damn it! I knew what I was getting into, everyone told me, I said I’d be fine, that I understood!” He groans in annoyance, and stands back up. “And why am I so damn… Annoyed?! Pent up?! I’ve been through worse, so what’s wrong now?!” He stops, and takes several deep, metered breaths. “Maybe I’m just getting myself all worked up... It’s just… I want to design weapons against some...Enemy, some problem, some… Thing, but that means people’d be in danger, and I don’t want that… I’ve thought about trying to change specializations, but...No. This is my passion, and if someone like me’s needed, then I don’t want to be less than my best. I just need to keep working...Keep my mind off things, a-and… Show people I’m good at things, even when I’m not making weapons… C-computer, end log please…”

Letters: Stardate 41423.1

Dear Mom,

It’s been...About half a year, I’ve been on the Boston now. Honestly, if I got an offer to transfer to the Enterprise now, I’d decline. Really it’s a great ship… I’ve been enjoying the letters we’ve all been doing, it was a good idea. I think this makes… 85? Maybe more? And thats just you and me, I’ve been writing dad plenty too. Sorry I wasn’t able to make it to P’Jem, the Boston was, well, not there… I’ve been keeping busy, 10-15 hour shifts if I can do it. Don’t worry, I’m making sure I sleep enough, though I think my guitar playing has suffered a little, sorry…

I guess you got the request for my gene study by now, they said something about abnormalities, but the scan was during a pretty long, coffee fueled shift, so it’s probably nothing to worry about. You know, I’m thinking about trying what Counselor E’dan suggested that one time, using the holodeck to get the fighting out of me, instead of trying to ignore it, but… I can’t help but think I’ll just get back like I used to be on Earth…

I think I understand now what you said one time, about having two families. Honestly, I was a little confused, maybe angry back then when you said it, but… It makes sense. There’s an engineer here, a Lieutenant who’s been helping me. I guess he’s like a big brother to me now, even though his moustache could...Use some work.

Anyway, early start tomorrow, I’m back on repair jobs, and there’s two out of commission shuttles, and a third that’s barely flyable.

Love you Mom!
K’Rosu
Dear Dad,

Half a year already, and it’s been busy like lunch rush on first contact day!
Today, it was deflector calibration, repair duty, then manning a console on the bridge during shuttle missions. At least three of them need repairs now, but I promise it wasn’t my fault! Regardless, I’ll be trying to get them fixed as soon as possible, I’m really trying to prove I’m good at more than weapons design, but I do wish I could officially do more of that.

There’s a klingon aboard now, a counselor, though I’m pretty sure she’s temporary. It’s nice though, I sort of feel like I can relax around a klingon, talk to her about, well, not-federation ideal stuff. Hunting, fighting, good food… I should keep this short, I have another long day tomorrow, but I promise the next time we stop by earth I’ll bring some of my crewmates by the restaurant. A couple eat klingon food, so you better be on your game!

Love you,
K’Rosu

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