Personal Log Stardate 40958.87

Posted on 23 Aug 2020 @ 7:50pm by Lieutenant JG Joseph Harper

"So remember what I said about relieving my trigger finger? Well, earlier today I actually got to fire the Boston's phasers for once." Joe sighs softly grabbing a bottle of single malt whiskey. He glances back after hearing his room mate Denisovich walk in. He holds up the bottle offering him a drink and the Russian ensign shakes his head. Joe shrugs and pours him self a glass, closing his closet after placing the bottle back inside.

The tall ensign walks into his bedroom and stares out the window. "It was obvious the freighter didn't like us tailing them as they refused to answer comms. This class was similar to that of the many convoys I helped protect while serving aboard the Merigold. Disabling the freighter was an easy task."

He takes a swig of his glass and shakes his head "But once we got on board for an inspection...they opened fire on us. It didn't take long to notice these guys were Starfleet undercover. Working for some Admiral Talbot." Joe finishes his glass, wincing a little then sighs.

"Corrupt brass...my father warned me about them. I didn't fully believe such people could exist in an organization like Starfleet until the recent mission." He sits down on his bed rubbing his chin which has a hint of a growing beard.

"If I ever reach the top of the chain...I will /not/ become one of them. Computer end log..."