It’s been one of those trips where everything seems to go wrong. Granted, there are only two other people in the entire expedition that are used to roughing it to this extreme, so there are bound to be some speed bumps along the way.
We’re going to get cut off from home AGAIN. It should only be for a few days they say, but that’s assuming that they can translate Orden’s notes on the how the GTM communication system works and then successfully replicate it using a starship, a sun, and a main deflector dish. I’m not gonna hold my breath.
I’m a father. No, Emily didn’t have a baby. Apparently a one night stand in my past has yielded a child. Ripley Orden. Stop laughing. Take into account that Ripley knows this also and seems to have some sort of mad on about it. But, I can hardly blame her I guess, I’m not exactly daddy material. This begs the question, can I be? Emily wants to have a family, the main motivation behind me finally retiring. This naturally means the hope of children, if that’s even remotely possible from a medical stand point. I’d like to think I could learn to be a good father.
Ring was put in charge of a Jump Mission. That went to hell. Four dead. Star Fleet felt that they should take an active hand in running the operations here. They have since decided that they might not be fully aware of the situation and thus have agreed to stop making stupid decisions and let me be in command again. Fucktards. Now Ring is back to being a yellow shirt and helping the Mina coordinate the refugee operations in Ocean Grove.
Sim is in the brig. He apparently kidnapped Darwin from the hospital to drag her on a Jump Mission. I told him to go back and get her, I’m thinking my orders were not clear enough. Rieux tells me that she was under his care and suffering from some sort of anxiety disorder. Nurse Barton said in her statement to Tezeno that she was responding to a buzzer call from Darwin’s room. She heard a pulse pistol go off, and when she arrived Dr. Sim was half carrying Darwin out of the room. When they arrived back on Tula Darwin got sick, but I talked her into helping the team out. Then I left her there with the Tula while we went to regroup so that she could explain our situation to them. Best decision based on the limited information I had. Terrible decision based on the whole story. When Darwin brought me up to speed I told her to tell Tezeno and file a report. I think I know what was going on in Sim’s head based on his service record and recent rumor mill activity, but that’s neither her nor there.
Bishop 1.0 is sentient. He crossed the Red Line. Bishop 2.0 is doing fine, since a hard reset will do that to you. 2.0 has orders not to go through the GTM active, since the alien program that caused this event in the first place might try to come along for a visit again. 1.0 is currently installed in the Pillars on Mina, and unless I can get clearance from Star Fleet for him to come back home with us, that’s very likely where he’s going to stay.
Tezeno is upset with Stebbins for some shenanigans that apparently, in her words, “Are the root of every single problem we have right now.” I think she was emotional when she said it. She almost threw a PADD, but I gave her a wine bottle instead. She had the good sense not to throw that, instead opting to leave and drink it. Well, I presume she’ll drink it.
Ok, time for me to make the hard decision. Pull the Jump Team and conduct all the future Jump Missions with a squad of Marines. These people aren’t really cut out for this sort of thing. I’ll hand Stebbins the job of handling the Marine command when I’m on Jump Missions, that will let Greer keep doing his job and the marines will have some continuity.
It’s easy. All we have to do is find the GTM that is in our galaxy. Find the refugees and return the Star Fleet personnel. Not get everyone killed. Then overcome the GTM’s issues on P3-4797, the lock out, and then Jump home. Cake.
I could really use a good fuck.