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Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« on: December 25, 2016, 11:35:40 pm »
[Crew Quarters]

"Computer, begin personal log."

Ian was lounging on the couch in his room in his cadet uniform with an enormous smile on his face.

"I've just received the best bloody news ever and am so chuffed, I'm not sure there enough words in Federation Standard ta say all I have ta say.

"First off, the Exec called me into a meetin' of the seniors regardin' an encounter with a USS Tempest from a timeline where our ship crashed in the past. Fer my first chance ta interact with the seniors, I have ta say I don't rightly know what ta say. Fer experienced officers, they took ta bickerin' like one of Grand's quiltin' bees over what ta do. Half were hell bent ta save our ship and timeline, the other half just as hell bent ta save the timeline of the others. It got so heated that even I got ta have some input tryin' ta shoot down some bollocks regardin' a bloody predestination paradox.

"Despite all that wiffordil, after the meetin', the Exec actually had me take over as helmsman on the main bridge! Imagine that? Me, a cadet pilotin' a Galaxy-Class explorer. I even got ta maneuver fer battle when the alternate Tempest fired on us ta keep us from collapsin' their timeline. There was another row on what ta do next when a ship from the bloody future Temporal Investigations branch showed up and dragged the other Tempest back ta wherever the hell the damn thing needed ta be.

"However, the best part of the day, despite all that I already mentioned, is that I got my results from my Starfleet finals, and I am now an Ensign! There's goin' ta be a ceremony later ta make it official, but I've done it! After all the heartbreak from Gaffer when I chose Starfleet over the company, I've taken the first step towards the center seat that is my ultimate goal. Maker knows how long that will take, but I am now actually on my way."

Ian paused and took a deep breath before continuing as he had spoken almost with a break once he started talking.

"I guess that's enough for a first entry, but I just couldn't hold today's events in any longer. I'm still not certain I believe it all myself, and I was there, but it happened, and now it's part of the ship's log."

Ian leaned back with the same beaming smile he'd had on his face since leaving the bridge, but couldn't think of anything else to add that didn't sound either egotistical or repetitious, so he simply added.

"Computer. End log."

Ian then stood and headed for Ten Forward.

"Now ta celebrate!"
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Re: Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« Reply #1 on: February 02, 2017, 05:20:27 pm »
[Crew Quarters]

Ian stood at the window to his quarters and looked out at the stars streaking by as the Tempest was at warp to its next destination. He was wearing the standard Starfleet gray uniform with red stripes along with one solid pip and one hollow pip on his collar. He had a grin on his face that threatened to split his face in half as he admired himself in the mirror.

"Computer, personal log stardate 71278.8. What an amazin' time its been and I'm nae sure I can contain how I feel without sayin' summat ta someone, even if that someone is just me. In the space of just a few short days. I've graduated the academy, been assigned as chief of flight operations, and been promoted to lieutenant junior grade. I think I now ken what a warp core feels like when it's about ta breech as the pride and happiness I feel is so near ta makin' me burst that I might believe it's possible ta die of pure joy."

Ian paused and a cloud passed over his face before he continued.

"Not that Gaffer would see it the same way. Gammer would be proud so would my brothers and sisters, but no one defies the Gaffer and gets ta enjoy the experience. If there is a more stubborn man in the Alpha Quadrant, I have nae met him and nae want that experience. I'm no even sure he cares so much that I joined Starfleet or if'n I'd painted myself blue as a Pict and put on a pink tutu ta dance in the circus. He'd be just as mad because I didn't do what he wanted me ta do. I truly do have a passion for electronic circuitry and I thought long and hard before I chose flight ops over engineerin', but I never saw bein' in the family business as the way forward fer me. Sure'n that Metadyne Electronics would have made a fine life, but just nae fer me. Gaffer has always had a towerin' vision fer his kin and a place fer each of us within the growin' juggernaut he's planned and that was it. There was nae ta discuss, we were ta be the fawnin' and loyal minions that took his creation ta whatever level he figured we could manage. The thought that we might have desires of our own never entered into his mind, how would it be possible ta want ta do something else? Then along comes little old Ian's dream ta move beyond the confines of his will and legacy. There was no good end possible with that I could-"

Ian stopped speaking and took a deep breath before continuing.

"Nae Lad, this entry tis about me and my achievements, I'll not sully them with rehashin' that holodrama. I Ian Nathaniel Galloway am a lieutenant, sure there's a junior grade after that, but tis still a lieutenant and twas summat I earned and nae handed ta me. Just two and half more pips ta go and I'll be the one sittin' in the center seat and makin' the decisions. 

"Speakin' of decisions, I can't say what happened with the Tzenkethi is sittin' well with anyone. We got out maneuvered and made ta look the merry fool by a second rate power that nae should have been able ta do what they did. One has ta wonder if'n they had an inside man or outside assistance. They sure seemed ta know way too much about our mission and had far too many ships on hand fer what happened ta be just luck. I'd no be thinkin' anyone in Starfleet would turn his coat, so I'd place my money on that bloody starbase. Lot's of civilians and travelers passin' through a place like that and that makes it all too easy fer someone workin' fer someone else ta get aboard. Regardless of how my first mission as an ensign ended, I did my part well and next time we'll put a braw dent in those Tzenkethi wanker's bonnet fer sure."

Stopping again, Ian pondered if he had anything else to add, before shrugging and starting to speak again.

"One last item. I'm a bloody LIEUTENANT! End log."


« Last Edit: February 26, 2017, 04:16:15 pm by Ian Galloway »

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Re: Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« Reply #2 on: February 26, 2017, 04:35:55 pm »
[Bridge via subvocalized entry]

Ian was sitting at the conn station of the USS Tempest as the ship faced its Mirror version waiting for the Away Team to return with the captain.

"Computer. Star Date 71298.4. Open personal log. The rescue mission for Captain Rellek is under way. However, this entry is not about the situation the ship is in, but is about Commander Waring. This entry is extremely painful fer me because of the debt of gratitude I feel toward him in takin' the time ta promote me on the battle bridge three months ago. My....issue is the behavior he's manifested twice when in battle that concerns me. He's shown an alarmin' level of bloodthirsty behavior that is way out of line fer a Starfleet officer.

"When we are disengaged from threat, he's a charmin', kind, and thoughtful man, but when the red alert sounds, he changes and, with me bein' such a junior officer, I don't know what ta do. I've seen the captain dress him down fer his aggression, so I know she knows he's got this side ta him, but as she's the one who was kidnapped, this time, she hasn't seen it as a pattern. Pray ta the Maker that the Away Team succeeds as I believe I am goin' ta have ta mention the instability ta her once she's back aboard. Computer. End Log."


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Re: Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« Reply #3 on: March 06, 2017, 01:10:15 am »
[Crew Quarters]

Ian sat in his quarters, a bottle of single malt and a lone glass on the table as he leaned back with his tunic off, sipping his drink with great relish.

"Computer, open personal log."

He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts before starting to speak.

"We are en route to Deep Space Four and some conference or summat about the bloody Tzenkethi. I have my opinions about that lot of wankers, but I will keep this log professional because this log is supposed ta be an official record of my time aboard the Tempest.

"About the only thing I can say about the bleedin' Tzenkethi is that they aren't the Tempest, which considerin' I've been in three ship ta ship engagements and two of those have been against my own ship, or at least a version of it.

"I have so far decided not ta talk ta the captain about my concerns about Commander Waring. I just have ta hope the Maker sees fit ta not make another incident be a disaster and that goin' ta the captain ta be moot.

"Be that as all that may, I am still perfectin' my craft and revelin' in bein' the chief flight operations officer of a Galaxy-Class starship. I guess we will see what will be as we make our way forward durin' our mission."

Ian stopped and pondered for a moment and added,

"Computer. End log."

He then took a deep swig of his drink and sighed.

"Maker that's good scotch."
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Re: Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« Reply #4 on: March 17, 2017, 12:17:38 am »
[Bridge via subvocalized entry]

"Flight Operations Officer's personal log. While en route ta a conference about the bloody Tzenkethi, we have had ta respond ta a liner in distress. As we arrived, we found the ship is owned by some wanker Ferengi that was spineless enough ta abandon ship without even tryin' ta look after his customers. The Tempest is currently at station keepin' just outside the event horizon of some anomaly of some sort. We have an Away Team about ta transport over ta the liner ta see if'n it's possible ta rescue the passengers.

"It is difficult fer me ta imagine a more contemptible lot of gits than the Ferengi and I find myself wonderin' if'n we should rescue the passengers and then beam the owners back over ta their ship and let the rift just swallow them.

"All I can say is I'm glad that when Ambassador Picard discovered the meta-genome, that the Ferengi were not related ta humanity. It doesn't make them any less of the loathsome little trolls that they are, but knowin' they aren't distant cousins provides one with at least some comfort."

Ian paused for a moment and couldn't think of anything else to and simply added.

"Computer. End log."

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Re: Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« Reply #5 on: April 03, 2017, 06:01:54 pm »
[Crew Quarters]

"Computer. Open personal Log. Stardate 71440.4."

The image is of a junior officer's quarters with the wall in view adorned with personal items of a distinctly Scottish flair, and a young man lounging comfortably with his grey uniform coat off.

"Well, we actually completed a mission that didn't require us to fire on some version of our own ship for a change." Ian chuckled, then continued. "We are still en route ta a conference for the captain and first officer ta talk about the bleedin' Tzenkethi, but we got sidetracked by a Ferengi liner called the Casanova that got itself stuck in a subspace rift. The ship was little more than rattletrap pile of donkey shat because the little wankers shaved costs by ignorin' maintenance in favor of squeakin' out an extra slip of latinum.

"Even though it would have poetic justice ta see the three gits that owned the ship get sucked into the rift, like true Ferengi, they bailed out by escape pod at the first sign of trouble. We ended up havin' ta send over an Away Team ta stabilize things for a tractor, but that part was fairly trivial.

"Only thing that got interestin' was when the lead Boggit decided ta mouth off ta the captain 'cause she was female. That was nae goin' ta end well fer one blaigeard by the name of Grek, but when challenged by me and K'lizh, he backed down, which was no surprise.

"The only thing I can say about the whole thing that sticks in my craw was that little luinnseach mhor S'Murr got ta be part of the Away Team. I'm learnin' the hard way that Conn may be a faster track ta the center seat than most career paths, but it comes with the lack of justification ta be on an Away Team."

Ian's smile dropped and he sighed before continuing.

"However, center seat is the goal and if that means I'm stuck at the conn station until I pin on my fourth pip, then I guess that means my arse is goin' ta have ta get comfortable with sittin'. However, tis time ta talk to the aforementioned luinnseach mhor and perhaps live vicariously though his adventures."

Ian paused and his face scrunched up in distaste.

"Wanker."

"Computer. End Log."
 



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Re: Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« Reply #6 on: July 15, 2017, 02:17:03 pm »
[Crew Quarters]

"Computer. Open personal Log. Stardate 71546.4."

Ian took a couple deep breaths, clearly in deep thought before speaking.

"Far too much has happened since my last entry. On the positive side, I was promoted to full lieutenant. However, against that, there have been three other events that were less positive. First, S'murr transferred off the Tempest. He was far and away the closest thing ta a friend I had and I miss him more than I wish ta admit.

"Second thing. Not sure if I should call this fully negative as it ended positively. Lieutenant Lucian Azurath, the former head of security has also left the ship. He however, left less voluntarily with a mandated long term stay at a facility at the order of the ship's counselor. Seems in addition ta havin' delusions of grandeur, he was havin' issues far beyond the ability of a ship in deep space ta handle. He didn't leave in restraints, but he did have an escort. I can't say I'm sorry he's gone. One has ta wonder with as many bloody tests as Starfleet academy has ta check fer mental stability that a guy like him could slip through all those safe guards.

"Speakin' of mental stability and ship's counselors, I've had my own bout of counselin' because of what occurred in the Helaspont Nebula. Cuttin' out the bulk of the details already discussed with the counselor, we engaged with the Tzenkethi in a life or death battle that we only barely won. Part of that battle forced me ta suggest and then implement the launchin' of all our shuttles and two runabouts ta supplement our firepower." 

Ian took a sip of scotch and looked decidedly sad as he continued.

"Another part of havin' the embarked craft engaged, the part I've never admitted ta anyone but the ship's counselor was that by havin' the shuttles and runabouts in the fight, it forced the Tzenkethi ta split their fire. Great fer the Tempest, nae as good fer the shuttles. Five of them were destroyed, but fortunately, only one fatality. Again, fortunate fer the Tempest, nae so fortunate fer Petty Officer Hannah Kahn who was that fatality.

"As I was the one that suggested and gave the orders that led ta her death, the first person under my command ta die because of my decisions, I have taken Hannah's loss very hard. Writin' a letter of condolences ta her parents is currently the most difficult thing I have ever done. Would that I could say that, that would be the last of those letters I ever write, but, given the risk attached ta bein' in Starfleet, odds are virtually certain it will not be.

"The counselor helped me accept the idea of the 'greater good' and that it was my order fer everyone on the shuttles ta be in vacc suits that saved the nine others that had ta evacuate their ships, it is still Hannah's face that's haunted me.

"The most useful thing talkin' ta the counselor has provided was the concept of radical acceptance. What happened, happened. All the ragin' against the universe ta make it different will nae change what happened. All that does is make me unhappy, so by acceptin' Hannah's loss, I can make peace with her loss, but most importantly, even though I now accept what happened, acceptin' is not approval. She was young and should have had a hundred years ta live, love, and grow, but she will not.

"The universe is inherently unfair and nothing I can do ta make it be fair. I can only honor her sacrifice and know that without her doin' her duty ta the last full measure of devotion that a thousand other people aboard the Tempest, and thousands more aboard Starbase 621 would nae have their chances ta live, love, and grow."

Ian stopped talking and finished his scotch before continuing.

"And that will be the only glass tonight. Counselor made it clear you cannot drown yer problems cause the big ones know how ta bloody swim, so a single toast ta Hannah and tis time fer bed.

"Computer. End log."

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Re: Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« Reply #7 on: August 05, 2017, 10:27:37 am »
[Crew Quarters]

Ian was lounging on his bed, flopped was closer to what it looked like, and looking beyond contented. He rolled onto his back, sat up, and stretched languorously before speaking.

"Computer. Open personal log."

He sat gathering his thoughts for a moment, then continued.

"It seems that I have much ta be thankful fer these days, and who would think it would because we ran into that bloody pocket universe? I suppose I would have made the acquaintance of one Lieutenant Jessica Fellows at one point or another, but bein' tossed across the shuttlebay and injurin' my ribs was the startin' point of our relationship. That first 'date' in Ten Forward turned into many more of those and now, well now... Life is good and it is particularly good ta be me at this moment.

"In addition ta a very pleasin' personal life, I'd say my professional life is goin' about as well as can be expected. Since we shook off our hitchhiker, we've made a stop at Deep Space Nine fer repairs, and I made a tidy sum of latinum at a place called Quark's in a game called dabo.

"The Ferengi that runs the bar there is loathsome little troll like most of his kind, but he does it so well, you can't dislike him fer it. I can tell you one thing, there was a barfly there by the name of Morn that, once he got ta talkin', I didn't think I'd ever get out of there.

"And now we are back in the Gamma Quadrant pokin' around at nebulae and other things lookin' fer trouble like true Starfleet explorers, which fer me is as borin' as watchin' grass grow. I know there is interestin' things happenin' out here as we received a report that the USS Challenger got into a dust up with some Jem Hadar near the Dosi homeworld. You have got ta love the Excelsior design, almost a hundred years old, and still holdin' her own in a fight.

"Jess just left as she had duty at 0600, which leaves me plenty of time ta get ready fer my own shift. It's even early enough fer me ta get in some Flyin' Tiger time, but alone, it's just not much fun. Jess is awesome, but she isn't a pilot beyond her required minimal shuttle ratin'. Something I will have ta work on, but duty does call.

"Computer. End log."

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Re: Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« Reply #8 on: September 25, 2017, 09:25:52 pm »
[Crew Quarters]

"Computer. Open personal log."

Ian said as he slipped off his uniform tunic as he walked into his quarters and reached into a cabinet next to his bunk. He pulled out a bottle if actual single malt scotch and a single glass. He poured himself three fingers if the amber liquid, took a sip, sighed in contentment, before speaking.

"It seems ta me the Tempest should be called the bloody Temporal. Aside from the bloody Enterprise, I don't think any other ship in all of Starfleet has had more encounters with time. We have however, solved one of the greatest mysteries in space since the disappearance of Zephram Cochrane, namely, what happened to the Jem'Hadar fleet Captain Sisko got the Wormhole aliens to make disappear during Operation Return. Seems the bloody Prophets dumped them here in the year 2395.

"We tangled with three of their space bugs and a cruiser, defeatin' all of them I might add, before we could convince their First and their Vorta that the war was over. Question is, what will a fleet on 2,800 ships do in this timeline? It would be nice if'n we could get Sisko ta make them disappear again."

Ian paused to take another sip of his scotch before he continued.

"As fer me personal life, Jess is amazin'. Not really sure I can put how I feel into words, because I've never met a lass like her. She's even taken a shine ta the P-40! I can't say I believe in kismet, fate, or devine intervention, but it has always haunted me that if'n I hadn't been injured when the shuttle Vortex hadn't exploded, given the size of a Galaxy-Class starship, I might never have met her. Call or whatever you want ta call it, we did meet and I'm a bloody happy man."

Ian tossed back his scotch and sighed again as he savored the warmth spreading through him.

"We are heading to the nearest starbase fer some repairs caused durin' some rather brilliant atmospheric maneuvers I pushed the Tempest ta perform. Unfortunately, those maneuvers put too much stress on the hull and, thus the yard time ta get her back to specs. No idea what our next mission will be once we leave the starbase, I just hope temporal mechanics aren't involved. Guess that's all fer now. Computer. End log."

Ian then poured another scotch and put his feet up to fully savor the 80 year old liquor before adding.

"Computer. Play 'Take Five' by the Dave Brubek Quartet."

As the soft drum intro started, Ian leaned back in his chair and let the more that four hundred year old music wash over him to take him to his special place as the stars if warp speed streaked past his window.

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Re: Personal Log - Ian Galloway
« Reply #9 on: November 07, 2017, 10:16:29 am »
[Crew Quarters]

"Computer. Open personal log."

Ian paced slowly back and forth in his quarters, he was clearly angry and moving helped dissipate the unwanted emotion.

"Turns out that things on Okekai were far worse than my bloody gut told me they were. In addition ta the inequality between the two species of the planet that I sussed out, there was a bloody coup d'tat brewin' and it blew up right in our bloody faces. We didn't lose any people, Bless the Maker on that part, but Okekai is now firmly back in the control of the Iasg mò do bhriogais Dominion.

"So, as far as diplomatic missions go, I'm nae sure that Standard or Gaelic have the words ta describe complete and utter failure well enough ta cover the level of cockup we just left behind. I'm sure Starfleet Command is goin' ta strip a large chunk of arse from us fer this one. Computer, pause."

Ian stopped in front of a cabinet, opened it, took out a very old bottle and a single glass. He poured a very healthy, or unhealthy portion, based on one's perspective, into the glass and sat down heavily. However, before he could take a sip, the chime on his door sounded. Ian rolled his eyes as he was not especially in the mood to speak to anyone at that moment, but he sighed and said.

"Enter."

As soon as he saw who was standing in the door way, three things happened. First, he forget about the 100 year old single malt he had poured. Second, he smiled with a warmth no amount of alcohol could produce. And third, he jumped to his feet to meet his visitor who smiled back and said.

"I figured I'd find you here, alone, and with a bottle of scotch."

Ian stopped and smile sheepishly, in the lopsided fashion that pilots had been using since humanity first learned how to leave the ground.

"Ya ken me too well Lass."

Lieutenant Jessica Fellows smiled back.

"I think I've got your number flyboy. Now, you are going to do three things. First, you are going to pour me one of those. Second, we will share just the one. Third, Mister Ian Nathaniel Galloway, we are going to go dancing in a holoprogram I have of Earth circa 1986."

Ian slumped in mock defeat and replied with the only answer that suited the situation.

"Aye Jess."

He then poured her the drink she requested and once they'd savored the smoky liquor, they donned period clothing and headed for the holodeck.

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