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Personal Log, Stardate 9606.20
Commander David, Executive officer
USS Agamemnon
BEGIN LOG

I know that I have not recorded logs in some time, but I have had other
duties that I was busy with at that time. It seems like we've just finished
up a string of tedious missions and I was glad to see that we had some time
for shore leave, not only for myself, but for the crew as well. My first
concern was that of Captain Jayla. Recently I had asked her to marry me and
she agreed. We have been dating for some time, and I thought it necessary to
continue the growth of the relationship. Anyway, I knew
that she would have other things on her mind, duty and all, so my only hope
in her getting some much needed rest was to get her of the bridge.
As some of the crew beamed down to a planet where they would get some R&R,
Jayla and I retired to our quarters. I wasn't meaning to use my powers, but I
sensed her deep thought, and something was definatly bothering her. I
couldn't tell what it was. She insisted that the only pressure on her mind
was that of the wedding. To tell the truth, that is what's on my mind too.
But I couldn't help but think there was something more. I hope that if there
is, she will tell me so we can work it out before the big
day-when we're supposed to be the happiest people in the galaxy. She knows
I'm here for her always, no matter what.
I've also been thinking about what the marriage will mean to our careers in
Star Fleet. It is reasonable to assume that one day, I will be offered my own
command, and then be forced to chose between my career and Jayla. I hope not
to be put in that situation. To ensure that I won't, I've been considering
resigning from Star Fleet. This may be the hardest decision of my life.
END LOG

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Wit Paazar, First Lieutenant
Chief of Security, USS Agamemnon
Personal Log -- StarDate 9606.26

=== On Planet Pentafield ===

:::::Takes Pen and Paper and begins to write by hand:::::::

Begin Personal Log:

My day started out like any other day aboard the Agamemnon. I was at the
Sec\Tac station when Captian Jayla announced that Starfleet has granted us
some leave and since we where in an unexplored sector. She decided to do a
little exploration also.

About 2 light years into the sector. We received a hail. Quickly answering
it; we were pleasently surprised (Well anyway the male crew members were) at
the two seemingly young female faces that appeared on the view screen;
claiming to be the leaders. I don't think they said their names, but to make
a long story short, they invited us down to their planet for some R & R.
Being the dedicated new Security Chief that I am. 8~{ ) I wanted to make a
good impression with my new captain. So with no reguards
to life and limb. I was the first to volunteer to be on the awayteam.

The rest went down hill from here.

<Wit> Damn this pen::::::shakes it a few times and tries writting again::::

Imagine our surprise when we appeared on the planet and were greeted by the
two girls who were on the screen. Their bodies where those of eight year olds
(StarFleet Standard)

I don't care if their founders made them look that way and on their world
they are considered mature. On most of knowen Humannoid worlds I've seen
their size is NOT considered a mature being.....I saw my R & R plans float to
the ground in ashes..

Because we were standing out in the open and all the buildings in sight were
made to accomodate their size. I asked if they had any building that could
allow us to enter. They said there was and we followed them.

Shortly after entering the building that contained what looked like growth
pods. Herel and my bodies changed into the size and stature of eight year
olds. Dakar, being an android, was uneffected. For some reason my mind
monentarily reverted to that of an eight year olds. In that brief amount of
time I managed to pull Chf Herels' hair. After quickly regaining my mind; I
apologized to her. It seems the apology fell on death ears. She tripped me.
Maybe her mind reverted briefly also. 8<{D.

That's were we stand now (Addmittenly standing not as high) wondering what to
do next

End Personal log. Wit out

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Personal Log
Stardate 9606.27
USS AGAMEMNON
CaptJayla

BEGIN LOG
Admiral Mondox sent me a sub-space message earlier this week, saying that she
could not conduct the marriage ceremony on stardate 9607.11. The next best
date we could find was today!
Needless to say, this has sent a severe shock through my system. David and I
both have been moving around in a daze; neither of us have realized that we
shall be man and wife in a few short hours.
As a result, I was not able to contact the crew until today. I have many bad
feelings about this wedding. I believe a few crewmates will not be in
attendance because they did not have enough notice, I have not even had time
to contact my family or organize my feelings. Luckily, I have made all the
other arrangements (food, dress, gift etc.) During the rest of our shore
leave tonight, I believe I will talk to Counselor Giana who should be of
assistance.
Another thing that bothers me greatly: David is considering resigning from
Starfleet. He feels that he will be offered command soon (I know this to be
true) and does not want to choose between me and his own ship. So, he is
seriously thinking about resigning from Starfleet and staying by my side.
Although his devotion is more than admirable, I cannot say that this decision
does not weigh on my mind. Starfleet is certainly losing a wonderful
officer, and suppose our marriage does not work out, he will
want a career then...

<<pause>>

I must control my feelings and thoughts. This is David's decision and he is
the only person who can decide what is best for him. I will be thrilled to
have him as a husband, but it shall be difficult to not have him sitting next
to me in the first officer's chair. Shearn will obviously become first
officer and a new second officer will not be difficult to find among my crew.
The next few weeks seem ominous.
END LOG

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FstLt Dakar Agamemnon Personal Log 9606.20

This stop has become quite intriguing. Before oour duty shift began today, I
was quite suprised when Chief Herel walked up to me in a corridor and began
to hug me, then to tickle my ear. I found this to be highly unusual, and the
cheif seemed disapoined when the desired result of tickling me was not
obtained. Before I had time to question the chief's intentions, we were
called off to duty.

The scene on the planet is quite odd. This culture seems to be based on the
notion of youthfulness being the perfect state of humanoid existance. This
would seem to indicate that they are all either clones of some sort or all
born in controled incubators, since the entire planet's population is
pre-pubescent. I only hope that we can restore the away team to their
normal state.

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I started off by thinking about my first mission on the Agamemnon. It
was really exciting. Capt. Jayla was really nice to me and everyone was
really friendly. I thought of an idea to save the away team and it worked.
I am really proud of myself(Not to proud). I think I will like it on the
Agamemnon.

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Personal Log
9606.27
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Gazhira MakKhoi

Begin Log

Despite my earlier expectations, my friend Jadano actually had done a good
job. How he managed to keep the man-plant alive is a miracle. He had acted
well without my assistance. I had also met a new officer named Worf. He
seemed rather quiet though. My friend Austin finally made it back. And I
apologize to him about sacrificing his cat. I really didn't mean it. The
wedding was a lot of fun with the exception of the brief dissappearance of
the admiral. The reception was also quite enjoyable. But the
couple didn't open their presents and I had a nice statuette of the god and
goddess of an ancient Terran Civilization called "Ancient Egypt". The figures
were of Isis and Osiris. It seemed fitting in some ways. Not the "chopped up"
part though. I hope they have a good life together. I just wonder why my
friends weren't in attendance for the Reception.

I just hope that the Captain will start referring to me as a "she"
eventually.

End log

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-=Duty-=/\=- Log=-
Stardate: 9606.27
USS AGAMEMNON
EnsKawaku

Begin Log

While on shoreleave at Petafield, we experienced an anomaly in the magnetic
field of the planet. This prevented us from successfully beaming patterns
through our Quantum Imaging Urray. When the matter stream was restabilized,
it was a dying, or dead, lump of cells. We worked with this problem by using
the patterns in the trace record, and then beaming the awayteam back into
their original state before mutation. I was asked to try transporting various
plants, but many were unsuccessful, due to their un
human like DNA patterns, so we resolved our problem by fighting over apes
and other types of animals, and later finding out that we had none, so we
went into Lt Nomist's biolab and retrieved his Cardassian ManPlant. After
setting the Pattern Enhancer to maximum and adapting the Old patterns to
refresh the new ones, they were successfully combined and kept alive.
END LOG

-=Personal -=/\=- Log=-

During my first mission, I discovered that my actions, such as Engaging my
transporters, caused major disruptions in many peoples attitudes. I felt so
left out and hope it not to happen next time. There are certain people in
particular, but not Makkhoi or Jayla, and they have been giving me a really
hard time. My interface is a little sluggish, especially with the current
supervisor I have.
END PERSONAL LOG

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FstLt Dakar Agamemnon Personal Log 9606.27

Today was the mariage of Captain Jayla and Commander David. This was only
the second formal occasion that I have been to, the first being the funeral
of Captain Blackmon. I was unaware that it was customary to offer gifts to
the new couple at such an occasion, and I was thus unprepared when others
started to give gifts. I shall have to remember this for any such events as
this that I may encounter in the future.

Today was also the last day that Chief Herel was with our crew. We have been
greatful for her help, however brief her time on board may have been.

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Personal Log
9607.11
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Gazhira MakKhoi

::Begin Log::

As I said in my duty log, I was very disoriented. I had this strange feeling
of déjà vu. I remember coming across a form of entertainment called a motion
picture while I was studying Terran history. One of the movies mentioned was
almost identical to this mission. Even the quotes seem similar. I believe it
was called Independance Day or some such thing. I’m sure it was just a
coincidence. We lost our XO today when he announced that he was resigning his
commision. I don’t understand why but he is
determined to do it. Of course this prompted the arrival the Admiral of USF,
Admiral Clements. Just his presence stopped all conversation, induced salutes
and attention stances, and general nervousness as far as I could tell. Also
tonight, I formally introduced myself to my department head. For the past
month, we had been missing eachother. I held a good conversation with her.
I’m suprised Austian was there tonight. I enjoyed his presence though. My
friend Jadano though was teasing me after the mission
which I found annoying but I’ll get him back next time!

A few days ago, I had gone to deck 10 to try out those holodecks. I hadn’t a
lot of free time since I had arrived. But I created this really interest pair
of programs. One was a bowling alley and the other was a ice-skating rink.
The bowling was fun but it made my arm sore and I only got up to 49 out of 10
frames. It seems pretty pathetic but I had fun. I had better luck ice-skating
though. I want Jadano to try it out but he swears he can’t do it. I know he
could if he tried but I think his balance is
pretty bad. I think he’d have fun though.

::End Log::

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Personal Log
Stardate: 9607.11
USS Agamemnon
EnsKawaku

::::Begin Personal Log::::
During our long battle, I experienced a bit of aggressive tendencies and a
loud high pitch sound which was reported to my by others as being from the
aliens. It was a deep feeling, and I didn't like it. EnsMakKhoi has been
under a bit of stress, so I made a holodeck program for HER entitled "Attack
enemies not Rocks". From my previous experience, most angry Klingons are very
hard to work with.
I was very shocked today to recieve a "Happy Birthday", including a song. It
was sung well, except that hearing it from 15 voices, kind of made me tear up
with joy. It is kind of sad that Commander David is leaving but I hope he can
stay for as long as possible. For now, may the crew prosper without him. He
will be missed.
::::End Personal Log::::

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FstLt Dakar Agamemnon Personal Log Stardate 9607.11

Unfortunately, it was anounced to the crew that Commander David will be
leaving the Agamemnon, to persue intrests outside of Starfleet. This has
made Lt Cdr Shearn the first officer, and has left the second officer postion
open. The officers being considered for this job include FstLts Amaris Tok,
Wit, and myself. I am uncertain which of us will become the third second
officer of the Agamemnon, but I have had thoughts that I may not be fully
adequate for this position since I am not a humanoid. I may
not be able to take in the "human" factor of decision making required in
such a position. Also, my lack of genuine feelings may make it difficult for
others to accept me in a position any higher than I already am. My pure
logic, which is useful in leading the science department, may not be enough
for a higher command position.

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Personal Log
9607.18
USS Agamemnon
EnsKawaku

Begin Personal Log

This was one of our most personal missions. Nomist was a bit angered by
EVERYTHING tonight, but I guess that is how you would feel if your powers
were taken away. I am so happy that LtCdrShearn was promoted to commander,
which gives him greater chance to expand his horizons in command. I wish him
well. I seem to be getting better aquainted with the crew, just that my
transporters are not being used, so they are now the ones depressed. I love
this ship.

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Personal Log
9607.18
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Gazhira MakKhoi of Q

::Begin Log::

I liked being a Q for the 2 days I was one. I learned that a few of my
friends were Q as well. I also found that controlling my powers were
difficult. In one night, I had already used them. So far, they have yet to
interfere with my Starfleet duties. I don't wan't to go back to a mortal just
yet. Of course, I don't want to die either.

I seem to be getting along with the rest of the crew fine with the exception
of Lt. Nomist. We had been arguing and fighting for two weeks, mainly because
she was gone for the weeks before. I don't know why but we just don't seem to
be agreeable towards eachother. The more we try helping eachother we just
anger the other more and make the situation worse.

This last mission did have one upside. I finally started to work with my
department head, FstLt Tok. She seems really nice. This contrasted with my
friend, Jade, who is more than willing to put me out of my misery.

::END LOG::

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Stardate 9607.18
USS Agamemnon
Personal Log
Ensign Worf3

::Begin Log::

I began the mission by thinking of whethor we were going to find what
the radiation was on Menoch 3. I went down to engineering to see if Lt EricS
needed any help. I was fascinated when we encountered Q. I never thought he
was real, I always thought they were making it up, but I learned not to doubt
other Starfleet crew members. I thought he was very interesting. He took us
as being inferior, barbaric idiots. It infureated me when he took our two
crew members fromm us. I kept wishing that we
would make it through this day without Q causing a warp core breach. I made
the mistake by asking if we were to ignore him and maybe he would go away.
The other crew members set me straight and said if we did that it would get
us into worse trouble. He played with us as if we were ignorant children and
then after he was through toying with us he went his way to some far off
corner of the galaxy to play amongst other members of another race of
humanoids. After that catastrophy ended we set our course
back the way we headed and find out what it was like being the toy of the
great Q.

::End Log::

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Stardate 9607.18
USS Agamemnon
Personal Log
Ensign Worf3

::Begin Log::

I began the mission by thinking of whethor we were going to find what
the radiation was on Menoch 3. I went down to engineering to see if Lt EricS
needed any help. I was fascinated when we encountered Q. I never thought he
was real, I always thought they were making it up, but I learned not to doubt
other Starfleet crew members. I thought he was very interesting. He took us
as being inferior, barbaric idiots. It infureated me when he took our two
crew members fromm us. I kept wishing that we
would make it through this day without Q causing a warp core breach. I made
the mistake by asking if we were to ignore him and maybe he would go away.
The other crew members set me straight and said if we did that it would get
us into worse trouble. He played with us as if we were ignorant children and
then after he was through toying with us he went his way to some far off
corner of the galaxy to play amongst other members of another race of
humanoids. After that catastrophy ended we set our course
back the way we headed and find out what it was like being the toy of the
great Q.

::End Log::

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Personal Log
9607.25
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Gazhira MakKhoi of Q

::BEGIN LOG::

I have rather mixed feelings about this mission. I deeply regret the loss of
the Agamemnon Transporter Chief, Ensign Jadano Kawaku. He had informed me
that he had sent his letter of resignation. He is a very capable officer as
was demonstrated when he saved the Away team on Petafeild by modifying the
transporter systems. I will miss my friend.

I am glad to welcome Ensigns Jora and Bobb. Jora I'm sure will become a great
asset as will Bobb. Both of which, I am proud to say, are my recruits.

And about the Potemkin itself... Well... I don't know how the people on the
vessel remain sane. I would go crazy staying on a ship with its history of
being constantly attacked. Ship loyalty does go very far. I hope their battle
turns out well.

::END LOG::

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Personal Log
9607.25
U.S.S. Agamemnon
Ensign Worf3

::Begin Log::
I started off this mission having good feeling about serving on another
ship, broading my service. I was really impressed by the friendliness of the
Potemkin crew in Engineering. When we were under the massive fire fight with
another group of humanoids the Engineering crew was very responsive in fixing
all of the damages. I was surprised that we had so little trouble with the
crew of the Potemkin. I figured that we would have mixed rivalries about
whose ship is better but we didn't. I am glad
that I served on the Potemkin. It taught me that not all starfleet ships
are the same. I am glad that I will be resuming my station on the Agamenon
shortly.
::End Log::

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Stardate, I think, 9609.1? I have no idea

--begin log--

From what I remember, I think that i got sick. No one else did. Perhaps
it's from my mixed Q and human geans. Those have been getting in the way
lately. I feel that my mixed heritage is starting to cause a lot of
problems. Being that it was my first time on a away team, I was terrifed.
But I do hope they put me on more. It was fun.
Back to my mixed up geans. i have been practicing. Though when I tried to
disappear, it rained rubber chickens. I do hope that i get the hang of this
soon. :::snapping fingers and dead fish falls in front of me::: Sigh,
someday.....

----end log----

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Personal log
9608.01
USS AGAMEMNON
Ensign Gazhira MakKhoi

::BEGIN LOG::

This was the first mission in which I actually worked with my department
head, Amaris Tok. That was great. But I don't understand why I can't ever go
on an away team... I don't know. Maybe I'm getting touchy.

I must also be following in Jayla's footsteps. I'm engaged. Kind of cool,
kind of nerve-wracking. Ahh well... I's a short log today. I don't know why.
I guess I'm distracted.

::END LOG::

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USS Agamemnon NCC-514251, Envoy class.
Personal logs for SD: 9608.1
Chief Operations Officer
Ens Austian Jacobs

=/\=Start Personal log=/\=
I think that I am going to get along fine with this crew, they are nice
people. This ship could work out just fine.=/\=End Personal log=/\=

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Personal Log
9608.1
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Worf3

::Begin Log::

I began this mission thinking about how the people in that containment
field had died for nothing. They died because their people couldn't relieve
the pressure around their core. I thought their deaths were dishonorable. I
would prefer that I die in a battle that is glorious! At least that way my
family will say that I died for something. I am pleased to have met our new
crew member Ensign Jora. I think we will be seeing alot of each other since
we are both assistants in Engineering. I plan
to go to the Holodeck work on my kickboxing routine. Ever since my good
friend Walter, the one I met at the academy, taught me the sport I have been
hooked. I was glad to hear about Ens Gazh Q getting married to Admiral TDK.
I hope they have a happy marriage.

::End Log::

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FstLt Dakar Agamemnon Personal Log 9608.1

This was my first mission as acting commanding officer. While I am an
android, and do not have emotions as such, it was an intriguing experience.
It was unfortunate that we were unable to help the population, which had
already fled the planet which would have become uninhabitable after the chain
reactions reached a point where the generators would have exploded, leveling
entire cities, and altering the weather patterns drastically enough that the
planet would have been consumed by clouds of smoke and
ash for several decades. It is reassuring that most of the population had
evacuated, and perhaps may be able to return to their homeworld at some
future point in time. I can only hope that the remainder of our missions
before the return of Captain Jayla and Commander Shearn will turn out as well
as this one did.

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Personal Log
9606.08
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Gazhira MakKhoi

::Begin Log::

This was my second visit to the Potemkin. Which, I must say, was better than
the first. I actually wouldn't mind serving there again. Working with LCdr
Shodan was enjoyable.

I was engaged. But due to irreconcilable differences, I had to break the
engagement the night before the wedding. It pained me to do so but I had
already moved on. I guess I had always known it wouldn't have worked. Oh
well...

Later, my terminal.

::End Log::

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Personal Log
9608.8
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Worf3

::Begin Log::

I began this mission by thinking it was good to be on the Aggie again
but we had to little of command staff so we had to transfer back over to the
Potemkin. I enjoyed my time over their. I served as Assistant Chief
Engineer and I served at OPS for the first time. I found the ion pulse from
a Klingon ship. It decloaked and told us to go away and cloaked again. I
don't know what I am going to do know.

::End Log::

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Personal Log
9608.15
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Gazhira MakKhoi

::BEGIN LOG::

I know, I know. I'm supposed to be on leave. I just wanated to see if I could
get ANY work done. For some reason, I just can't seem to forget Austian.
Stupid Terran. He knew I couldn't die. Why'd he risk his life to save me?
""starts to cry softly::: I wish I knew if he was alive or dead. I read a
shuttle craft leaving the Jem'Hadar base as it went up anad I was warping
out. I didn't have the time or the aattention to scarn for Human
life-signs... If I wasn't so distracted by him I might have been able
to help the Agamemnon. If I wasn't so distracted by my work... maybe I could
have told him that I lov... I mean Goodbye. But it's too late now. Too late
for anything. Maybe I should consider resigning my commission. If I can't
help anyone because of this... I'm sorry, Austian.

This is strange. I recovered so much easier after I broke my engagement. And
I can't seem to get over this...

::END LOG::

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Personal Log
9608.14
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Worf3

::Begin Log::

I began this mission by thinking how great it was to be back on the ol'
Aggie. It has been nearly two missions since I last served on the Agamemnon.
This was my first time as Chief Engineer. I enjoyed being in command of
Engineering. I hope some more of the crew comes back from shore leave and
serves our ship once again. Our ship is getting lonely with only 7 on the
last mission. I think I'll go to Holodeck and work on target practice.

::End Log::

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Personal Log
9608.22
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Gazhira MakKhoi

::Begin Log::

What a first. A shoreleave that DIDN'T screw up. We came back alive. That's
good. I thought I would spend my newly acquired free time cleaning out
Austian's quarters. Someone had to do it. But then our new captain asked if
anyone could handle the new holodeck program he had. I thought it would
include some physical prowess but it was akin to an old game of the late 20
th century called Decant or Descent or something. So I decided to take Wit's
lead and beam to the surface of whatever planet we were at.
I've been so concerned with Austian's disappearance that I couldn't think
straight. I climbed up a tree and rested. When Dakar beamed down he made some
comment about the ground's stability. If you didn't know better, it might've
been percieved as a joke! Him? Never. To prove that I can be used to the
ground, I jumped down... straight on him. He caught me and started to lecture
me. Anyway... We got into this battle of wits I guess when Giana and Worf
came along. So Worf and I went hunting after Dakar
made some comment about what I said when I told him to loosen up. We jumped
to the trees and found this humoungous deer-like thing. We tried to take it
down. then Shearn called us back up! So we left that humoungous thing alone.

Then I found out that promotions were pushed back another week. At this rate,
I'll never get promoted!

I really miss Austian. I did get to cleaning out his quarters. Anything of
importance i kept in my quarters and everything else is in Cargo bay 3. I
even kept his cat. I really don't like the little... animals. But for
Austian, I'll take care of it... ::mumles: mangy vermin::

::End log::

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***PERSONAL LOG****

Today, was like a big day off. But also acompined by some sad news, I hear
that the captain of this ship is leaving, though i have never worked with
her. I have a feeling that the crew will be affected by her leaving. In
other news, snicker, i sat in a tree today and watched Wit fish. He just sat
there with his eyes closed. it was quite interesting. Bajoran's are so
sexy. IMHO. But that android, Dakar.......he is soooooooo very hot. But if
I told him that. he'd probably say something like, I am
not my body temepture is blah blah blah. Perhaps, you are very good looking
for a non-lifeform. Oh Dakar........ But just between you and me Mr.
computer, I think the counselor wants him. But alas counselors and I don't
get along very well. They think I'm crazy, insane, koo-koo, mentaly
unbalenced, nuts.....anyway. I would like to get a cat. That'd be nice, a
little kitten. A little baby kitty. *sigh*. Well, that's about it.

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Personal Log
9608.22
USS Agamemnon
Ens Worf3

::Begin Log::

I was really shocked when I found out that our captain had resigned. I
had enjoyed serving under her in the short period that I did. I hope she has
as much pleasure in her new career as she did in the Federation. I think I
will practice with my Bat'legh for a while.

:::End Log:::
This was my first shore leave and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

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FstLt Dakar Agamemnon Personal Log 9608.22

The events of this shore leave have once again led me to wonder about the
adequacy of my programing for the constant interaction with humanoids that I
require. I will have to perform some extensive research into the topic and
see if I can find anything in the literary library of the Agamemnon to aid in
my social deficiencies.

As for the possibility of my becoming the full time executive officer, it is
an opertunity that I am looking foreward to. I believe that with time, I
could properly adjust to the responsibilities, and perform quite adequately
as Shearn's first officer.

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Personal Log
9608.28
USS Agamemnon
Ltjg Worf3

::Begin Log::

I have rather mixed feelings about this mission. I am angry because
Jora is in a coma and outraged that we didn't pursue the ship. We will get
our vengeance soon enough. Other than that I am excited about our new
Displacement shields. I think we are the first ship to recieve them and we
will be the ones to test them in real combat. I hope I get another assistant
in Engineering that can aid me until Jora comes out of her coma. I hope she
doesn't suffer any serious damage from that phaser blow.
I'll miss her smart ass remarks, and her wild sense of humor.

::End Log::

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I boarded the shuttle for the USS Agamemnon with a rapid heartbeat and
huge butterflies in my stomach.After all, I thought to myself, this IS my 1st
assignment as a Starfleet officer. How di I know if I will be accepted by my
new crewmates?
Asthe shuttle approached the ship, it grew larger and larger, and my palms
grew ever sweatier than before.When the craft finally docked, i could only
stumble out, and stare stright ahead. All
these people were standing around, watching me. I couldn't speak, and my
mouth felt like a desert floor.
Suddenly I heard someone say "Welcome Aboard, Ensign". I looked up, and it
was the Captain , greeting ME! All my fears instantly vanished, and I
realized I would right at home here.

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Wit Paazar, Lt Commander
2nd officer USS Agamemnon
Personal Log StarDate: 9609.05

::::::kneeling in front of a Bajoran Prayer Stand. Lighting the second to the
last of four prayer candles. The candles provide the only light in Wits
Quarters::::::

Wylers, open personal files and begin
<Wylers> Opened and recording

Begin Personal log:

Jora, may you journey back to us after the visit. Better than you left.
:::::Lights the last candle, gets up, and heads to his quarters
replicator:::::::

"Congrats, "begins a much subdued Wit, " are in order for Worf anf Krepta.
Each one was promoted and made Chief of their departments. Dakar and I were
promoted, also. Dakar was made the new # 1 and I'm the 2nd.

"Blood Wine, Double Strength, " orders Wit at the replicator. Grabbing the
Klingon staple as soon as it appears. Wit sits in a tall bean bag and stares
out a view window. " Wit out. "

End Personal log

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LtCdr Dakar Personal Log Stardate 9608.29

Today, multiple crewmembers were promoted. Worf and Krepta became Lieutenant
Junior Grades, both becoming chiefs of their respective departments
Engineering and Security. Wit was made Lieutenant Commander and second
officer. I was also made Lieutenant Commander, and am being considered for
the post of first officer on a permanant basis.

Also, Jora has taken a phaser blast from the renegade Ensign Flar, and is
currently stable in a coma. I am certain that she is in capable hands in our
sick bay, and will hopefully recover soon. We also seem to have lost Ensign
Gazh Q. It is unfortunate, as both of these crewmembers were about to be
promoted for their dedicated service aboard the Agamemnon.

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Personal Log
9609.04
USS Agamemnon
Ltjg Worf3

::Begin Log::
I am really frustrated about the crew members resigning. First, Captain
Jayla resigned and know Gazh Q resigned. I don't know what to think. I am
not really in the mood for writing logs right know
::End Log::

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Wit Paazar, Lt. Commander
2nd Officer USS Agamemnon
Personal logs StarDate: 9609.12

::::::::In quarters, in front of a communications computer:::::: That's it
for now. Hope everything is going well on the Potemkin. :::remembers
something:::Oh, by the way, go easy on Badon and Putty. ::::smiles::::
Computer end message. Send right away to Commander Shodan aboard the USS
Potemkin.

<Computer> Sent.

Computer open my personal log file and begin.

<Computer> Begin Personal log:

Just finished sending a subspace message to my long time friend
Commander ' The Doc ' Shodan. It was a friendly reminder that I'm still
waiting for one of Duchesses puppies. First I thought that the puppies still
needed to be weened from their mother. But after counting the weeks on my
hands; they should have been weened by now. The only reason that I could
think of her forgeting me is her recent move onto the new Potemkin. With
getting the new sickbay set-up, cleaned, and ready. Plus moving her
three young children. It must have slipped her mind ::::grins:::: I have
also found out that she's dating both her Executive and Commanding Officers.
:::::BIG GRIN::::::Hope they both have some experience with female Trills.

Jora is still in a coma. However, durning the last duty, her spirit
decided to go for a walk (?) around the ship. Her spirit is just like her.
:::smiles warmly:::: Likes to cause trouble. :::::hopes she isn't in a
coma to long:::: Wit out.

<computer> Personal log closed

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Personal Log
9609.14
USS Agamemnon
Ltjg Worf3

::Begin Log::

I think I will go try and do something they use to do in the 20th
century. It is called driving an automobile. They used these 'automobiles'
to commute from place to place. I think it will be fun to try and drive one.

::End Log::

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==== In Quarters ====

On top of a dinning table an empty dinner plate is surronded by steaming
hot food. To the left is a small serving tray with three marinated boneless
chicken breasts. Next to the chicken is a soup bowl filled with tomatoes and
cucumbers smothered in a dill sour cream dressing. The smell of creamy
butter escapes the small bowl of mashed potatos on the right.
Wit sits down, puts a breast, some tomatoes & cuc's, and a BIG helping
of mashed potatos on the plate. Grabing a fork, he's about to take his first
bite when the door chimes. Informing him that someone's at the door.
"Never fails. Start to eat and you get interrupted, "says Wit. Looking
over his shoulder, "Come and it better be important."
The door to his quarters slides open. Standing in the hallway is
Crewman Keeton; holding onto a 7 x 4 package. "Commander, Sir. A package
for you arrived with the supply shuttle, " Keeton reports.
"Fine, bring it in."
The crewman walks sharply to the table and sets the package down. "Sir
is that real?" asks Keeton while staring at the mini feast.
"Crewman?"
" I mean is that fresh food. Not from the replicator, Sir?"
" Yes crewman it is.: Seeing Keeton almost drooling over the sight of
the food. Wit motions to the replicator. " Get yourself a plate, silverware,
and help yourself. I have more than enough, " smiles Wit.
" Sir, I...."
"THAT'S AN ORDER! " orders Wit with a mock stern voice. The crewman
smiles and gives a crisp salute. "Aye aye, sir" He heads to the replicator.
" Where's the package from?"
" The shuttle pilot said a former Bajoran Starfleet officer by the name
of Wylers gave him 10,000 credits to make sure you received it, " imparts
Keeton as he heads back to the table. "It must be important. That sure is
alot of credits for that size of a package.."
Wit doesn't hear the last statement of Keetons. For He's in deep
thought. Wylers? Former officer? Last I knew he was with the SOG. What
happened? With Keeton talking in the background. Wit reaches for the
package and begins to unwarp it...

<<< T B C >>>

Wit Paazar, Lt. Commander
Second Officer - USS Agamemnon
Personal Log StarDate: 9609.19

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Lt Cdr Dakar Agamemnon Personal Log 9609.12

The other day, I had a rather unusual experience. Upon going in for the
requested physical examination, it was discovered by Lt Deanna that there was
some form of noise coming from the torso cavity of my structure that should
not be there. There are no noises matching its parameters in my initial
specifications, and yet I was unable to determine any problems upon running a
self diagnostic. Lt Deanna assured me that I would be informed upon further
investigation, as to the source.

Also, just as the crew was becoming adjusted to the departure of Captain
Jayla and Commander David, Commander Shearn has also informed us that he will
no longer be with the crew. It is unfortunate, and I hope that Starfleet
will send a replacement captain as promptly as this matter can be addressed.

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Personal Log
9609.21
USS Agamemnon
Ltjg Worf3

::Begin Log::

We had another officer resign today. Commander Shearn had to leave but
he said he would try and get back as soon as he could. Lt Deana has
scheduled me for a physical. Oh I just can't wait ::sarcastically:: I think
I will go to the holodeck and look for a good training program.

::End Log::

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Personal Log
9609.27
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
I am very proud of myself that I was promoted to Lieutenant. I think
this mission went very well. I hope we go to a starbase pretty soon and
overhaul the ship. I would like to see if we could put new computer cores
with the new neuro-gel packs. Those would make the ship run a lot faster. I
think I will go to the holodeck and try my phaser at the targeting range.
::End Log::

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Chief Engineer's Duty Log
9619.04
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
We continued the mission excorting the USS Giddings. The USS Giddings
was
carrying several classified prototype ships that some terrorsits were trying
to get their hands on. Their were 10 terrorist ships left that hadn't been
neutralized. One ship had penetrated the Giddings shields and had attached
itself to the hull. Several crew from the Raider's ship had entered the
Giddings. FstLt Tok neutralized the rest of the ships with the Agamemnon's
weapons systems. Lt Krepta and the rest of the away team tracked down the
renegade crew. One of the prototypes, the USS Phoenix,
was damaged. The away team neutralized the rest of renegades. The away
team beamed back aboard. Ens Uhura was promoted to Ltjg and we were
dismissed.
::End Log::

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=== In Quarters ===

" Ahhh Vash. Not again, " says a disappointed Wit while looking at the
bathroom floor. Looking back up at him with a guilty, sad, and not me look.
Wits' new puppy, Vash, seems to be saying ' I'm sorry ' as she sits next to a
wet spot on the floor. " Well at least this is easier to clean up."

***** Minutes later *****

After wiping up and disposing the evidence; Wit places the puppy back on
the still dry training papers and moves over the bowls. Noticing the empty
bowls; Wit begins to chuckle. " No wonder you make a big mess for a puppy.
You ate and drank everything !"
Shaking his head in mock disapproval as Vash tries to keep up with him. He
recycles the used bowls and goes to the replicator. " Vash meal one. Wait
cancel. Make that one half meal one "
Taking the food after it appears and picking Vash up. He returns to the
bathroom and sets the food and Vash down on the papers. Where Vash
unceremonisly plops her rear into the bowl that contains liquid. After
failing a few times to get out of the bowl. She finally succeeds and starting
from her behind. She shakes herself off. " That'll teach you to next time to
plop your butt in the bowl containing the solid food, " remarks a grinning
Wit as he sits next to her. "What am I to do with you, uh?" he
says while scratching between her ears. Vash ignores him as she begins to
make short work of the food. Remembering that he still hasn't entered a
personal log for the day. Wit reluctantly gives his puppy a final scratch
before going into the main room

"Katie, video please, " commands Wit
A 5 foot 6 inch hologram of a middle-age woman is projected to the middle of
the room from a small solid retangle that lays on top of the dresser.
"About time. I was beginning to think you forgot about me, " snides Katie.
"Okay that's enough, " Wit says with a touch of anger. "Lets get one thing
straight between you and I. I did not ask for you. For some reason Wylers
thought you would be more help to me than to him. I can only guess that
since he has entered a religious sect. He feels he no longer needs you."
A sudden sadness appears across Katies' holographic face when she hears
the last comment.
" But I'll need you. Especially now that I'm the second officer and will
most likely go on more away missions. Of which, I understand you can be VERY
helpfull. That's why he gave you to me, " Wit adds when he sees her sad
expression.
All Katie can do is give a slight nod in acknowledgement. As a holographic
tear begins to form on her right eye.
Feeling like an moron. Wit rubs his hands and continues, "So, lets begin
with entering a personal log."
Katie nods "Go ahead"

<<< T B C >>>

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Cdr Dakar Agamemnon Personal Log 9610.3

Upon evaluation of the malfunctioning valve discovered by Uhura, I have taken
the matter up with petty officer Gortnov in engineering. The valve in
question seems to have been one regulating the flow of silicon based
lubricants to the various inner workings of my structure.

Upon trying to extract the faulty valve, it was discovered that the cutoff
switch leading into the valve was bent in a position that rendered it unable
to properly close. This presented a problem, as the tubing had to be sealed
in order for the valve to be removed. Gortnov failed to remedy this problem
at first, and several milliLiters of lubricants managed to escape. The petty
officer finally managed to seal the tubing with a pair of hypersonic pliers.
Gortnov was able to replace the valve
eventually, and everything is in working order now.

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Personal Log
9610.13
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
I am glad that we had a break from having to escort freightors. I like
doing that stuff but it sure is stressful. This mission was pretty laid back
and fun. I hope do one like it again.
::End Log::

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Evergreens as tall as the sky is high and so close to one another their
invididual branches cannot be seperated by the eye; line both sides of the
hard dirt road. Just a few rays of morning sun light break through the fine
unmoving mist that covers the trees tops and road.
"Ah, just as I remember it, " Wit remarks after letting out a deep
breath of air. Looking down at Vash as she goes from tree to tree; sniffing
each one. " It's a shame that you live on a Starship. You'd love the real
thing, "he says while watching her and walking down the road. With Vash
playing and yapping at each Evergreen. Wit looks up towards the sky and
stares at the rays of sun. They look like bolts of fire from the ancient
earth Greek God Zeus, Wit thinks. He begins to chuckle. Or the
symbol of an old earth football team called the Chargers.
Wit was trying to think of what else the rays reminded him when the
mist strangely turned in the image of Katie. Causing Wit to blink a few
times and wipe his eyes. " What is it?"
"Commander, your shift is in 30 minutes and you still have not
submitted any logs." she replays in a secretary tone of voice.
" Did you ALWAYS interrupted Wylers at the wrong time?"
"Always. Why I remember once when he and a Trill were..."
"KATIE stop right there. I don't think I want to hear anymore,
"interrupts Wit.
" Yes, I can see how you wound not, " she replies after a brief pause.
"Would you like do submitt the logs now?"
" Might as well. Personal Log first."
"Personal log opened."

Wit Paazar, Lt Commander
2nd Officer USS Agamemnon
Personal Log StarDate 9610.17

Begin Log:

I cannot explain it. Just sufficient to say that I have not felt it
since before Marrissa meet the Prophets. It happened after I almost ran into
Lieutenent Tok in the TurboLift. We were both going to the bridge for our
duties. At first I ignored the feeling. Putting it off as the smell of her
perfume that was effecting me. But then I wondered do Klingon females wear
scents?? Don't think so. Then it occured to me that it might be the Vulcan
in her that likes scents. But then I thought it might
go against Vulcan logic to wear scents.. As I watched her leave the lift
and walk towards the bridge. I quickly realized it wasn't a scent that had
effected me........ :::::smiles::::: Wit out!!!

End log.

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Personal Log
9610.20
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
I never knew their was a feline species of humanoids. It sort of
intrigues me. I have a fondness toward cats and I have one. I don't think I
would like for my cat to jump on me and start telling me that I didn't smell
right or that I was to clean. This may sound weird, but I am glad that we
didn't have these Feline humanoids back in Starfleet Academy. They would
probably win all the athleticism events due towards thier tremendous agility.
Well I have to know. I think I will watch an old world
series between the Atlanta Braves and the New York Yankees. Personally, I
would like the Yankee's to win.
::End Log::

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Cdr Dakar Personal Log 9610.10

It seems that the new captain has not been as eager to communicate with the
command staff and the rest of the ship as our previous two commanding
officers have been. I certainly hope that this is just part of an adjustment
phase, and that Captain Badon will willingly be more likely to promote more
communication than has taken place in recent weeks.

On another note, the overal moralle of the crew seems to be stabilizing, and
possibly starting to climb again, as people get over the loss of David,
Jayla, and Shearn. Our only obstacle to being a top rate Starfleet vessel
again is to fill the postings that we lost durring the turbulent past couple
of months.

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Wit Paazar, Lt. Commander
2nd Officer USS Agamemnon
Personal Log StarDate 9610.24

submitted by: Katie (Paazars' Personal A.I.)

An full length hologram of Katie appears in the middle of Wits livinig
quarters.

"As instructed by Paazar. I'm submitting this log will he's on an away
mission. Since this is a first contact mission. He thought, and I agreed
with him, that I should not accompany him on this mission."

Begin Personal Log:

I probably should not be mentioning this because it might not be
anything of importance to Wit, and most likely he'll denie it anyway. But it
has to be said.

I think that he has finally found someone that he's trying to impress.
He has yet to confined in me on who she might be or for that matter if there
is someone. But the signs are all there. In the past three days; he has
yelled at the cleaners for missing a piece of lint on his uniform and kicked
the replicator for giving him tobassco sauce instead of Old Spice. When he
clearly, abet in a mental fog, did ask for the sauce. ::::chuckles::::You
should have heard the words after he splashed on the
sauce. :::chuckles louder::::Hope the Prophets were busy at the time
:::smiles::::

However, the biggest indication was the night before he went on the
mission. He tossed and turned all night. On occasion he would mumble a name
that even my deduction processor could not extrapolate. I am the most
certain, when the time comes, he'll inform me of his feelings. After all,
I'm his A.I. ::smiles::::For Wit Paazar --- Katie Out

End Personal Log

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Personal Log
9610.24
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::BEGIN LOG::

This sim was really fun. I think I need to stop hitting on the Ensign
women. Ensign Tag, beat me like a dog. I thought I liked it when they playd
hard to get. I don't think I do anymore. Even the Ltjg women hate me. I
guess I am not the ladies man like I thought I was. Darn. I guess I'll just
have to be an idiot for the next couple of weeks.

::end lOg::

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Lt Krepta
USS Agamemnon
9610.28
Personal Log

I still can't understand why, with all Starfleet's techonlogy, they still
haven't come up with a cure for the common cold. I actually had to miss duty
on 9610.17 because I felt so miserable.
I got a chance to call my sister on Earth. It was great to talk to her, even
if it was a little unnearving.
Our strange habbit of having the same dreams ended when I started high
school, but it's obviously returned. Both Dana and I have been having the
same nightmare for the past week, something that hasn't happened since we
were kids.
The nightmare is always about the same two little girls. the two girls are
fighting an enemy that they have no hope of beating. It feels much too strong
for them to beat, but they keep trying to save their world, or planet, or
whatever. In the end they always lose, but neither of them die, everything
else just turns into water. The first time that I drempt about it I thought
that it was just another dream, but it kept comming back and it's really
begining to scare me now. Every time I see those two
little kids trying to fight this huge force I can't help but try and fight
with them. But in the dream I'm always floating just above everything, and I
can't get down any lower. I'm forced to just watch what's going on. Poor Dana
is trying not to act as scared as she really is, but I'm her sister, and I
can tell that she's just as frightened as I am about this whole thing. I hope
that she'll be okay at home alone. I worry about her.

(WARNING: Nobody should ever try to write logs at 4 in the morning. They end
up comming out like mine just did.)

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=== Sage Kactars' office ===
=== inside the Learning abode ===

Head scientist Sage Kactar gives a retracted claw wave towards Captain
Badon as he is the last of the away team to leave the office. "Shadoe ! " he
yells in a purring voice. " Get me those cats eye projection reports as soon
as they are available. I'll need them for my presentation to the feline
council." The Sage sits back down behind his cushioned desk and begins to
clean his claws. " The Council will be in for a bit of a surprise today, "
he purrs a sound like a chuckle. " So, son of my
first, what is your impression of our visitors?"
Appearing out of no where from the bookshelves behind Sage. Ebony
stands on two feet. " They like to stand their ground. My mate of my first
stared down one of their females. The.....Klingon; if I understood the name
correctly, didn't flinch. In fact, the female returned the stare. " informs
Ebony while licking his whiskers. " All in all they were ready for action.
If it wasn't for their odor and that tin man. I would have missed them
completly." With a twitch of his nose, going onto all
fours, and turning behind him with one smooth motion. Ebony is able to
catch a eight inch long mouse that was scampering in the office hallway.
Standing back up. He holds the squirming mouse by its long tail. " Hungry? "
Ebony asks.
" No, you have it. I just ate. Besides at my age, fresh meat keeps me
up all morning," smiles Sage. "However, I must admit. Their Captain look
kind of tasty, " his grin turns into mock sorrow. " But alas, if what the
Captain said about their Federation is true, we might have to learn to
control our basic instincts, " The grin reappears, "at least while we're off-
world."
"As you wish, " says Ebony before cracking the mouse in half. " I think
I'll give it to my second. She'll probably...." he stops as a female feline
enters the office carrying a large folder. She places it on the desk and
leaves without saying a word. Ebony watches the feline as she walks out the
door and continues down the hallway. Sniffing the air, Ebony smiles and
turns towards his dad. " If you don't have further need of me."
Looking up from the report; the Sages nose gives a slight twitch. "No,
no, nothing further. Just have an impression report on my desk two periods
before the next cycles Council meeting. We have some explaining to do," the
Sage answers with a knowing look.
" Will do, " replies Ebony before going onto all fours and running out the
office.
The Sage briefly watches his son leave before returning to the contents
of the folder. "Lets see. Where was I ?" he questions while flipping pages
with a single claw. " Ah yes." he remarks after finding the correct page. "
The Federation of Planets consist of...."

Wit Paazar, Lt Commander
2nd Officer USS Agamemnon
Duty Logs StarDate 9611.06

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Cdr Dakar Agamemnon Personal Log 9611.7

After our recent encounter with the feline humanoids, I have once again
decided to analyze my role as Agamemnon first officer, and how I interact
with others. I found it rather odd that the one we first met stated that I
smell of grease. I am an android, but all of my mechanical parts are
internal, and are not lubricated with a grease of any kind, but rather
bio-chemical lubricants. This has caused me to ponder exactly why I am so
noticable as a non biological lifeform.

I proceeded to the holodeck to perform a series of tests, using various
holographic characters I borrowed from other programs. This seemed to not be
as responsive as I would have liked, as being holographic characters, they
were designed to interact with anyone in the same manner. Many of them did
mention how awkward my speach patterns where, which I am still somewhat
uncertain as to what they were refering to.

I continued my investigation, by visiting the ship's lounge to observe how
others interact with each other. I noticed that many people seemed to have a
different attitude than when they where on duty. It suddenly occured to me
that I have never really spent much time with other crewmembers in off duty
circumstances. Several of them also seemed to be engaged in delivering
anecdotes of a humerous nature, as the others arround said storytellers were
laughing and apparently enjoying the stories. After
thoroughly analyzing all 7 of the stories told durring the 2 hour period I
was observing social activities in the lounge, I still have yet to understand
this facination with telling stories, and the humor others find in them. In
fact, six of the seven stories seemed to be based on relatively every day
occurances, and the others seemed to agree, indicating that they had already
experienced the same circumstances. If they had already experienced them
themselves, one would think that the effect would
lessen the humor. I may never understand humanoids... end log.

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Personal Log
9611.16
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
I don't really recall much about this mission, partly because of this
big bump on my head. I think I'll rest and take some tylenol.
::End log::

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Personal Log
9611.24
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
This mission was a great success. I am glad that I didn't get bumped on
my head this mission. I am sorry to hear that we are losing one of out
officers, Ltcdr Wit. He had been given a promotion to First Officer on
Starbase Everest. He is a great officer to serve with and I hope he enjoys
serving at Starbase Everest. Ltjg Durron has made me his apprentice. He is
teaching me the way of the Force. The Force is extrememly powereful, I have
had a taste of it. It is unlike anything I have ever
experienced before. I plan on building my lightsaber pretty soon. Gotta
Go.
::End Log::

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Now this stinks. My first day back and one good thing happened to me. I
wasn't charged with Desertion and the theft of Starfleet equipment. Hey, I
returned the thing, didn't i? But then we get kicked back in time due to some
goddamned rift... Then Roxy comes and spoils my fun. Oh yeah, and another
good thing happened... I wasn't reminded about the incident involving me, my
new CO, and a scalpul, though it was fun anyway. Now my former Dept Head:
Amaris Tok is resigning and Jora's transferring to another
ship. I'm starting to question my return.

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Personal Log
9612.05
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3
:::Begin log:::
Well this was a very saddening mission. I heard that one of our fellow
crewmates was resigning, FstLt Tok. She was a very good crewmember and
contributed a lot to this crew. I hope she is happy with her decision. Jora
has decided that she will move another ship and Ens Gazhira is considering
leaving after her return back. I very distrought.
:::End log:::

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Giana-->Computer, one hot chocolate, with extra marshmallows please.

::mumbles:: I will need these just to sort out what has happened
so far on the mission

Computer--> Unclear command, Please restate

Giana-->Nothing, just play L'Amour for the clarinet by Dameaux

::music begins::

Begin Log

Star Date 9612.06

This mission started out like every other one, routine. Then we were sucked
into a rip in time, and traveled back to 1354. Then Jora said something, the
whole ship exploded in argument, and Jora left, sending her "sister" to us.
We all fought for a while, then the captain wisely desided to dismiss
everyone. That was when Tok announced her resignation. We will all miss
her, and I honestly don't know how our ship will hold together without her.
Oh well. Nothing much else to say except that Tom and
Kit have not yet set a date for the wedding. Well, I don't know if any of
that made sense, but oh well.

Computer, end log

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Duty Log
9612.12
USS Agamemnon
Ensign Cora Landakai

::Begin Log::

First day on the job as Cheif Science Officer on a Starship... Not as
exciting as I thought it would be. I briefly toured the ship which seems many
times more vast than the Federation Medical Facility back on Ssan. I have as
of yet to really meet any of the crew. But all in their due time. I set up my
office as well. My diplomas, pictures, and trinkets all in their space. Maybe
I'll start some research experiments or something.

::End Log::

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Personal Log
9612.14
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
After I got off duty I proceeded to the holodeck for some athletic
invigoration. I programed the computer for a fighting program to help my
defensive capabilities. I had the program at level 4 but decided I had a
death wish and raised it to 9. I admit level 9 was very difficult. I had to
take several brakes during my tournement and I had a few cracked ribs. No
worry though I carried my emergency medkit with me had my dermal regenerator
and bone regenerator with me. I atleast hope no one punches
me in the side for my muscles are very sensitive.
::End Log::

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Personal Log
9612.19
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
Well I think this mission was a great surprise. I was glad to find out
that Ens Cora was promoted to Ltjg. I am looking forward to building an
emotion chip for Dakar so that he might know what it feels like to have
emotions.
::End Log::

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Personal Log
9612.19
USS Agamemnon
Ens/Ltjg Cora Landakai

::Begin Log::

Well, I finally did something. I analyzed stars. ::shrugs:: Ain't that bad
though I sometimes wonder why I left Ssan. But anyway... I don't mind or
anything. Though I am disturbed upon my sister's recent kidnapping. But I did
get promoted so that kinda made me happy. Ah well. ::pets lion:: I hope
everything'll turnout okay. I really hope she can take care of herself.

::End Log::

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::Still sitting on bed::

Computer, Begin Personal Log.

{S Beep}

We are going to a Nebula. I was part of an AT and we beamed down to a planet.
There were some problems. We returned safefully, I was glad to be back.

Computer, End Personal Log.

{S Beep}

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Cdr Dakar Personal Log Stardate 9612.19

What the crew has experienced, can only be described officially as a mass
halucination. It would seem that the entire galaxy appeared to contain the
properties normally associated with the old Earth Christian custom of
erecting an evergreen tree indoors and decorating it with various
ornamentation in a festive manner. The stars that were missing, where like a
strand of lights, said to be a common decoration on the said evergreen trees,
who's wiring had developed a short circuit, which also drained our
shields. The crew still only vaguely recalls the experience, as if we were
all in a dreamlike state when it occured, and we have since resumed normal
ship activities.

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9612.26
USS Agamemnon
Ltjg Cora Landakai

::Open Log::

This is very strange. I, myself, have never dealt with the Maquis so I have
no idea how to approach this situation. But I can think of one good thing
that came out of all this, I finally got a staff to push around. I actually
find it very enjoyable. Maybe I'll put in a request for a ASO. ::considers
it:: But I don't want them screwing up any of my experiments. Especially that
one on hyper-terraforming. I have as of yet to really see any results though.
I hear they did something like this that was a
complete disaster called the Genesis Experiment. But I think I'll see if I
can't make it work. Why not? But considering... I still want a staff. Maybe
I'll get one soon. It might be fun. ::mockingly:: Run Ensign! Do my
bidding... ::laughs:: I wouldn't be that cruel... Ah well.

::Close Log::

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Personal Log
9612.27
USS Agamemnon
Lt Jalara

Telekinesis is going to be a lot of help. Transporting myself is just the
begining, and that Ensign is going to be in a lot of trouble when he finds
out that I can create forcefields and move things, like his phaser, too. I
can't do all that much without my staff, but telekineticly I'm getting much
stronger.
I'm really glad Sala gave me that staff before she went to Earth. It's such
a nice gift, and it must have taken her years to make the thing. On Kilynata
that dark red wood is rare, and to find a piece as tall as I am and that
thick must've taken a lot of exploring.
Poor Sala. When Kilynata was destroyed by the Shadows Sala was only 8. Then
we had to leave.... I wonder how much she remembers before the namarthla
came. She was 4 when the fighting started, and I had just turned 10. I'm
surprised I remember, but with total recal I don't guess I should be. I can
remember every detail of the last fight with the namarthla on Kilynata. Those
awful Shadows that killed and entire planet. ::shudders at the thought:: I
should be preparing myself for the next fight with them,
but they killed my planet and my family, except Sala. Sometimes I almost
wish they got her, but I don't know what I'd do without the kid, and I don't
think I could send her or my worst enemy (that's not already a Shadow) to the
namarthla. That's worse than death.
The jump between times made Sala as old as I am and I'll have to get used to
it. I don't think 14 year old kids are allowed to be security officers on any
ship, unless there are some wild exceptions, and I guess I'm pretty lucky
that everyone here understands. She's lucky that Danarra was on vacation at
the time, it'll be another week before anybody expects to see Dana back. I
don't know what she'll do then, but Sala always has a plan, and she's
probably got it all figured out now.
::sighs:: We're lucky we're not dead.

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Cdr Dakar Personal Log Stardate 9612.26

Lieutenant Worf has recently begun work to produce an emotion ship to
integrate into my positronic brain. Since I am based closely on
specifications of Commander Data of the Enterprise D, and he was equiped with
such a device, the same should be possible for me. I havve retrieved from
Starfleet archives, the specifications used by Lieutenant Commander Harsh of
Space Station Nigala to construct my neural network, however records indicate
the prototype was accidentally destroyed since it was built as a
sophisticated holodeck program and the holodeck system of the Nigala
suffered some severe equipment failures durring an attack.

The specifications that were retrievable are as follows:
The neural network utilizes a quad-layered approach to data storage,
obviously two of the levels being intermediary transparent levels, and are
multiplexed to an array of twenty 256 bit processors, some designated to
control of specific tasks such as optical recognition, sound recognition,
environmental analysis, movement, and sound vocalization. The processors run
in parallel with integrated, dual-buffered bus arcitecture that allows each
processor to act independently yet work together to solve a
problem. The average timing speed of the processors is rated at 23
gigahertz, but are regulated by a data coupling modulator to prevent strain
on the system from overheated circuitry. The opti-circuitry is rated to
handle up to 175 degrees on the Celcius scale, and the temperature is
regulated through the structures normal regulatory system linked to the
respiration. Most of the coding is done in a Modulo-Hyper Object language
designed specifically for machine-inteligence systems design. Any emotion
chip will have to take these current net specifications into consideration.

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Perosonal Log
9701.02
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
I, again, got to space walk. I am hoping to work on an emotion chip for
Cdr Dakar. He is going to send me his specifications pretty soon. Jora
isn't talking to me anymore. I don't know whether I should feel relieved or
depressed. Gotta go.
::End Log::

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Personal Log
9701.02
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

::Begin Log::
I found this mission quite resting. I like going out on the hull and
the feeling of having no gravity.
::End Log::

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Personal Log
9701.03
USS Agamemnon
Lt Jalara

Sala is comming to visit! She left a few weeks ago for Earth. She was doing
some research on the namarthla and the planet of Thenitha. Something made
her come back to the Agamemnon. She seemed scared of something when I was
talking to her the other day. Not much can scare my sister, and I wonder that
happened that frightened her so.
I'm almost finished building Sala's knife. She broke it during the last
fight and I promised that I'd rebuild it for her. It's all I can do for her,
I mean, she gave me my staff. It's the best staff I've ever had. Much better
than Dad's.... ::fights back tears:: Anyway, it's the best thing she's ever
done for me, and it was nice for her to know that I fight best with a staff.
She rarely does something nice for me, and I guess I should repay her for it.
Sala, she probably doesn't remember when Dad died. I took her and Mom away
so fast I don't think she'd have time to remember. That's when I took Dad's
staff. I fought well with it, but when Mom was taken... it broke when I saved
Sala. She was just a little girl. There was nobody left on Thenitha to help
us, and if my kinetic abilities hadn't advanced just then neither one of us
would have lived to fight the namarthla that last time on Thenitha. And if
we hadn't fought then... who knows. I don't even
like to think about it, and Sala is so much stronger than she thinks she is.
::laughs:: I probably am too. Dad always said that I had no self-confidence.
::tear falls to the table:: I miss them so much. Gedola and Miclais. They
were my best friends and I couldn't even save them from those blasted
Shadows. And my parents. I'm so lucky that I could even save Sala, and
sometimes I wish I didn't. Sala can be such a pain sometimes, but she's the
greatest sister I've had. ::laughs:: I've had two in two
different lives and they were the same person.
I wonder what happened to Krepta? I know that I'm her and she's me and that
doesn't make any sence at all, but where is she? Will she and Danarra ever
come back to this time? Or are they stuck forever in what used to be called
the Winds of Time? What a stupid name. I don't think that Thenithan and
Standard translate very well. The name of the stone on my staff and my
circlet is called a "Moonstone." Thenitha didn't have any moons. And a
moonstone isn't green, it's sparkly and offwhite.
Anyways, I can't wait until she get's here. Maybe we can find Thenitha again
and locate all of the namarthla . It'd be interesting to fight again, but I'm
not exactly looking foward to it. In a couple million years they're sure to
have some new skills and I'll bet that they're tougher to beat now than
before. ::shivers::
I think I hate the namarthla more than I hate that stupid Q Sala named
Adonais. He's such a jerk.

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Personal Log
9701.03
USS Agamemnon
Dr. Cora Landakai

::Open Log::

It was wierd. I haven't really done any telepathic healing since the wars
ended. I had forgotten that it took a lot of energy. ::reminisces:: I can't
believe I miss those days. I guess I just can't handle peacetime, even if I
only was a Doctor and a Scientist. At least back home, I can always depend
on the Assassins needing my help. Ah well. maybe I'm just homesick. Oh
yeah... My pet kitten Jon gave to me, Mandris, and my pet Lion Rea are
actually nice to eachother... that is also wierd. Hmm... I hear
there's a fighter squadron who needs a good doctor... It would make for a
nice transfer... but I don't think I'll leave just yet.

::Close Log::

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Personal Log
9701.10
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

:::Begin Log:::
This mission really sucked. Ltjg Cora resigned from Starfleet and
joined the Marine Corp. That was all we needed was another simmer to resign.
This ship is beginning to fall apart. When I first came to this ship it was
pretty nice to have 18-20 loyal simmers but, know the most that come are 6-7.
You can't run a ship with so few people. Why don't the USF recruiters do
their damn job and get us some more people. One part was particularly
amusing. This was when Jora tried to seduce Dakar, just
old times. What was really funny was when Dakar said that age-old Data
line: "I have all the capabilities of a full, grown male." I was rolling on
the floor at that point. That was hilarious! Right know I think I'll go
pester some people in Ten Forward Lounge. I love to hear people scream
bloody murder at me when I piss them off and what is really cool is when they
attack me, I get to improve my defensive techniques.

::End Log::

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Personal Log
9701.10
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

:::Begin Log:::
This mission really sucked. Ltjg Cora resigned from Starfleet and
joined the Marine Corp. That was all we needed was another simmer to resign.
This ship is beginning to fall apart. When I first came to this ship it was
pretty nice to have 18-20 loyal simmers but, know the most that come are 6-7.
You can't run a ship with so few people. Why don't the USF recruiters do
their damn job and get us some more people. One part was particularly
amusing. This was when Jora tried to seduce Dakar, just
old times. What was really funny was when Dakar said that age-old Data
line: "I have all the capabilities of a full, grown male." I was rolling on
the floor at that point. That was hilarious! Right know I think I'll go
pester some people in Ten Forward Lounge. I love to hear people scream
bloody murder at me when I piss them off and what is really cool is when they
attack me, I get to improve my defensive techniques.

::End Log::

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Personal Log
9701.10
USS Agamemnon
Lt Worf3

:::Begin Log:::
This mission really sucked. Ltjg Cora resigned from Starfleet and
joined the Marine Corp. That was all we needed was another simmer to resign.
This ship is beginning to fall apart. When I first came to this ship it was
pretty nice to have 18-20 loyal simmers but, know the most that come are 6-7.
You can't run a ship with so few people. Why don't the USF recruiters do
their damn job and get us some more people. One part was particularly
amusing. This was when Jora tried to seduce Dakar, just
old times. What was really funny was when Dakar said that age-old Data
line: "I have all the capabilities of a full, grown male." I was rolling on
the floor at that point. That was hilarious! Right know I think I'll go
pester some people in Ten Forward Lounge. I love to hear people scream
bloody murder at me when I piss them off and what is really cool is when they
attack me, I get to improve my defensive techniques.

::End Log::

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Cdr Dakar Personal Log 9701.16

This mission has me perplexed. Not only does the information from our
informant seem to be incorrect, but this could not have come at a worse time,
with the problems concerning the sensor array. I am not certain exactly why
the Agamemnon was called on this mission, but we were told that we were the
only ship close enough to this sector to get there before the station could
become fully operational. This seems to almost fit together, as the Warbird
appeared only after we began our retreat. I am
concerned that we have been lead astray, for what purpose and by whom, I
cannot currently comprehend.

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Ltjg Thracken Solo
Personal Log Stardate: 9701.30

:::begin log:::

I finally made it!!! I am now a full Lieutenant and I'm head of Engineering,
well at least until Worf returns, and thats with a big IF on it. I know for
one thing, it goes no where but up from here, and I plan on doing nothing
else. We finally got a day to recouperate in a starbase's dock and I actually
got a few things done in Engineering. Me and Ens Mavrk got the sensor dish
back up and working again, but the hard part has yet to come: the Cloak. I
dread ahving to work on that infernal thing, and if
one things for sure, I ain't testing it while we are outbound. If its going
to be tested, it'll be done right here at Starbase 102, no if's and's or
but's. I'm putting my foot down because I don't want this ship to fly apart
on me. It makes me look bad, not to mention the Captain.

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Capt Dakar Personal Log Stardate 9701.30

My becoming captain has been an interesting experience so far. To think over
time all the captains and first officers we have had... Captain Blackmon and
Commander Allen, Captain Jayla and Commander David, Captain Shearn, Captain
Badon, and now myself. I only hope I am able to lead this vessel and its
crew in a manner that will make the Agamemnon one of the best ships in the
fleet. I have always strived for excellence, and I hope the future will be
kind to ship and personnel alike.

Becoming captain has brought up an issue which can once again be addressed
with the return of Lieutenant Worf, which is the development of an emotion
chip. Such an addition to my programming should allow me to better handle
situations with the crew, and better understand the emotions that drive the
people on board. Since my design was based on that of Commander Data of the
Enterprise D / E, I am certain that Worf should be able to access
specifications of the emotion chip used in that instance.

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Stardate 9702.06
Computer, open log
We are on the planet Kroogle with no way of contacting Agamemnon for beamup.
This frightens me. Luckily, all of the team is uninjured so far. perhaps, if
the the High Priestess returns, she can help restore our commnunicator power
source, so we
can get off the planet before any disaster strikes.

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Personal Log
9702.06
USS Agamemnon
Lieutenant Worf3
::Personal Log::
I am glad to be back. The Agamemnon has a much more friendly atmosphere
than some of the planet's I visited on my shore leave. On one of the
planet's I had sit down to have an Ale and some thug bumped into me. He drew
his knife before I drew mine and slashed me across the face. I mad him
regret that. He is probably still in a corner somewhere grieving over his
losses.
I sure could have used Jora during that power outage. She would have
been a lot of help. We could've got the power back online in half the time
it took me. I look forward to seeing her soon.
::End Log::

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Personal Log
9702.16
USS Agamemnon
First Lt Jalara
Krepta is dead. Sala and Adonis are... well... errr... somewhat attached to
each other now, and he won't use his Q powers anymore. I gave the Emerald
Moonstone back to him, but I don't know what he's going to do with it.
::stares at her screen for a moment and thinks::
I'm going to go for a swim later, maybe to get my mind off things, maybe
just to do something. I'm sick of waiting for the shadows. Truely sick of it.
I-
::breaks off and starts to cry::
Who am I kidding? Krepta's gone now. What even makes me think that these
people will still want me here? ::pulls herself togeather:: No. Krepta
wouldn't have given up the Agamemnon for anything, and neither will I. No
matter what.
::one last tear runs down her cheek and hits her desk::
What have I done? Krepta could have been my best friend, she was like
myself, ::cocks her head:: well, maybe not like me, but I am her and she is
me, but when she died it was like I no longer had any reason for being here.
::closes her eyes:: And because of me and Sala and the shadows... Krepta and
Dana are gone now. They won't and can't come back and it's my fault.
::lays her head in her hands::
Mavrick really seemed to care about what happened to Sala. He seems nice...
but immortal? That's almost as far fetched as Krepta thought the namarthla
and I were. ::cringes:: Anything can happen.
And what about this Nomist guy? I've heard a rumor that he's comming to the
Agamemnon. Krepta and him used to be... well.... She and Sala have more in
common that Krepta and I do. ::usual smirk::
And Cobek's back? He used to be Krepta's CO. ::smirk broadens:: Not
anymore....
::stands and leaves the room, only to come back in wearing her dark green
swim suit and carring a grey towel, then switches off her computer and walks
out of her cabin::

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-=/\=- United Space Federation
First Lieutenant Cobek
Personal Log SD 9602.19
BEGIN LOG

I have arrived here on the ship yesterday, and I have run into a couple
of old friends. To my amazement, Krepta, my X-girlfriend is now a 15 year
old girl named Jalara!!! She still has not told me the whole story, but now
it seems kinda weird being around her...
The only four other crew members that I am still familiar with on this
ship would be Nomist, the Q. Giana, the ships counselour. Solo, the "jedi
knight", and of course, our dear android captain, Dakar.
Tomarrow I officially start duty, until then, I am going to walk about
the ship and remanese....

END LOG

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Personal Log
9702.20
USS Agamemnon
FstLt Worf3
::Begin Log::

This mission kept me pretty busy. If I wasn't running around in circles in
Engineering I was doing it on the Bridge. I hope we never go back to that
planet again. I think I'll relax in my quarters for a while and maybe watch
some TV. I might even go to the holodeck and play some golf in the Master's
tournamant of 97'. I hope that Greg Norman doesn't screw up like he did in
the 96' tournament against Nick Faldo. I couldn't believe how bad he screwed
up that year. In the next few tournaments he
didn't do to well.

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Capt Dakar Personal Log Stardate 9702.13

I believe things are finally starting to settle down aboard the Agamemnon.
Hopefully with the new influx of ensigns to fill the open positions, and the
return of some former crewmembers, the crew will start to come together more.
I only hope that sometime soon, starfleet will see fit to assign a first
officer to our vessel to help the stabilization of the crew.

I am looking forward to Worf working on an emotion chip for my positronic
brain. I believe that since I have achieved the rank of Captain, it would be
in my best interest to be better able to understand these humanoid
conditions. I believe Worf should be working on this, and have a prototype
to test within the next few weeks.

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-=/\=- Starfleet Personal Log Database
____________________________________________
First Lieutenant Cobek
Personal Log Entry- 2
Star Date- 9602.25
USS Agamemnon
____________________________________________

Well, this has been an exciting first week back..... We encoutered a
Maqui Raider that somehow gained our access codes, and stole equipment and
took Dakar and Ensign Tarj hostage... We got Dakar back, but... Tarj didn't
make it off the Raider before we blew it up....
I have been talking with Lieutenant Giana, and I think her diagnosis is
completely insane <g> After looking at my profile, she looked at me and
asked "What happened with the frog that said moo"....... Uh-oh I thought,
this is the end, I will be in the Aggie's Mental Help quarters, but I kindly
explained to her that it was only a joke, and I think she beleived me.... <<
Look at my AOL profile >>
I am reporting to the bridge, we are now going to go pick up the captain
and supplies on a nearby planet (Thats where the maqui left him).

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Capt Dakar Personal Log Stardate 9702.27

This planet seems to be some sort of Maquis stronghold. They seem to have
been using this as a base for their recent escalation of attacks against the
Federation, mostly as raids to obtain hard to get supplies and technology.
If the Federation could eliminate the Maquis presence on this planet, I
believe that the Maquis would be relatively crippled, and would be lacking
the resources to be the proverbial thorn in the Federation's side.

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Jora stoode silent. Night had fallen and a few moons lay scattered through
the crisp black sky. Millions of stars dotted the sky, like freckles on
God's face, Jora thought. She had pearched herself on a tall cliff, below
her was a large lake, shinning black liquid in the night, reflecting the
stars and making it seems like the whole place was just a peice of space that
happened to fall out of sky and lodge itself onto this planet. She had
secertly beamed down a little bit of nesesary supplies to the
planets surface. Now setteled in her little camp, she had begone to wonder
exactly what she had done. If all this was for a good purpose, and if the
Maquis wouldn't take her back, where would she go then? Jora burried her
head in her hands. She had dug herself into a hole and now, there was no way
out. She slowly reached for a PADD and begain on writing a small Personal
log, with the right excutiment, she would be able to get it to the ship. For
a short moment, Jora lingered in the rature of the
thought of just how clever she was at computers, but how clueless she was
when it came to "other" things.

Personal Log
9703.3
USS Agamemnon
Ens Jora

::Begin Log::
My life has been a roller coaster ride. Swirling around in circles,
sickening, but somehow in a starnge and bewildering sence, it has been fun.
I marvel at this. So strange it all seems to me. My mother was a Maquis, as
with my sister, Roxanna Angel Oskar. It did not surprise me when i became
one as well, but the warmth of Starfleet called to me, and so I joined. I
had turned my back on the people I grew up with, my mother's friends. But
yet these are the same people who stole Roxanna's baby.
They took her from Roxy in the night and she has never seen her baby since
then. Are these the kind of people who I would be happy with?
I remember my first days on the Agamemnon, so very very very very very very
very long ago. Well, not that long, but certainly long enough. I never
thought I would grow to love her as much as I had done. I regret leaving.
But I somehow believe that I had to. But, I'll miss Dakar and Worf, I
consider them my good friends, and everyone else...::sob::
::Ens Log::

Jora leaned back against a tree, her thin frame was siloheted in the
moonlight and she closed her eyes. A sweet voice floated through the air,
it was like light, pure in form. It whispered sweetly a song.......

Here you stand at the crossroads of life...
One side fire, the other side fright.....
And how will you know
which way to turn...
But listen, soon, you'll learn....
You can't trun your back
Your headed dead straite
Your on a one-way path
One way will stand out from the other
Follow your heart
Not the one of another.....