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Time to look for the author...*** Personal Log Entry: Erei'Arrain T'Shana cha'AAnikh - "Bequest" |
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All of this log was recorded the night after the mess hall incident involving Svonn and T'Shana, though it will be posted in parts as a means to explain some of T'Shana's recent past.
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"Computer... begin personal log entry... Erei'Arrain T'Shana cha'AAnikh... put the appropriate stardate with it..."
The computer beeps in acknowledgment, as T'Shana paces back and forth in her quarters. She looks a bit frazzled, her hair in disarray, her pupils slightly dilated. After finally cooling down enough in the shower a few hours ago, she made it to bed. Only through fierce meditation, she was able to find enough calm to try and sleep some, though not for long.
And now she is up again, unable to keep her restless mind from dreaming about the events in the mess hall, and everything that led up to her being here right now, on this ship. She fidgets around with the tie belt of her robe, trying to fasten it around her waist. It just seems as if her fingers don't want to do as she wishes.
"Damn tie... ugh..."
She stops her pacing, shaking her head.
"Don't record that."
She sighs and finally succeeds in tying the belt. After getting herself a steaming cup of tea, T'Shana sits down on the couch, propping her feet up against the coffee table. She takes a couple of small sips of her beverage, grimacing as the tea is too hot to drink.
"Wait..... Computer... I want this log set up as sort of a testament... accessible only in the case of my death... however many passwords you'd have to slap on that is fine with me."
"Acknowledged."
The computer bleeps a few times.
"Bequest will be forwarded to Captain Jazmine Mergahn and Erei'Riov Ronov tr'Daelk upon confirmation of your demise."
T'Shana blows on the steaming cup. The gears in her head clearly turning.
"I also want Doctor Noah Fyrstk and... Lt. Commander Svonn to have a copy.... Is that possible? .... Oh, and Lt. JG Maxwell Ghraeme..."
"Affirmative. Copies of bequest may be forwarded to as many people as you wish."
Once again, there are a few beeps.
"Good... then I want those three added... and until then, no one can have access aside from me..."
"Acknowledged. Please specify password."
While the computer bleeps and clicks again, T'Shana considers what password to us. It would have to be a long password, not easily broken, and yet simple enough for her to remember.
"Alright... make the password.......... 'Irruhah Hfehan're-a Shinzon'."
Once more, the computer acknowledges with a bleeping.
"And you are certain that neither Captain Mergahn nor Erei'Riov Ronov can gain access to this BEFORE my death?"
"Affirmative. All testaments, last wills, or bequests are restricted to Admiralty or higher clearance level, on a need-to-know basis only, unless justifiable reasons exist to believe the file contains imperative data for the security of the Federation or its representatives."
She sinks back against the cushion of the couch with a prolonged sigh. Her lips purse and she continues blowing on the tea, despite the thinning of the steam indicating that it has cooled sufficiently.
"I suppose that has to do... I just don't want anyone to get into it right now and tear my head off for it... but I don't want the information to be lost either..."
Taking a few sips of the tempered beverage, she ponders on where to start.
"Alright... sooo, once again....... Computer, begin recording... personal log entry... Erei'Arrain T'Shana cha'AAnikh... USS Athena... whatever stardate it is today..."
A soft tweedle comes from the computer to confirm.
"I've only been aboard this ship for a few days and already things have become more complicated than I wish they would have. ... There are many things weighing heavily on my mind, least of all the mess I've created with my pon'farr-like phase, which has reached its full bloom once again... though, it's probably mostly because of it that I have trouble sleeping. I have determined to enlist Doctor Fyrstk's help in finding relieve... no, not in that way... I mean, he offered me the possibility that he could find out the underlying problem and possibly concoct a remedy... after all, it can't be pon'farr... I'm not Vulcan... and who better to know my physiology than another half breed...
"Though, for most of my life I had been led to believe I had Vulcan blood running through my veins. ...ugh... I can't rightly blame my mother, she was deceived. Coming to grips with my Romulan... Rihannsu heritage is only one of the things I'm grappling with at the moment.... though it was the revelation of that fact that got everything rolling... it seems...
"Since I'm unable to find peace of mind, while the matters around keeping my real identity a secret and the events that led me to end up here on the Athena haunt me. Despite my lies, I actually want people to know... after my death. The thought of people left in confusion over my identity and actions and morals... well, it doesn't sit right with me. I don't like being thought of as the villain of the story... I'm not. I just have the uncanny ability to get myself into the most tightest spots and of course... I have to admit, I have made some really bad decision in the past few months. ...ugh... It's so unlike me... I used to be so focused, so professional... at least I thought I had always been...
"Anyways... it all started about... five months ago, while I was serving on the USS Columbia....."
..........TBC
