Professional Procrastinators

Captain’s Log – Supplemental – Stardate 86088.5
Ensign Christopher Campbell commanding. Captain Qat’Anmek and all other senior personnel aboard the U.S.S. Falcon are dead, leaving me in command. The Borg have left us disabled in their wake of destruction while assaulting Vega Colony. However, we are conducting emergency repairs with the intent of returning to the battle.

Command. On his very first engagement, Campbell had been forced into a leadership role, and he felt that he was nowhere near ready for the responsibility. But, a responsibility it was, and he was determined to do his best. He told the crew that they were going to re-engage the Borg, which they had to know was against all odds. However, not one word of protest had been uttered. That meant that the crew trusted him, which gave him all the confidence he needed, at the moment.

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Ensign Christopher Campbell – Personal Log – Stardate 86088.5
The Borg have attacked Vega Colony. A small fleet of Federation starships are the only thing standing in their way. And, my ship, the U.S.S. Falcon, is a member of that fleet.

Ensign Campbell dropped into his seat at the Ops station and ran a quick sensor sweep. A single Borg Cube was pushing through Vega Colony’s defenses. Scrambling to intercept the intruder were two dozen Federation starships. They had not expected any form of attack, and thus were not stationed for defense.

They had certainly not expected a Borg attack. Admiral Janeway’s nanovirus was thought to have defeated the Borg three decades earlier. While some had suspected the Borg of surviving, common thought said otherwise.

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Ensign Christopher Campbell – Personal Log – Stardate 86088.4
The U.S.S. Falcon arrived at Vega Colony two days ago. Given the number of other Federation vessels here, the place appears to be a jumping-off point for operations on the Klingon border. We’ve taken on sufficient supplies for a six month cruise, and we’ll be heading out tomorrow.

The door hissed open in front of him, and Christopher Campbell stepped into the ship’s lounge. One of the few recreation areas on the small ship, it was currently packed with just about every off-duty crewman. Of course, that still only numbered about thirty people. Miranda-class vessels weren’t known for their size.

Walking over to the replicator, Campbell ordered a Bolian tonic water. His friend, Imjim, had turned him onto it over the course of their years at the Academy. He found the taste to be decent, but it was the drink’s calming qualities that he most enjoyed. And, right now, he needed to relax.

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Captain’s Log – Stardate 86047.8
U.S.S. Renaissance en route to the planet Maru at maximum warp. We received a general distress call that was broadcasting on all frequencies, however the message was jammed before any details could be learned. Other Starfleet vessels are responding, but we’ll be the first to arrive.

Christopher Campbell sat forward in his command chair, his left hand aimlessly rubbing his chin. He didn’t like the odds. Not one bit. When going into any situation, information is the key to success. At the moment, he had no idea what was going on, which had put him on edge. He stood and quickly crossed the bridge to stand next to the Bolian sitting at the Ops station.

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