Post by William Waring on Oct 22, 2021 6:50:20 GMT
[Log Starts]
The log begins with Will looking around the screen before finally staring into the recording sensor.
"I never understand how anyone can use these things without knowing exactly where the sensor is..." he muttered as he checked his hair (presumably in a mirror out of frame). Suddenly his attention jumps back to the sensors again "Oh. It's recording! I suppose I did ask it to do that... a voice confirmation would be nice though". He sits up in his seat as the tinkling of a dog's collar is heard in the background. "What is it, Exy? No, you can't have more cheese... alright one more piece, but that's it!" conceded the man, apparently forgetting to pause the recording again.
Finally once his attention was brought back from his canine comrade he began to actually record his log.
"Personal Log, Stardate... uh... I'll edit that in later. Anyway, I got my transfer request approved back to my first posting but if I'm honest I think they just wanted to get rid of me at Starbase 74 after I nearly wiped the entire computer core of the USS Portland while assisting SOSS (Starfleet Operational Support Services) in its upgrade. Honestly though, how was I supposed to know their computers were altered during their last mission?"
Will waves his hands back and forth "I'm getting off track. I'm back! That is the point of this log! Technically we are back, isn't that right Exy!" he said joyfully as he picks up the beagle to show the recorder "Oy, I said one piece!" he reminded the beagle as it tried to eat off Will's plate. Will scratched behind Excelsior's ear for a moment before setting him back down on the deck.
"We are back in our starting location and honestly I'm not sure I could feel better about it. Yes working with SOSS was a rewarding experience but it wasn't this. Don't get me wrong, I love paperwork and bureaucratic red tape as much as any gold shirt, but there was never any real variety. Every day you would wake up, work on the same task as the day before, and when that was done you'd be shifted to another ship that was in for upgrade. When anything regarding the transporter if replaced, repaired, or even just removed and put back it is regulation to have the Transporter run a test cycle to ensure that some science officer isn't subject to a malfunction. I swear I did fifty of those cycles a day when on 74, and that doesn't include the maintenance I had to do on the holodeck computers. Both systems are extremely dangerous if used incorrectly yet the holodeck has lax requirements after parts are pulled. It is no surprise that so many of them are reported to be utter deathtraps!" he stopped to take a breath and sip his coffee before continuing "But here I get the fun assignments! Sure I may just be pressing buttons and monitoring data transfers but at least I know that it isn't always the same button or the same data being transferred. Variety is the spice of life as they say, and when you are as bland as me you want all the spice you can get... anyways, I have to unpack. End Log."
The log continues to run as Will gets up and walks to the far side of the observable room and is seen picking up a box before looking over and seeing the log still active. A faint "Shit" was heard as he tripped and fell as he scrambled to turn the log off. Having disappeared below the sight line of the sensor, only a hand reappeared to press the keystroke to end the log.
[End Log]
The log begins with Will looking around the screen before finally staring into the recording sensor.
"I never understand how anyone can use these things without knowing exactly where the sensor is..." he muttered as he checked his hair (presumably in a mirror out of frame). Suddenly his attention jumps back to the sensors again "Oh. It's recording! I suppose I did ask it to do that... a voice confirmation would be nice though". He sits up in his seat as the tinkling of a dog's collar is heard in the background. "What is it, Exy? No, you can't have more cheese... alright one more piece, but that's it!" conceded the man, apparently forgetting to pause the recording again.
Finally once his attention was brought back from his canine comrade he began to actually record his log.
"Personal Log, Stardate... uh... I'll edit that in later. Anyway, I got my transfer request approved back to my first posting but if I'm honest I think they just wanted to get rid of me at Starbase 74 after I nearly wiped the entire computer core of the USS Portland while assisting SOSS (Starfleet Operational Support Services) in its upgrade. Honestly though, how was I supposed to know their computers were altered during their last mission?"
Will waves his hands back and forth "I'm getting off track. I'm back! That is the point of this log! Technically we are back, isn't that right Exy!" he said joyfully as he picks up the beagle to show the recorder "Oy, I said one piece!" he reminded the beagle as it tried to eat off Will's plate. Will scratched behind Excelsior's ear for a moment before setting him back down on the deck.
"We are back in our starting location and honestly I'm not sure I could feel better about it. Yes working with SOSS was a rewarding experience but it wasn't this. Don't get me wrong, I love paperwork and bureaucratic red tape as much as any gold shirt, but there was never any real variety. Every day you would wake up, work on the same task as the day before, and when that was done you'd be shifted to another ship that was in for upgrade. When anything regarding the transporter if replaced, repaired, or even just removed and put back it is regulation to have the Transporter run a test cycle to ensure that some science officer isn't subject to a malfunction. I swear I did fifty of those cycles a day when on 74, and that doesn't include the maintenance I had to do on the holodeck computers. Both systems are extremely dangerous if used incorrectly yet the holodeck has lax requirements after parts are pulled. It is no surprise that so many of them are reported to be utter deathtraps!" he stopped to take a breath and sip his coffee before continuing "But here I get the fun assignments! Sure I may just be pressing buttons and monitoring data transfers but at least I know that it isn't always the same button or the same data being transferred. Variety is the spice of life as they say, and when you are as bland as me you want all the spice you can get... anyways, I have to unpack. End Log."
The log continues to run as Will gets up and walks to the far side of the observable room and is seen picking up a box before looking over and seeing the log still active. A faint "Shit" was heard as he tripped and fell as he scrambled to turn the log off. Having disappeared below the sight line of the sensor, only a hand reappeared to press the keystroke to end the log.
[End Log]
