<USS Eagle> Helm's Personal Log
- From: SolanDahl@xxxxxxx
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- Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 11:04:42 EDT
Personal Log
Stardate 0410.20
What the heck am I doing here?!?!? Well, I know what I'm doing here.
I'm following Gwen's orders and she needed a pilot. Apparently I'm the only
one she could find, or at least the only one that she wanted to bring. Maybe
she wanted to torment me, who knows. Now I'm on some away mission with
something spooky happening. Doc Melody is seeing ghosts! Real Live Ghosts!!
Err, well . . . I suppose they really aren't alive . . . and if they aren't
alive, can they be real? I mean, real in the sense of materialized? Who
knows.
The point is, I'm on one of the Eagle's weird missions!
At least Gwen was nice enough to allow me to stay on the Falcon. Of
course, I was left alone. Hey! I was left alone!
PAUSE RECORDING
Lost turned and looked at the PADD that he always carried with him.
But this PADD had something new on it. He had found a way to take several of
his favorite games and put them on one, ordinary looking PADD. That way, if
someone spied him "working" on a PADD they would think he was doing real work.
Even though he was playing a game.
He really wanted to play the game right now. It was calling his name
and getting louder and louder.
"NO!!" He shouted to the PADD, then his face got really red. He
realized he was yelling at an inanimate object and that was just plain silly.
RESUME RECORDING
Okay, even though my game is calling. I have to much work and people
are counting me. It really is too bad.
END Personal Log
Lt. jg. Tru Lee Lost
Helmsman/gammer extraodinaire
USS Eagle
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