Admiral's Personal Log Supplemental
Hunter paced around the suite he shared with Jack. He had expected more to go wrong today, the fact that it hadn't was hitting him like phantom punches. He could feel the blow but clearly the glove had never made contact. He knew that he needed to settle down if he was to be prepared when she returned from space dock. The idea of an entire space dock having been put together so quickly was difficult to encompass. Clearly fleet wanted this to happen badly. Was it the improved engines that made it happen so quickly' Perhaps it was the increased firepower and auto regenerating frequency modulation that the refitted ships were equipped with' It may even have been the increased efficiency of the electro plasmic conduits and sturdier magneto relays.
Hunter shook his head, for Starfleet it was all of these things that had brought such prompt action. For the Legion of Destruction, it had only taken one thing for them to want to act quickly. They had sacrificed one of their Vice Admirals to this place. He had gone not only willingly but had forced them to take his resignation. They repaid him by giving him yet another command. Getting out of Starfleet was easy, getting out of the Legion wasn't possible. Once in they were loyal unto death.
Hunter sat on the couch; he crossed his legs and laid a cheek on a fist whose elbow as driven into the arm of that couch. He knew the answer that neither Starfleet nor the Legion was willing to recognize. He keyed the band on his wrist, the badge given when he became part of this house. The high pitched tones told him all was ready.
"Admiral's Personal Log Supplemental,
Stardate: 89895.3
I know that I should be saying former admiral, but I can't help feeling the burden even now as I am light years away from the action. I don't miss war, few warriors ever miss war. It is the struggle we miss, the battle that puts you on the edge of a Bat"leth between life and death. Until I no longer feel this way, I will continue to consider myself Admiral Hunter K"lar. This is not why I have opened this log though.
As much as I miss my comrades in arms, and they have been gone from me for some time now. I miss her more. She is but a transport away and yet I still feel that somehow I am incomplete. It is her talent that has allowed the near miraculous change in the spaceways above. The docks are located near Arabrab, one of the moons. This was considered necessary in light of the recent elections that took place. We were not in a position to guarantee good will from any of the candidates so we set up in secret. Franklin Drake from Section 13 still lurks out there in the darkness. I can feel him out there, well not feel exactly. I am not Betazed, but I do know how he thinks. This thing between him and Jack is not over. Commander Drake is too stubborn to take a loss, especially to one he considers to be his inferior. Will the man ever learn to open his eyes" Jack has already proven to be more proficient in her designs than the entirety of Memory Alpha. Drake needs to back off; he will become violent over this and force me to kill him. This is not something I admit to lightly. I know what happens when this entry is discovered. If I could somehow divine what it is he really wants, then I may be able to turn it to my advantage. His claim of needing to discover who is not who they claim to be is plausible but there is more that he won't share.
Jack has been a wonder, I feel guilty for throwing her into this plan with the fleet refits. She leaves here tired, and comes back exhausted. I do what I can for her. When she is too exhausted to move out of bed, bring everything to her. Private time for us is difficult to come by when a new set of ships arrive up there. Always it seems to begin with the same struggle. Jack is forced to prove herself to every chief engineer that ever manned a space ship. I hate that, and would face it down myself beforehand if she would allow it. She is adamant though, and goes through the motions over and over. I love that in her.
I was a little untruthful with her the other day. I knew that a new wing had come in, yet I enticed her away with a day at the hot springs. I had an amazing time in the warm mineral rich water. I believe she did as well, though she did seem quite angry when she discovered my rouse. I think she should be nearly ready to get over that by now. She left days ago to begin the refits. The process is always the same; she takes the chief engineers through the process of the refit and the watches over them as they try to mirror her work. I believe her goal may include being completely done with Starfleet, so that she can focus more attention on us. She really is something, my Jack.
In the background of the recording a young dark haired woman entered through the doorway. She smiled across to Hunter and began to speak. Before she could get out any words Hunter's hand keyed the wrist band once more and closed the log. It was time to pamper Jack for another job well done.
Hunter paced around the suite he shared with Jack. He had expected more to go wrong today, the fact that it hadn't was hitting him like phantom punches. He could feel the blow but clearly the glove had never made contact. He knew that he needed to settle down if he was to be prepared when she returned from space dock. The idea of an entire space dock having been put together so quickly was difficult to encompass. Clearly fleet wanted this to happen badly. Was it the improved engines that made it happen so quickly' Perhaps it was the increased firepower and auto regenerating frequency modulation that the refitted ships were equipped with' It may even have been the increased efficiency of the electro plasmic conduits and sturdier magneto relays.
Hunter shook his head, for Starfleet it was all of these things that had brought such prompt action. For the Legion of Destruction, it had only taken one thing for them to want to act quickly. They had sacrificed one of their Vice Admirals to this place. He had gone not only willingly but had forced them to take his resignation. They repaid him by giving him yet another command. Getting out of Starfleet was easy, getting out of the Legion wasn't possible. Once in they were loyal unto death.
Hunter sat on the couch; he crossed his legs and laid a cheek on a fist whose elbow as driven into the arm of that couch. He knew the answer that neither Starfleet nor the Legion was willing to recognize. He keyed the band on his wrist, the badge given when he became part of this house. The high pitched tones told him all was ready.
"Admiral's Personal Log Supplemental,
Stardate: 89895.3
I know that I should be saying former admiral, but I can't help feeling the burden even now as I am light years away from the action. I don't miss war, few warriors ever miss war. It is the struggle we miss, the battle that puts you on the edge of a Bat"leth between life and death. Until I no longer feel this way, I will continue to consider myself Admiral Hunter K"lar. This is not why I have opened this log though.
As much as I miss my comrades in arms, and they have been gone from me for some time now. I miss her more. She is but a transport away and yet I still feel that somehow I am incomplete. It is her talent that has allowed the near miraculous change in the spaceways above. The docks are located near Arabrab, one of the moons. This was considered necessary in light of the recent elections that took place. We were not in a position to guarantee good will from any of the candidates so we set up in secret. Franklin Drake from Section 13 still lurks out there in the darkness. I can feel him out there, well not feel exactly. I am not Betazed, but I do know how he thinks. This thing between him and Jack is not over. Commander Drake is too stubborn to take a loss, especially to one he considers to be his inferior. Will the man ever learn to open his eyes" Jack has already proven to be more proficient in her designs than the entirety of Memory Alpha. Drake needs to back off; he will become violent over this and force me to kill him. This is not something I admit to lightly. I know what happens when this entry is discovered. If I could somehow divine what it is he really wants, then I may be able to turn it to my advantage. His claim of needing to discover who is not who they claim to be is plausible but there is more that he won't share.
Jack has been a wonder, I feel guilty for throwing her into this plan with the fleet refits. She leaves here tired, and comes back exhausted. I do what I can for her. When she is too exhausted to move out of bed, bring everything to her. Private time for us is difficult to come by when a new set of ships arrive up there. Always it seems to begin with the same struggle. Jack is forced to prove herself to every chief engineer that ever manned a space ship. I hate that, and would face it down myself beforehand if she would allow it. She is adamant though, and goes through the motions over and over. I love that in her.
I was a little untruthful with her the other day. I knew that a new wing had come in, yet I enticed her away with a day at the hot springs. I had an amazing time in the warm mineral rich water. I believe she did as well, though she did seem quite angry when she discovered my rouse. I think she should be nearly ready to get over that by now. She left days ago to begin the refits. The process is always the same; she takes the chief engineers through the process of the refit and the watches over them as they try to mirror her work. I believe her goal may include being completely done with Starfleet, so that she can focus more attention on us. She really is something, my Jack.
In the background of the recording a young dark haired woman entered through the doorway. She smiled across to Hunter and began to speak. Before she could get out any words Hunter's hand keyed the wrist band once more and closed the log. It was time to pamper Jack for another job well done.