Topic: Admiral's Personal Log Supplemental

H.K.

Date: 2012-07-02 23:59 EST
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.

H.K.

Date: 2012-07-22 21:32 EST
Hunter opened his log manually. It was early, and he had chosen to forego his daily run this morning. There had been very vital reasons"vital to him anyway; those reasons lay nestled under a comforter in a room just off this one. He had a blueprint spread out on the coffee table the log captured just the top most edge of the papers, the title read Super Dimensional Warp Conduit. Hunter wore his hooded sweatshirt, the air was a little chili in the suite, or it was compared to the place he had just slipped away from. He would gladly forego this and go back to that warm shelter, but that would leave this undone. All things must be accomplished in their own time. The recording caught him looking to the left from that couch, that safe place called to him. Ice blue eyes betrayed his struggle; it wasn't the only piece of him that had a reaction. The minute tick of his cheek may have been the beginnings of an upturned smile. Few could read him; Jack was one of the few. She could get a sense of him before any other. It was as though she had studied his face, his entire demeanor so deeply she knew nearly before Hunter how he was feeling. Jack waited, and this business was unpleasant by comparison. He turned back to the camera slowly wetting his lips; he became stone faced and began his entry.

"Admiral's Personal Log Supplemental, Stardate: 89906.7

The test is today, well holotest I should say. This conduit may yield what Drake is after. It seems to me that he wants into fluidic space more than he wants to discover who might be an imposter. This may be a clue to his game. I have had several of the students programming pieces of this project into the holodeck in an attempt to keep any one of them from knowing too much about the project. If it is a success then what do. I could turn it over to Drake telling him that I will have no further part in his plans. That is a lot of power to hand over to someone who I do not trust. I could take the mission on myself, but I promised Jack I wouldn't. I don't intend to go back on my word. Jack deserves honesty out of me, yet I haven't told her of these plans. I don't know what I am hoping to prove with them perhaps I am simply trying to placate Drake, get him away from us and out of our lives.

If she heard me talk this way she would throw a wrench at me. If she catches me at this I will consider myself lucky just to have that happen to me. Drake knows me nearly as well as I know him. He came to me because he knows that I will get the job done if sufficiently motivated. Jack's well being is sufficient to drive me to do a lot of things. Drake would call her my weakness, but let us be honest; she is a source of strength. It is this underlining threat that has made me try hard enough, be reckless enough to do what it is he wants. To my way of thinking that makes her my strength. This situation is not unlike when her brother visited us; I found a way to beat him a way that was not what he was looking for. The rest does not matter. The test is set for 1500 hours; Jack is going to be pissed when she realizes what I am doing. Worst case is that"well I don't want to consider the worst case. I suppose the best case would be if she brained me into unconsciousness for a week or two. I tried to delay this until Jack was working at the space docks again, but Drake won't be put off anymore. The situation reminds me of the time the Jem were shrouded around us on a planet, and I had to pretend I wasn't the admiral in order to get far enough away to signal the ship. I left Jack exposed that day, she won't be exposed like that again by me. I swear my love everything I am doing here is for you.

End log." Hunter stood to his six foot height and looked towards the bedroom. He poured two cups of coffee and headed toward the doorway. One cup was laid on the nightstand next to her; the other was placed on his nightstand. He slid in beneath the comforter and formed his body to into hers whispering softly into her ear. "Stage one complete Jack, now we wait.? He unzipped that hoodie and let it fall to the floor the first twitches of her wings were the sign that she was awake. He couldn't wait to see those glowing greens open.

H.K.

Date: 2012-08-08 23:55 EST
A frayed, disheveled and untidy Hunter K"lar sat before the log recorder. If there were three adjectives that didn't describe him it was very much these. His face was smeared in dirt and soot, his uniform was torn at the shoulders the frayed edges were melted. If all this were not strange enough, his face held concern, and perhaps even worse was the uncertainty.

He spoke with a voice that seemed parched for water. He paced back and forth as he decided on his words. Hunter in this state was not a rare instance. Those who knew him would say this was not Hunter K"lar. Most would anyway. There were two or three who were on Hayden 7 back when the Romulans were pushed off planet that had seen him this way. They were of course the only two or three who survived from his company with him. After the battle he had been this way, distraught in more than appearance. Until the end of that battle all had been well, but a sniper pinned down his unit. His unit had been decimated by this one man who would shoot and move. They had found him, and dispatched him but not before an ensign had noticed that pinpoint of a laser sight on Hunter and stepped between him and the plasma bolt. The rifle was on a rack in the other room; his thoughts were on that rifle even now. "C.A.M. open log." There was a series of lilting beeps that followed the command. His fists slammed into the top of his desk and he leaned into the recorder. His tone betrayed exactly how out of sorts he was, anger nearly seethed from him.

"Admiral's Personal Log, Supplemental;"

"Stardate 89907.5"

"The test was".a catastrophe"no, that would suggest an accident out of our control. This was sabotage, and our saboteur seems to have gotten away scot free. We were in the holodeck, there should have been no issues. This has happened before; in that time it was a student who circumvented the safeties of the deck. We had put pass worded encryptions on those safeties to prevent what happened today. There is a thing many people don't know about those decks. If the safeties aren't in place the events going on can be as real as if it were happening before you.

We should have suspected"we did suspect only too late. The safeties read engaged throughout the procedure. That is my evidence, because those safeties had been completely removed. When the neutrino levels began to rise we tried to compensate but the output exceeded our abilities. This should have automatically shut down the program but it ran on. Joram Plax discovered what was needed and we began to bombard the source of the neutrinos with Vertion Particles. The result was astonishing, we stood on the threshold of an active wormhole. This was not what we had intended when we started. I begin to believe that Jack may be correct, there is but one chaotic universe. Fluid space exists inside this universe in a sector so distant that we couldn't reach it at warp 100 before our grandchildren had grandchildren.

The wormhole was unstable, no surprise most wormholes are unstable. The Vertion Particles managed to stabilize the opening, but we were unable to generate enough to hold off a collapse. We worked quickly creating particle generators and sending them into the wormhole. This slowly stabilized the pathway all the way through. We had done it, a gateway powered off the nexus to fluid space and species 8472. We weren't alone in that holodeck, directed energy weapons began to fire off from different directions. It was a strange mix of Tetryon, Disruptor and Phaser fire. This was the final proof; the internal sensors would have detected live weapons before we started. As far as I can tell this program still works, those weapons were created by the hologenerators. Joram sacrificed himself for me. I know who is responsible for this, and when I see him next I will"have him prosecuted. I was able in that instant to create my own weapon and mount a defense. Problem is that the kids around me are scientists and students. I couldn't prevent them from placing those transphasic bombs. They defended those things with their lives. The explosions trapped us on the deck with generators that refused to shut down. The wormhole swallowed the other half of the room, a trip through their without a ship could likely mean death. I don't know how long we were trapped with the fires burning. I myself was pinned beneath one of those particle generators. The students remained calm.

At first there was some panic"nothing unexpected in the situation. I heard one of the students take command as I lay there. She said if I could remain calm trapped as I was, then the rest of them owed it to me to remain so as well. I told them to erect force fields and remove the oxygen in those areas where fires were still burning. The sense of accomplishment set them to freeing me. It took the better part of an hour to dislodge enough debris to allow the generator to be moved.

I was never so glad to see my Fae, but now there is no hiding what we were doing. Jack of course is furious with me, and yet relieved at the same time. I don't know how I will make this up to her, or gain that trust back"but I certainly will do something. Franklyn Drake you are now on notice"I am coming and you are not nearly as prepared as you think you are.

C.A.M. End Entry." When the program ended, Hunter turned to the doorway to the bedroom looked at Jack who was standing there in her black tank top and a pair of boxers. He pulled off the burnt up tunic and offered her a small smile. "He went for it just as we thought, what?s next??

H.K.

Date: 2014-07-23 15:49 EST
Hunter looked over a report from scans of legion ships. The Space Dock was functioning out there past the moons. It was highly defended by the ships it serviced. They hadn't considered what would come from putting the place out there. That ships from all over would come and need the assistance the docks could provide. They hadn't considered how beneficial to the defense of the system it would be. Hunter had, he'd spent only a short time here but he saw the amount of space traffic that came and went. He knew defensive and offensive capabilities of those ships which they repaired.

Good will could go a long way towards winning hearts and loyalties. It didn't always work. Sometimes they were turned on as soon as repairs were completed. That happened far less than ships captains who were grateful for the aid. Intel would have been much harder to come by if that weren't the case.

Reports, with visual confirmations had him frustrated, not that the average onlooker could tell from his expression. It rarely changed. The Iceman, Admiral Hunter K'lar never seemed to break, or feel fear. He could feel it though, and often did, the trick was to not let it rule. He gave time to his fear, five seconds for it to do whatever it wanted and then he would set it aside.

One thousand and one, one thousand and two, one thousand and three, one thousand and four, one thousand and five.

"Admiral's Personal Log Supplemental:"

"Stardate 96712.3"

"The borders are full of activity, I suspect that is because The Legion has been patrolling heavily. We scan every ship that comes through, question every intention of those ships. When we found this sector something in all of us knew it had to be protected. It isn't just how mineral rich the area is. There is an odd underlying power here. A warping of probability that allows both science and super science to coexist. The locals call that super science 'magic' which keeps an air of mystery around it. I see that all things can be explained, the question really is, should it be?

There are more occurrences of displacement events in this sector than anyplace I've ever encountered, or even read about. The phenomenon while not defying scans, doesn't seem to have any commonality. It never seems to occur the same way twice. Figuring that out is not my goal though, protecting the place is. I've managed to pull The Legion back together, it had started to collapse. Started, no it had become just a ghost of its former self. I blame myself. It's returned though, stronger than it has ever been and growing all the time, much to the chagrin of Starfleet Command. They never understood what it was to reject us, or what lengths we'd go to.

Starfleet, The United Federation of Planets, that border is full of unrest. The taunt the Klingons and the Romulans both. Taunt them and make it look as though there is Legion involvement. Dex's doing no doubt. We've begun turning away their ships at the border. Dex is fuming, but they keep trying to slide illicit weapons across our border. Now there's word that the Klingon's are doing the same. I've sent Mark to look into it. As for the Romulan border, I've got Sune initiating contact with them. I expect to be involved in diplomatic negotiations soon.

I'm grateful that the Cardassians haven't taken this time to begin to test us as well, though I think that our new association with the Jem'Hadar is responsible. They are still allies even if tentative ones. The real problem though, and one that I will always fear. The Borg, they've pulled back and that makes me nervous. It likely means they've found a species that requires more of their resources. It also means that once they've subdued them they will be even stronger. I've given these thoughts to our contacts along every border. Many agree, but they aren't being cautious enough. I've sent Lacha and Unimatrix to see what he can find. That cloak of his and the modifications make it the only ship that I am confident can get in and out without alerting the Borg to its presence.

The Victory is nearly finished with repairs. It needed to be towed back to space dock, the crew had to be transported on ships that weren't their own. Still she did her job and she'll do it again. I intend to take command of her at weeks end. I also intend to bring Jack along with me. I refuse to have my fiance on some other ship. I have already taken steps to have her sworn in as a Legion member. Dex will be livid, she's been trying to get her hands on Jack for too long. Jack....My Jack, will stay close to me. Starfleet regulations be damned.

C.A.M. End Entry.