Stardate 55432.4 1100hrs.

Yeah I know, I'm actually using the stardates and time again. Well I've been temporarily promoted to First officer as Commander Megos has been shipped back to Earth to help with the new hull design of the Mexen. Well, I've been the First Officer before and well, it's not that bad, I'd like to be in total command of my own ship, flying wherever I want and doing what I want. Hmmm, maybe I should start saving up some money of somesort so I can buy my own ship. I might go for a Starfleet vessel, they might work... but I wish we get paid SOMEthing, ANYthing would be helpful.... I'm thinkin' I might actually start dealing in Romulan Ale or something like that. Transpot some sort of goods to make some sort of profit. I know, I'm sounding like a Ferengi, but they have something going with that. Ah well, I'll see what happens. Well, I gotta get back to work. Not sure if anyone's heard about it or anything but we're going to be mapping out the Delta Quadrant. Gee, sounds like fun... My opinion is that we should beef up our defenses and go and massacre the Borg, or the Romulans, they've been acting up for a while, see whats up with them. Oi, we're a Warship for Pete's sake! Not an exploration vessel. Ah well, it'll appease some of the masses on board here. I've heard the Chief there complain and complain that we should go explore stuff, and it's pissin' me off... plus I still need to introduce him personally to my D'k tagh. hehehehehe. Bloodlust, I need to hit the holodeck, kill somethings. Computer, end recording.

I haven't been keeping up with the stardates as of lately, so that doesn't matter right now.

The Chief came up to the bridge staff with the idea of a weekly or biweekly poker game. Sounds interesting, as long as we're playing for something, and that'll give me a chance to get close to him so I can....."help" him with my Dk'tagh. Yes I'm still holding a grudge. Though I shouldn't be. But I just don't like it when people shoot me, and no matter what that human says I still think it was him. All the evidence points to him. The adrenalin high from the heat of battle, the excitement and jumpiness, the smoking barrel of his gun, the angle of the entry of the bullet, and I'm glad that it was only one cuz three would mean that I would have to really hurt him. Well, I have to fill out some reports and duty rosters, and I still have to work on my little project, Ensign Trina has been working on it in her quarters for a while, I'm not sure how our relationship is going now-a-days but I'm pretty sure that it's going well. Well I gotta go. Computer, end recording.