So much has happened since my last personal log, and it’s only been a week. Just one.
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I told Anna about my mom, the truth about my mom. She got drunk for the first time and told me something I’m sure she wished she hadn’t. I told her it didn’t matter. I told her I loved her.
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I found and met Anna’s dad… He’s forcing her into a political marriage that I now have to stop. But I also can’t sacrifice the whole crew to stop it.
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Keela wants a crab… and Christmas.
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The ships running out of energy so we have to take Anna to her father’s planet, playing right into those plans. Oh, and I had to redirect the whole ship to accomplish this, which means I’ll have to send another communication, updating our timeline to federation space.
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Pleiades is mad at me… again.
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I let Ozier, Chambers, and Williams out to join the rest of the mutineers.
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I just… I don’t even know where to begin to describe these things.
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I’ve been spending extra time with the platypuses this week, when I have time to spare.
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Scruff is doing well. Still loves his squeaky carrot.
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I’ve been reading so much about Kirk’s diplomatic tactics that he’s starting to make sense… And Picard and Janeway, but they always made sense.
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I’m basically organizing a ship wide Christmas in the holodeck… I hope I did it right. I think I’m going to open it up to the mutineers as well.
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My emotions are becoming harder to reign in. I can no longer tell if that’s a good or bad thing.
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I only had about one day to work on Keela’s helmet, but that cost me a night of sleep.
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Keela and Anna took all my sweaters.
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