Pacifica #157"
By: Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58206.14 0126

Hunter returned to his temporary quarters on the Captain's Yacht. He watched Chester's antics for a while and then stood up. He walked over to the observation port and looked out.

The blackness of space reminded him of how alone he was. It reminded him that his decisions alone could cause or save loss of life. A responsibility that weighed heavily. The battle of Pacifica had been won but life was lost and lives were saved. A paradox.

The Zion had taken heavy damage, but most of her crew would live to fight another day. Hunter drew a breath..."to fight another day..." he muttered softly.

He returned to the long curved couch and sat down. By now Chester was done with his ritual of impressing the Captain with his savvy moves and jumped up on the seat next to him.

He scratched him in his favorite place, behind the ears, "Have you had a busy day?"

After a few minutes he tapped his combadge, "Computer, record." The computer answered with a chirp.

"Captain's log, supplemental. Its been two weeks since we left the Pacifican system. We continue to travel with the D'Kuul. Her companion ship, a B'rel class failed today. They transported her crew to the D'Kuul and self destructed the ship.

Another ship will be joining us in several days. A ship from tango fleet. Heavily damaged also in the melee when they pursued the Federation armada back into Federation space."

Hunter paused a few seconds.... "It will be good to get back home. Qul Tuq is still at least 2 weeks away but already the crew's moral seems to be improving. A little break will be good for them. Hopefully even Silvio will have a chance to relax. He's been working long hours, hardly sleeping at all I understand."

The Doctor has expressed an interest in command and has begun preliminary training with Commander Wright. She is also scheduled for to begin basic flight training.

Hunter yawned. He too had been putting in long hours. He slumped low on the couch.

He had nothing more to say really, "Computer, close log."

The computer responded with a chirp.

Chester had finished grooming himself already was now curled up. He smiled, "good night fella."

"Lights 5%" he said laying back.