Posted on Mon Nov 18th, 2013 @ 8:25am by Provisional Lieutenant Commander Narayn Ballard

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I've just come out of a meeting with Commodore Wix and that idiot Commander Zandt. You'd think that two of the command level officers in charge of Intelligence for this bloody region would have some idea of the risks involved in intelligence gathering but no: they just sit there claiming that Starfleet Engineering gave us the best tools for the job and that people in our position should know better.

Know better, my foot.

If they had managed to bury the scans under so many layers of false background radiation then why did we have a Ritorian ship trying to stick a potato in our nacelles?

Still- we're stuck with our new assignments and- surprise, surprise- they've split the team up. Arwen's being shunted into some analysis role at Fleet HQ while I'm to join up with the USS Nicholson as some kind of roving data interpreter.

From what I can see of their files, they're out near Klingon territory. That'll be a lark. The last time I saw a Klingon, one was throwing me across the room and trying to make a delicate paté out of my vital organs.

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