What happened?

Where are we?

WHEN are we???

Thank you

OOC: I and my socker thank the usual suspect(s) for birthday present :)

Captain Archer is recovering well. It seems in the end that we made the correct decision regarding the entity, which is now sitting in engineering, waiting for us to work out a safe way to move it to the launch bay. I'd prefer if we could rig up some way to talk to it.. or 'them' as it were, before we try anything, simply because I want to make sure it won't just turn around and come back at us.

It may be best to simply leave that kind of decision now to Captain Archer, once he's returned to duty in a few days.

Now that the immediate crisis with him has been restored, I've turned my attention to Commander Tucker. Since he disappeared we have now ruled out thr possibility of a repeat of his abduction. Instead it seems that while tinkering with our malfunctioning PIF device, he has inadvertantly opened one up. Not only in front of him but right in front of him, giving him no chance to get help before being pulled into it by it's own strength. Luckily he was able to leave the device behind but with it not recording destinations, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. We can only hope that wherever he has ended up, he's able to try and help himself as much as we can try to help him, so that in the end, he may be able to bring himself home again.

We won't give up however. I have a team of engineers working round the clock as well as having assigned Ensign Secorro and Major Hayes to help where they can. Both are close to the Commander, and keeping themselves busy trying to help him seemed a good choice for them right now. Until the Commander's safe return, Commander Kelby has taken up the reins in Engineering. He's a competant engineer, very good at his job, if a little distant at times. He lacks the rapport with the staff down there that Tucker had has but with time I'm sure that could develop.

( Personal log addendum... )

::arrives back in Quarters... Kids are now with Chef, planning a night sleeping under the stars in the observation deck.. a night for them away, night and day.. mini camping adventure...::

::..peace and quiet for the fathers...::

::comes in in front of Jon and heads to the kids door, closing it completely over, turning a leaning against it, raises eyebrows a little::

Quiet...

Any plans for what we can do for 24 hours without children..?

::smirks::

::has been in the gym for an hour.. still has plenty of time before kids finish school for the day so plans to get in another good hour hopefully here::

::already done 10 miles on the treadmill, 20 on the bikes... and did a few hand to hand procedures in front of the mirror::

::gym nice and quiet, everyone on shift or sleeping until their next...::

::has been using sais again for last ten minutes or so, running through various training routines that had learned from admiraltucker. Had also decided to get the dummy punchbag out from storage, and taken a few throws at it::

::now stands in front of mirror again, running through more exercises with sais as well this time, seeing if can adapt some for use with the blade::

::swings sais round using handles to aid punches and then back to strike forward, turns into another routine facing away from mirror, handles... turn strike.. handles in, strike down... breathes... handles out strike down FUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!::

::falls to the ground, seering pain through leg, familiar seering pain, eyes screwed shut, leg out in front of self, other crumpled below... handles IN you stupid bloody fool..::

FUCK SHIT DAMN BOLLOCKS CRAP..

::opens eyes, breathing harsh, looking down at leg::

::close to where the romulan mine had struck right through leg is holding sai in death grip as can see the blade has gone into leg about two inches... closer to inner thigh this time.. not all the way through that's something.. Phlox can fix it, no bother.. right as rain...::

::looks up.. comm about 8 feet away on wall::

fuck it.. damn gotta...

::eases self up slowly, trying not to move leg too much and keeping hold of sai, not wanting to take it out yet.. hobbles over to comm on wall::

Reed to sickbay, medical emergency in the gym...... ow.....

::slides down wall::

ow....

::heads down to sickbay for.. *sigh* regular therapy sessions::

::under most normal circumstances would hate having these but... has decided is going to put up with them and besides, doesn't have much else to do around here... possibly even less soon enough::

::comes in, slows down.. curtain drawn around one bed, knows who that is.. quiet apart from that::

::takes a few more steps in.. if he's busy can just forget about it for today, really::

Phlox?

Doctor...?

::shuttle lands in Bay, Fisher having brought it down to collect self.. Mallos and Charles still on surface finishing up with the T'Narkians::

::had to come back and get the ship ready for new weapon::

::very excited::

::can't wait to kick Xindi ass with it::

::jumps out of pod and heads to Armoury::

::walks down the corridor with a couple of PADDs in hand, one of which has to keep for self as was just handed it by Fisher but the others... for Charles.::

::wanders into engineering and checks with Hess where he is::

::office.. where else.. where else indeed..::

::knocks on door::

::decided to tidy up after mirror_archer left and after reading letters from Jon, mix of emotions in head, foremost being of determination, level-headedness... will do what feels right, will do what needs to do..::

::will worry about repurcusions when the time comes::

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::straightened up quarters, items from desk and shelves falling, nothing seeming damaged, sturdiness of everything keeping things fine, even the personal items of Charles::

::own quarters seeming fine..::

::looks around at everything, seems good::

::goes to Charles' wardrobe and opens, thinking::

He'll come home tired, that's a given, repair work... that is, if he comes home at all tonight...

::looks around a little, decides not to bother laying anything out for him, has organised bathroom so everything in there is in order, if anything all he'll likely want to bother with is a shower..::

::then just... collapse in bed::

::goes to bed and reaches under the pillow, for what knows is under there, pulls out tube of lube...::

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::places in bedside cabinet, notices a few more items.. lubes and... lotion... hair product... oil...::

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::looks again at oil, then pulls it out::

::has an idea::

::after Commander Archer left, decided to flounce around for a few minutes, show some anger, vent..::

::went into own room, took out one of he sais from leg holster and ripped a pillow to shreds. didn't feel better::

::now sits dejectedly on end of bed, shoulders slumped, mind whirring over far too many things::

::Jon... kids... choices... Charles, xindi, mission... home... why Hayes didn't take him home... was it some sort of strange spitefulness? He was right there, if he was supposed to take Malcolm home, willing or not, he had the chance to do so and... is still here::

::maybe he actually listed to what Malcolm wanted. left him here on purpose::

::did ask to be left. wants what wants, for reasons... all explained..::

::on the PADD.. hopes Jon got it. No clue on what will happen with it. will he know? The passwords, the reason it was given in first place... hoping he won't be overcome with some sort of desire to not 'pry' as such... or maybe he'd be so angry with Malcolm that he... smashes it..::

::head falls forward, braced on hands::

::finished when said would.. heading to quarters...::

::almost went to Jon's.. was close, could have easily.. last night was good. Good to have some time with just Henry, and to take time to think about things...::

::almost feels like owes Charlotte the same though, some time, just the two of them instead::

::keys in code and heads in, taking Charlotte over to cot then heading into bathroom to get organised, coming out just in sweat pants..::

::check stomach again, is habit forming... has to make sure working out again has been good for something.. not much difference yet but.. feels a bit fitter, stronger after good few days back::

::picks Charlotte out of cot, her babbling on, happy to be out of it actually::

::checks personal messages, nothing important, sees Jon has been in with things for Charlotte.. huh::

::heads over to bed::

::sits back like did with Henry::

Well, princess.. it's just the two of us this evening...

::managed to slip away once Jon was sleeping... checked through link that kids were still fine in sickbay... thinks they must be sleeping as isn't getting much from them right now::

::wanders down the corridor on autopilot, not really thinking, doesn't need to::

::does mental check that duties are all done that need to be done. Is skipping time with T'Pol today because of things has to do::

::heads into gym, didn't bring anything except a towel and bottle of water::

::dumps them both at bottom of treadmill and jumps on::

::sets pace on walk...::

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::keeps going for long time.. walking.. what Phlox said...::

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::sighs::

Fuck it.

::sets pace faster... jogs::

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::starts to get breathless, quicker than would like... sets pace a little faster and keeps going::