Post by apn on May 23, 2010 10:24:21 GMT -5
Ens. Alexander Grayson Personal Log
Stardate 2102.04
I never fit in that well anywhere. At home, I was always too clumsy with the machines, not much in the way of numbers, and kind of left behind in school at more or less everythin'. I was the sort o kid to get picked last, y'know? So anyway, I got me into some trouble wi' ruckin' and all that, and eventually the Sheriff an the Judge, they say they had enough. They's gonna ship me off to some prison place to break rocks or somethin'. Alternative was the Space Academy. Now I don't mind admittin' I had ta think about it, but I wus glad I chose the latter.
If I'd known there was a place where you could get trained up, go places, meet people, learn their language, then blast em all ta hell wi' ray guns, I'd come sooner, I tell ya. Them Videni? I reckon they ain't so bad. They got a point o view on the universe, and everyone else disagrees with it that's all, so what they gonna do? Go home to momma? Nawwww. They ain't no quitters. I like that. They'll go down, all guns blazin', like me. Damned if I don't like that bout 'em too. That said, I see me some o them guys, I ain't gonna be jawin' and tellin' tales n stuff. No sir, I'll just blast them ************* clean out the way. Ah reckon that's what they'd do, and they'd respec' me for blastin' em instead of wastin' time jawin'.
Ah been assigned to some station or other. Damned if I ain't gonna blow ma own damn brains out thru boredom.
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Stardate 2102.09
Well, ah weren't bored long. Truth told ah was ready to go postal, stuck on this thing. All these buttons, n flashin' lights, and do's and don'ts... Just point me at the target and send a note to ma momma sayin' ah was a hero n ah'll be happy. Been assigned to some ship the 'CSS Thermopylae'. Seems it's named after some mili-teary deee sast orrr or other. Kinda crappy name if ya ask me. Ah mean, it's a good job ma momma never named me after one o ma dads beatins, or ah'd be called 'Gettin ma faced kicked in behind Joes diner for eyein' up Joes Girl' which is a mouthful.
Anyway, Ah best sign off. Ah don't have many logs cause what I thought was the on button was turnin' off. An' I had to delete 1200 hours o me walking about and talkin' wi the damn thing turned on the whole time. They's gonna beam me across, which goes down about as good with me as findin' out Peggy Kate was humpin' half the town behind ma back. If these ah ma last words, ah just wanna say, Hixville, Arizona, ya can kiss my...
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He was about to finish the sentence when the surly transporter chief shouted. "Hey red neck, you're up."
Alex grinned, chewed his tobacco for the last time, then hawked up and spat it on the shiny clean floor. "Oops." he grinned with a wink just as everything went bright and shiny all around...
... and he arrived in one piece aboard the ship. Looking distinctly green, he straightened up. "Ensign Alexander Grayson reportin' fer duty. Permission ta come aboard?" to whoever was in the transporter room.
Stardate 2102.04
I never fit in that well anywhere. At home, I was always too clumsy with the machines, not much in the way of numbers, and kind of left behind in school at more or less everythin'. I was the sort o kid to get picked last, y'know? So anyway, I got me into some trouble wi' ruckin' and all that, and eventually the Sheriff an the Judge, they say they had enough. They's gonna ship me off to some prison place to break rocks or somethin'. Alternative was the Space Academy. Now I don't mind admittin' I had ta think about it, but I wus glad I chose the latter.
If I'd known there was a place where you could get trained up, go places, meet people, learn their language, then blast em all ta hell wi' ray guns, I'd come sooner, I tell ya. Them Videni? I reckon they ain't so bad. They got a point o view on the universe, and everyone else disagrees with it that's all, so what they gonna do? Go home to momma? Nawwww. They ain't no quitters. I like that. They'll go down, all guns blazin', like me. Damned if I don't like that bout 'em too. That said, I see me some o them guys, I ain't gonna be jawin' and tellin' tales n stuff. No sir, I'll just blast them ************* clean out the way. Ah reckon that's what they'd do, and they'd respec' me for blastin' em instead of wastin' time jawin'.
Ah been assigned to some station or other. Damned if I ain't gonna blow ma own damn brains out thru boredom.
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Stardate 2102.09
Well, ah weren't bored long. Truth told ah was ready to go postal, stuck on this thing. All these buttons, n flashin' lights, and do's and don'ts... Just point me at the target and send a note to ma momma sayin' ah was a hero n ah'll be happy. Been assigned to some ship the 'CSS Thermopylae'. Seems it's named after some mili-teary deee sast orrr or other. Kinda crappy name if ya ask me. Ah mean, it's a good job ma momma never named me after one o ma dads beatins, or ah'd be called 'Gettin ma faced kicked in behind Joes diner for eyein' up Joes Girl' which is a mouthful.
Anyway, Ah best sign off. Ah don't have many logs cause what I thought was the on button was turnin' off. An' I had to delete 1200 hours o me walking about and talkin' wi the damn thing turned on the whole time. They's gonna beam me across, which goes down about as good with me as findin' out Peggy Kate was humpin' half the town behind ma back. If these ah ma last words, ah just wanna say, Hixville, Arizona, ya can kiss my...
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He was about to finish the sentence when the surly transporter chief shouted. "Hey red neck, you're up."
Alex grinned, chewed his tobacco for the last time, then hawked up and spat it on the shiny clean floor. "Oops." he grinned with a wink just as everything went bright and shiny all around...
... and he arrived in one piece aboard the ship. Looking distinctly green, he straightened up. "Ensign Alexander Grayson reportin' fer duty. Permission ta come aboard?" to whoever was in the transporter room.