As the camera attached to the wall unit activates, it finds a middle aged Trill slumped in a chair with a glass of some beverage in his hand
"Chief Engineer's Personal Log, Stardate 74897.43"
There is a pause for a moment
"It has been a long time since I made an entry in one of these, over a year since my request to rescind my resignation was rejected and I left the fleet. A year in civilian life and I ended up back here, back in the uniform. It seems no matter how hard you try to run, it gets into your blood and draws you back in. Starfleet. There are some perks to it though; I have met Admiral R'hli again, the first time we have spoken in some years. It is strange how I can still remember her in her cadet uniform, my student. Yet she has matured and aged so well now, she has done well for herself and I am proud; a star pupil. I am still in the Bajoran system as well, so I guess life does not change that much. Perhaps now I've found more peace I can progress my career, upon his return I shall be speaking to the XO about training to become an Unrestricted Line Officer. Who knows, in time I might wok my way into Starfleet Base Operations or Starfleet Engineering staff. It would be nice to be able to poke your head out of the trenches, see your work on a strategic rather than tactical level. It would be nice to see the friends of my past who have all now moved on to command and staff jobs of their own"
"It is odd, around us the ships fly to where the Borg were. Where they have been. Meanwhile we sit here relying on second hand informaton as to what is going on and with the Prometheus away. If the Borg come, then we will be ready but we can just hope that they don't. If the Borg return in force? Then I fear the fleet is ill prepared. Logistics appears to be somewhat backed up, our Tri-Cobalt stores remain empty and a lack of senior officers is evident. While I have seniority, I am heading up engineering as a Lieutenant Junior Grade. Our Chief Medical Officer is the same rank. Oh and I didn't mention who our Captain was. Foster. The man responsible for my second purple heart back in the Ritter days. Life will be interesting, let us hope the Borg stay away and don't make it too interesting."
"End log."
