Personal Log, Aurenen Consari, Stardate 86461.8
Captain's personal log, stardate 86461.8.
The Bonaventure has had a bit of downtime today. We've had a very eventful first voyage out into the sectors of space, and I'm finding this vessel to handle itself much better than the Manchester. The Manchester is a sturdy little ship, but it's nice to have a ship that is truly my own, rather than taken over from a fallen captain.
The ladder from Ensign has been a fast one so far. I hear I'm not the only one who's been practically thrown up the rungs after the encounter with the strange-acting Borg vessels.
The Borg...
I don't think we expected to see them again for some time yet. Though they weren't as powerful as when encountered at Wolf 359, they were still formidable foes. Having never been to Wolf 359, I used our downtime to warp into the sector. What I saw was...
I have a hard time describing. The dead hulls of the ships floating in space around a Federation beacon...knowing each one of those lifeless hunks out there had once been filled with life, with purpose. Officers, their families...children.
Our bridge was silent. Eyes just riveted to the screen, watching the ships float by. This was loss. War is loss. And I can't help but to wonder how many more graveyards like this we will see. The Borg, the Dominion War...and now another, a mere three decades later.
No matter to what end, it shows one constant. We can change, people can evolve, live die...but war...war never changes. And once again...we prepare. But at what cost?
The Bonaventure has had a bit of downtime today. We've had a very eventful first voyage out into the sectors of space, and I'm finding this vessel to handle itself much better than the Manchester. The Manchester is a sturdy little ship, but it's nice to have a ship that is truly my own, rather than taken over from a fallen captain.
The ladder from Ensign has been a fast one so far. I hear I'm not the only one who's been practically thrown up the rungs after the encounter with the strange-acting Borg vessels.
The Borg...
I don't think we expected to see them again for some time yet. Though they weren't as powerful as when encountered at Wolf 359, they were still formidable foes. Having never been to Wolf 359, I used our downtime to warp into the sector. What I saw was...
I have a hard time describing. The dead hulls of the ships floating in space around a Federation beacon...knowing each one of those lifeless hunks out there had once been filled with life, with purpose. Officers, their families...children.
Our bridge was silent. Eyes just riveted to the screen, watching the ships float by. This was loss. War is loss. And I can't help but to wonder how many more graveyards like this we will see. The Borg, the Dominion War...and now another, a mere three decades later.
No matter to what end, it shows one constant. We can change, people can evolve, live die...but war...war never changes. And once again...we prepare. But at what cost?