Personal Log 2154.196

Wednesday 196

I had a very lovely night last night, woke up feeling refreshed. After I fix some coffee and have a shower, I need to head to my lab and organize my supplies. I am also going to work on this remote controlled canon design, I know exactly what I want for my reward if I get this to work, and it will work.

As I get dressed deciding on whether to wear standard or modified to cover up my bandage. Hm, that's interesting, my scratch is almost healed. That's faster than usual.

I need to send a message to Malcolm as well, run by the design idea and we need to consolidate our Intel for the Tactical Briefing with the Captain. I may or may not be invited, but I will be prepared. And I'll make sure the Major is as well.

I think I'll stop by the mess hall and grab some food too, once I get started, I won't quit till I reach a stopping point. Maybe see if Chef wants me to do some more ‘sitting' in the mess hall for him as well. I can always use a favor or two from him.

I finally arrive at my lab, upon entering I look around and see that the Lieutenant's did exactly as I asked, they dropped the boxes off. All over the place, this is going to take a while to put everything up.

After a few hours, I finally got everything organized and put into the proper bins. Amazingly nothing was missing; guess my team is afraid of ticking off their boss.  I hear purring and turn around; Cheshire has come to visit again. She just ‘popped' in for a small visit, and being the attention whore that she is, gets some hugs from me. She hears someone contacting her and ‘pop' off she goes again.

I do worry about all that transportation she does, she reaches me psi-cally and informs me, she's okay; as long as she's fueled with sugar and caffeine. I can't help laughing, it sounds exactly like my needs.

After she leaves I go back to working on the 3D model on my computer for the remote control canon-took a bit to input it; I need it to be light-weight for mobility, yet heavy enough not to be knocked over- maybe some clamps to hold it in place. They'll have to be able to be inserted into rock and / or ice. I also need to pay attention to the spin and elevation with the hydraulic system. Not to mention the distance of the operator- it would really suck if they were to shoot themselves. Hm? Oh yeah, a self-destruct option as well, just in case it's un-retrievable.

Oh yeah, I know exactly what I want for my reward on this baby! Oh especially if I can miniaturize it for personal use as well. I can imagine this dropping down from the ceiling; only for certain individuals of course, and perhaps near the transporter.

Later...

Okay, I'm about to call it a day- I've been bent over staring at my screen and running calculations in my head till I see numbers dancing in front of my eyes. Although I think I finally have it all worked out. I can start to build and assemble it tomorrow.

Oh that was an interesting pop just now; I should've stretched more often.  While checking the twitter interface, I saw an interesting statement from Captain Erika Hernandez, from the NX-02 Columbia, that other universe.

*This conversation will be encrypted in my private log.

*Ki'Taran Encryption-Storm1, Reed1*

I finally made it back to my quarters and as soon as the doors closed, I started getting undressed and engaged my personal shields; I really need to some yoga and meditation. I need to stop thinking for a few. I know Malcolm is still working with the MACOs on some new strategies based on his Intel. He's dedicated, almost obsessive some would say.

I definitely need to turn down the lights and maybe put on some classical musical, let's start with some breathing exercises while I move into first position. Oh yeah, that's much better. While I start to do my neck and shoulder rotations I hear a popping sound, yeah that area is definitely wound up. I'd kill for a massage. Right, focus Bri.

I don't know how much time has passed, I rise and stretch on pointe and relax. I think maybe I'll read for a bit. Well this is sad; I own nothing but technical journals.

The PADD starts vibrating, it's Malcolm. That's sweet how he apologies to me, I know he's busy. We were supposed to meet, but I do understand. Oh that's not good, he's received messages from the Admiral. Well I better see if he wants to come by my quarters tonight, unless he's tired of course. We really need to have a serious discussion of what I did.

He replies back that he's on his way, I better get dressed for this discussion. I informed him to let himself in. He always rings the chime. Maybe for once he'll let himself in. 

Oh, great timing, I'm putting on my shirt as he's walking in and tossing his weapons on my desk, and sitting down on the couch. I move over next to him but make sure to leave some space between us.

I ask him if he's okay, and if he's interested in hearing about my new weapon design. I love his answer, "Is the Emperor power hungry?" He's very amusing, and I seem to have his attention when I discuss the portable remote control canon. We decide that we can't really test the distance in the ship, so we're thinking of testing it on the hull, in EV suits. I think he's amused by the thought of me stuffing my tail down one of the legs of the suit.

I try again to ask what is really bothering him, and he snaps, growling at me. Fine then, the matter is dropped. I know when to back off. And then he realizes who he's talking with, and apologizes and brings up the ‘ass.'

What was that he said, the Admiral gave him a gift, what gift? Malcolm looks like he could use a neck massage too, as soon as I tell him to remove his jacket and turn around, he looks at me oddly. I have to repeat myself and add in that I'm giving him a neck massage.

Halfway through removing his jacket he stops and snarls, "He gave me your bloody shock collar. The git thought it was a brilliant joke."

"Oh," I jump back at his snarl and I can feel the anger radiating from him, "I'm sorry you had to see it...um where is it now?" And it seemed that now was the time to tell him what I did muttering, "I almost killed him...but stopped." I can no longer look at Malcolm.

He finishes taking off his jacket and turning his head around, tells me that he incinerated the shock collar and asks me why I didn't if I had the chance.

Taking a mental breath, and whispering that I was worried about the repercussions to him, and the controller- it prevents me from killing him, I would've died too. I remember to thank him for incinerating the collar, and go back to massage his neck. Telling him to face forward.

He informs me that he can handle the Commodore and finally asks about the controller, and he still hasn't turned around.

I start to inform him about the controller, I remind him of the Admiral's visit to the ship a few weeks ago, and how he had the device installed in me.  How he uses it to keep me in line, and how it prevents me from killing him. He has it set to self-destruct if the code isn't inputted. I start to cry when mentioning how he uses it for fun on torturing me.

Malcolm asks me why I never told him. I tell him I don't know, I thought maybe I escaped or pleased him when he put me on board Enterprise. My hands start shaking, and I remove them from his shoulders.

Malcolm starts to get angry, pointing out the obvious, the Admiral has a lot of enemies, and if he gets himself killed, than there is no one to input the code. And again, more insistently this time, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Honestly, I tell him, I was afraid of him getting caught in the cross-fire, I do care for him, I do love him-even if he never tells me in the exact words. I know he does. And I worry for him.

I know that Black has a spy on Enterprise and that they can and probably do input it- the code once a week for me. I also tell him I don't know who it is, and I'm not allowed to scan Terrans.  

By this time I am crying and I can't look him in the face, he's turned around and wrapped an arm around me, brushing my hair out of my face.

"You're allowed to scan Terrans if it's under orders of a superior officer, correct?"

"Yes, but I don't know if they know. You don't want to know what he made me do to people, the subliminal programming. I could accidently trigger the spy awake.  Are you sure, what are you going to do when we know?" I know I sound scared, "I don't want to die," I tell him.

Malcolm informs me he's willing to take that chance. He straightens up, "I hereby order you to scan for the Admiral's spy. We need to get the code before we do anything else."

"Yes Sir," I reply seriously. I close my eyes and start to scan.

Malcolm takes my hand and tells me, "what we do depends on what we find out and I won't let you die."

I open my eyes and smile at him, "I know that now. Thank you Malcolm, sincerely no matter what happens, okay?"

I close my eyes again and start scanning; I know it won't be another sub-human, and it won't be the Command staff- Black doesn't trust Forrest or Archer-especially Archer. So move down the line of officer's, I know it's not Malcolm, hm? Tucker... I gently reach in and look for what I need...oh no...

I jump up from the couch in shock, "Oh no! Not him! You can't kill him we...I need his help!"

"We can't kill him anyway; we need him to keep inputting the code until we figure out how to deactivate it. Who is it?" Malcolm inquires.

I take a deep breath and sigh, "It's Tucker, and the one that could probably help Phlox remove the damn thing. Oh frak!"  That does explain though why the Admiral was so ticked off when she kidnapped him.

Malcolm immediately goes into security mode, snarling, "He's the Admiral's spy, I knew there was a reason I didn't like him. He'd better help Phlox remove it, or Biggs will be the new Chief Engineer."

He really is upset, yet again his instincts paid off.  I inform Malcolm that Tucker may not know that he's keeping me alive, and that well he does like me although not in that way. The Commander knows I'm the Major's girlfriend and he respects that. (I think that Charles is afraid of Malcolm, very smart man in that aspect.)

I'm afraid that I might have given him a headache, I did scan a little deep and keeping it quiet like I did takes more control than usual, I normally don't care about causing pain on the individuals I'm interrogating. I'm a little dizzy-although that could also be finding out that he's the spy.

Malcolm helps me over to the bunk, asking me if it's still after effects from that anti-psi shot from a while back, and I can sense he still feels guilty about that. Not his fault, I would've done the same in his boots. I let him know it's not that and it isn't, I do ask if he can hold me and he lies down wrapping his arms around me. I mention to him, that I wonder what Tucker did to have sold his soul to the Admiral. Malcolm asks if Tucker would know that I scanned him. I said no, however he might have a residual headache.

He started planning as he does, wondering the same about what Tucker did, and how if he wants to stay alive he'll help us. I could feel him smirking when he said that Tucker would owe him one. I'm thinking I'll owe the both of them- so much for the reward I really wanted. I thank Malcolm for ordering me to do the scan, I'm covered.

Malcolm tightens his hold on me, and I lean further against him, he says that we can discuss this more in the morning and we should get some rest. My last thoughts are what did Charles do. I think Malcolm kissed my forehead before sleep overtook me.

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