*rubs hands together* Here we go!Â
1. Being a Tactical Officer is gratifying in many ways. I can always joke that I order people around as much as I want to, but I am not really like that. I think it is important to me to take care of someone, but not like I would care about a child. I tell grown-up people what to do if we are attacked, and they rely on me when it comes to that. I also love being the tactician because it gives me the opportunity of research and inventions⌠but it counts up to the same thing. I love to be the mother hen and then say, no, I am not; but deep inside I know I am.Â
The worst thing is losing people after I could not predict something dangerous. Any tactics you invent is for the othersâ sake, and of course there is no perfect way to keep your crew really safe, but it always gets me. I would rather not continue.Â
As for being an explorer, the greatest thing is the feeling of exploration. We come into a new region of space, and I am so thrilled I sometimes forget how to breathe. Humans have never been there; sometimes it is that no one has ever been there! To boldly go where no one has gone before. Exactly why we are here.Â
And the bad thing is the reality of it. After a certain point, every star seems like the other unless it spits some weird plasma clouds at you; the aliens try to steal your Captainâs dog or rob you on a holiday resort; nasty little planets give you nasty little viruses which even the best doctor in Starfleet cannot just wave off. There are moments which are scary, but they are nothing compared to the excruciating boredom with which the interstellar nature tries to prove whether you really belong there.
2. If everyone was a tactician, I would have nothing to do. On the other hand, I could live with everyone being able to fight on their own. After all, they all would still be wrong and I would have to organise them, it would only be harder if everyone had an opinion. Ahem. The basics are, I think my position is the most important one and my actions have an impact on everyone, which is simply not so for everyone else, excluding the Captain. Of course no one else on board would agree with me, the doctor would demand that young people studied medicine and the science officer would be all sarcastic about the senior officers not being able to even begin understand the spatial orientation. But I see things in my own way.
3. As we are studying this weird rift which connects different times in a manner no one can even describe, I would love to learn anything about it. I take it that even in your time, the scientists like Lieutenant Dax do not seem to make head or tail of it, and, well, it would be nice to make their work a little easier.Â
4. This is a hard one! Choosing the best when all are good⌠Well, I still have an answer, and I only hope that no one would either accuse me of having a romantic interest or be offended because âwhy not me?!?!â. I also hope you will not think that my information is out of date. (For you, it must be a couple of centuries old, anyway.)
Have you ever heard of anyone from our medical team, except for Dr. Phlox? We have had the most professional nurses Starfleet could provide, and there was one of them⌠I would never forget her. Crewman Elisabeth Cutler - does that ring a bell? Well, it is difficult to explain, because she was not a magician who could cure you with a smile, or the most popular person to hang out with, or even a hazard to our security protocols, like Trip. She never charmed anyone into losing their head, as far as I know. She was just there, like a lantern in the dark of space, always there for you. We never spent too much time together but I treated her like I would treat my sister if she was there.Â
The poor thing had a weak heart, and at some point, it let her down. Phlox says the girl was an inch from dying, and it still gives me creeps. She does not deserve that! I must say she is well now, but she had to resign and work somewhere quiet. I hear that she is making a lot of progress as a member of Interspecies Medical Exchange, and I am still as anxious and as happy for her as if she was my sister, although we do not even write to each other. If I get to be Captain, I will be very sorry I cannot invite her to be my CMO and befriend her properly.Â
5. Oh yes, and some of my friends still tease me about the Reed Alert. That one was a great thing indeed, and I am proud of my idea. Although maybe it was not one hundred percent mine⌠There was an accident which caught all of the crew in the middle of some usual activity, and the activity turned into an idĂŠe fixe. Mine was a system which would allow to call battle stations faster than a usual order over the comm system, and I worked on it both during and after the incident. So, the base line was my care for the shipâs security and ability to fight and protect itself, which seems like just doing my job to me.Â
And now, yes, I would really love to be pen pals with you and tell you whatever else you want to learn!Â
Yours sincerely as well,Â
vaporwave
jimmyeatworldofficial
2087
stormborns
