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USS Eagle, NCC 2185
CAPTAIN'S LOGS
Title: Wake Up and Smell the Coffee, Part One
Stardate: 200603.07
Location: USS Eagle
Setting: CO's Quarters
Beep! Beep! Beep!
In the Captain's quarters, the alarm goes off. The man awakes from his disjointed
and disturbing dreams to find himself in a dark room and uncertain where,
when or even who he is.
He groans groggily. "Computer, identify time and date of now," he orders
in broken Federation Standard.
Computer> 06:00 Stardate 200603.07
He repeats back confused, "Stardate 200603.07 ?"
Computer> Affirmative.
"Computer, lights on. Coffee on," he orders, awake enough now to fix his
grammar but not for much else.
No lights. ~~Nothing,~~ he thinks.
He smells the coffee. ~~One out of two at least,~~ he muses.
He tries again, but more slowly, "Computer, lights on."
As he continues to wake up he begins to lose pieces and chunks of his dreams
as he finally remembers that maybe, just maybe, something is not wrong with
the lights. . .
Computer> Request granted. Lights activated.
The computer confirms and removes all fuzzy doubt from his waking mind. It
is not the lights; it is him. He fully awakes and loses most of the dream
as often happens when awoken by a shock. The cold reality that the
lights are indeed on and that he is blind sets in and replaces it instead.
This time, at least, he recalls more of the dream. Specifically, the sleek
craft he remembers more an attack of some sort and some details of the cockpit.
But it still does not make any sense. He was told that he was a Captain of
an Oberth vessel. Sure, it is a small ship, but not as small as the one in
his dreams and not, it seemed to him, as advanced in technology. There was
nothing like this craft on board . . . unless .. unless perhaps it was taken
from the anomaly? But then why was he flying it alone? Why was he told the
story that he had an accident in the cargo bay? Is the answer to this in
the classified cargo areas? On the classified computer in the Captain's quarters?
If only he could figure out the password and codes. But alas if he
ever knew them they were lost with his memory. He had been able to obtain
most of the rest of the ship's information he needed to know because he had
been able to access them with a simple ID of a voice command. Other more
sensitive data required password and codes...
The man rubs his eyes out of habit and sits up. He reaches for his robe and
on the nightstand and into its pocket for the devices to help him see. He
activates them and puts the receiver in his ear.
He listens and hears the "wee attentive metal beasties", as LTjg Richards
had called them the night before, come over to his bedside. The device in
his ear tells him which machines had come. He smiles. The Eagle had special
people onboard to have made and sent him all these presents. If only he could
remember them or any of his time on the Eagle before he woke up in Sickbay.
He had spent his free time ever since then scouring all the records of the
ship to find out what had happened as best as he could but that didn't help.
He didn't remember. He tried several times also to access the classified
material but could not. It was not his blindness that kept him from reading
the materials, he had enough technology about to do that. The problem
was that he couldn't remember the passwords and codes.
The man becomes more lucid and more awake as he ponders all these things.
As in all of the other days, what little memory of events to explain his
situation vanishes as he applies more logic to try and solve it. He gives
up working on it for now and walks to his kitchen. The arnwahk gift from
the night before happily trails behind him like some odd mechanical puppy
dog, having been transformed from a deadly Vulcan guard bot from a mission
he could not remember with people he could not remember.
"Here boy, here boy," the man says as he kneels down. The arnwahk jumps excitedly
into his hand. It was so odd, so very odd, to him that he could remember
being a boy and playing with the toy arnwahks. He could even remember the
dig where a real original and deadly one had been uncovered. That one had
nearly killed him and his family and the whole party at the ancient crash
site that was excavated when he was about eight. But he could not recall
telling the story on the away mission of how he recognized what an arnwahk
was and how he knew what to do. He could remember nothing. Nothing. Nothing
about the Eagle and nothing about any events or people involving her. The
only people he remembers on the Eagle are from a time before the Eagle and
that was the XO and CENG. Jim and Val were from the Academy. He also thinks
he had some vague memory of what may have been the CMO meeting his grandmother,
but he isn't sure because he cannot see her.
"Anyone here?" he asks.
No response.
That is a relief. As much as he did enjoy the visitors who came to wish him
well, and the research with Dr. Porter, he has not had much alone time or
quiet time since the accident. His Yeoman barely left his side too on orders
of the CMO to keep a watchful eye on him.
He checks to be sure that he really is alone.
"Computer, Quantify, identify, occupants of the room," he asks.
Computer> One. Human. Captain Kematsopoulos.
The man sighs. He is glad to be alone, but does not agree with the computer.
He has no recollection of making Captain either.
~~Am I really who everyone thinks I am?~~ he wonders.
He turns his concentration now instead to something more fruitful and puts
the arnwahk on his shoulder. He heads over to get the coffee and some breakfast.
He hasn't felt like going to the wardroom or crews mess since the accident.
He never, of course, had to worry about things like food since his Yeoman
would bring him anything he needed or wanted. Everything except of course
his memory. He sighs and wonders how long until he remembers and if it would
be before he would get the operation from the CMO to restore his sight. He
hopes that being able to see again will trigger his memories since time and
listening to the computer tell him about it in detail didn't work.
He does not want to tell CMO about the memory problems. It isn't just
guarantee new flurry of tests that she would order for him. Nor is it the
absolute certainty of not being allowed back to full duties, even if he could
see and wasn't dizzy most of the time. It is something else. Something very
odd is gnawing at him. It is a feeling, a sense, beyond any reason and beyond
any logic, that it would be extremely bad and cause something terrible to
happen to the ship if word of what happened to before or during the accident
got out or entered into the records. He does not understand it and recognizes
it as probably totally irrational, but because he had no idea what had happened,
he could not shine that light of knowledge or reason on the matter to dispel
the dark and growing feeling in the pit of his soul that something is very
wrong.
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