Personal Log

Lt. Jen Lee

Stardate 9902.10

Dashing into her quarters, Jen starts thinking about this latest mission while changing into a clean uniform, and brushing out her hair. Since there were dignitaries onboard, it wouldn't do to have a scruffy looking CSCI.

What could I have done better? I feel like such a failure. I know I shouldn't berate myself for Quell being sucked into the crystal, yet somehow, I feel like there should have been something I could do. I don't know if I have something physically wrong with me, or if Kenna is just having this effect on me. I have been so confused lately. I feel like I'm torn in a thousand directions at once.

Starfleet training? What's that? Stay with the team. The team was down in a cave, getting sucked into a crystal, and I was up playing finger-paint with a native. Then, by making Mary come down to the crystals with me, I got her hurt. Cardassians popping out of nowhere, fully cloaked with poison on their weapons.

I just feel like a leaf in a cyclone ... never knowing where or what or when ... just being buffeted all over the place. OK, Jen, you're presentable again. Back to work. And pull yourself together girl!

Jen races back out the door, and down to Science to await the next set of orders from the Commodore in regard to the crystal matrix. In the mean time, she studies her tricorder readings to see what she can do about the indigenous people stuck in there.