Personal Log, Lt. Jen Lee

Stardate 9906.18

Jen's thoughts whirled while she worked on the problems at hand. Though her Starfleet training had kicked into high speed, her mind was still worried about her friends. Three of her closest friends on the ship were all grabbed away from her by the aliens. Now, she knew what they felt when she was taken. Though this was magnified threefold.

Every time she found a slight weakness in the alien technology, she almost gleefully called it out to the Captain; this brought them one step closer to reuniting the "Fed" family again. Yet, each time she was unable to block an incoming torpedo or phaser blast, she felt her spirits sink; they were that much closer to losing three important members of the family. With renewed resolve, she attacked the incoming information and did her best to relay any pertinent information where it could be used best.

As if all of the current situation weren't enough, Serik was in sickbay, for the last several weeks. For some reason, the Doctor can't find out what is wrong with him. Hopefully, he'll be back on his feet soon.

Feeling a sense of being overwhelmed, Jen also remembered that next week, Liam and Antonia were getting married. As she calculated and prodded the trajectories and controls, she wondered what kind of a maid of honor she was. Pushing the personal thoughts down, she vowed to think of them at a more opportune time. For now, she had aliens to help defeat.