Helle Brannon Personal Log
Characters: Dr. Hellecat Brannon
They say you should be careful of what you wish for, because you just may get it. Well, chalk another one up for them. I mean I know I wanted to be kept busy but this has been ridiculous! It has been ages since I’ve had the chance to even think about putting down a personal log… and this is it. Typically I now find I have nothing to write about!! I think I’ve somehow forced my brain into an involuntary retirement. Everything I do seems to be on auto-pilot. Wake, dress, eat, work, sleep, wake, dress, eat, work, sleep. Apparently we have gained another recruit in the medical department, but I haven’t even seen hide nor hair of him yet. Something I really must rectify.
There has been such an oppressive air over the ship and crew since we left B5. Absolutely nobody knows what to expect from this mission and yet it seems everybody has their own theory – and it’s showing up in terms of increased stress and tension. It’s funny but I’ll bet the Phoenix herself knows more about what we’re in for than we do. It’s amazing how the imagination can rule people. Earlier we had heard rumours that we were about to receive a wounded man in MedLab who had been attacked with a sword of all things! It turned out that it was that smarmy smartalec Baxter and that he’d gotten no more than the beating that he’d been asking for for sometime. Thank you to whoever was responsible! 🙂
I’ve noticed that a few of the nursing staff have been making little mistakes here and there of late. Nothing of life threatening importance, more matters of procedure than anything. I’m sure it’s due to their worries but I can’t let it go unnoticed. I’ll have a word to each of them and to Dr Trassano – or should I have a word to Dr Trassano first? She is CMO but I’m supposed to be here to lighten her load not add to her duties. No, this is something I can deal with. If things don’t improve after my little chat with them, THEN I’ll involve Dr Trassano. Of course the death in Engineering hasn’t helped with morale. Although it is always there, our own mortality never really raises its head until we’re reminded of it by something like this.
Well, I’m fully rested and I’ve 12 hours free time up my sleeve. I think I’ll go track down that so-far mythical bar that this ship has and get completely sloshed. No, I’m kidding. I’ll just wind down with a drink or two and clear my head with something other than MedLab. Come to think of it, I never did find out if these personal logs are accessible by Security so I’m DEFINITELY only having a drink or two. Hehehehe