Personal Log Stardate: 47006.3
Recently, I’ve been thinking about my heritage and upbringing. I caught a scent from one the food vendors on Utopia Planetia and it instantly brought me back to home. The vendor was using a combination of spices that remind of one of my childhood favorites. My father used to cook an amazing koganko pudding. I’ll see if the Avenger’s replicators can come close to making it like dad did.
I’ve also been thinking about Bajor. Maybe I could serve Bajor better by joining the Bajoran security forces. Now that the Federation is helping, maybe real progress can be made. Serving among so many races and cultures is a tremendous plus for Starfleet service, but there is no one in the galaxy like a Bajoran. My heart calls me home. But there is a difference between a heart desire and the Prophets’ guidance. And although I desire to return to Bajor, if I’m honest with myself, I know the Prophets are telling me: not yet.
I’ve heard a rumor that I might be getting a Bajoran counselor. That would be wonderful–if true. But Starfleet rumors fly faster than Fire Cave bats. I’ll try to not get my hopes up.
Speaking of not getting my hopes up–I haven’t had my meeting with Admiral Hawthorne yet, he keeps delaying. I’m not sure if the delay is intentional or not. But he hasn’t allowed my access to the Avenger yet and I’m getting pissed off. I am ready to take command and get to know my ship and crew. I’m sure my new counselor would tell me to be patient, but being patient runs against my nature. I’m seriously thinking of sneaking onto the ship. I’m sure Darren would surreptitiously beam me aboard. I would catch a shit storm of trouble from the Admiral if I did.
Captain Faren Reon 