Chief Medic’s Log:

This has been a very difficult time.

Jared, Chase and I went to one of the moons nearby – Prynn - in order to pick up some supplies and to have some shore leave.

It was a beautiful place. There were lush forests, plenty of wildlife, and the people there lead a very simple life.  They shun technology and choose to live a life that is much like the life their ancestors lived.

I loved it there. I enjoyed getting to know the locals and taking walks in the forests with Jared.

But to Jared began to act differently. He simply was not like himself. Eventually, he began to be violent and his entire demeanor changed. He was hostile and spoke terrible things to me.

Come to find out, he had been infected with a native microbe. At this point, I am still not certain whether he was infected accidentally or intentionally. I suspect that it was intentional, because the way he spoke made it seem like he was under the influence of the elders in the village. While this is completely speculation on my part, I do believe that it is a valid conclusion.

During our stay, once his behavior got extremely erratic, I had to hide from him. One night, I stayed in a nook in a  tree.  Some of the local animals – called chittermyrrs -stayed with me and helped keep me warm.

Another time, when Jared had a hold of me and would not release me, it was necessary to plunge my dagger into his upper arm in order to buy some time so I could escape.  It haunts me that I would have to do something like that, but it was necessary. There was no other way.

In order to escape, Chase and I had to drug Jared.  Chase tricked Jared into letting him administer a sedative. We used a mild sedative at first said he would be more compliant but he would still be able to walk. Once we got him on the shuttle, he began to act violently again – so I had Chase give him a stronger sedative that knocked him out.

I had to pilot the shuttle. It was a bumpy ride, but we made it. I had flown the shuttle before, so I knew that I could take off and fly. The only problem was going to be with landing. Luckily, Morgan was able to use a tractor beam in order to bring us in safely to the shuttle bay.

Once we got back to the ship, I discovered that we had a stowaway. One of the chittermyrrs – named Grey One Who Chitters All Night, but Grey for short - snuck aboard the shuttle and came back with us to the Liberty. Since there is no way that we will be able to take him back, he is going to have to stay on board with us. *laughs*  Not that he seems to mind.  He seems to enjoy it here.

Once on board, I took Jared to the infirmary. I treated him with a strong antibiotic while I kept him sedated. I also consulted with Dr. Ishom, and he made a suggestion as to a medication to add to Jared’s regimen.  This additional medication in conjunction with the medication I had already administered seems to have done the trick. Jared is back to his normal self.

While I was in contact with Dr. Ishom, he made me a surprising offer: a spot in his medical school. All expenses will be paid, plus I would have a stipend. There would be a place for me to stay, and I could even bring Jared with me.

It is an incredibly tempting offer. Not only would I be able to become a full-fledged doctor, but it would also be a chance to set down some roots on an actual planet instead of going hither and yon.  I have talked to Jared about it. I know that he would support me, no matter what I decide – but I also know that he enjoys wandering the galaxy. I really believe that he would be bored to tears if I asked him to settle down somewhere.

Now we are getting ready to have a Halloween party.  I am looking forward to having some lighthearted fun. Maybe it’ll take my mind off of everything.

~ Shara, Chief Medic of the Liberty

Chief Medic’s Log:

Jared and I have returned from the medical conference on Symmtach.

Jared was right – there was trouble, but not from where we thought there was going to be trouble. Jared had thought that Dr. Ishom was a threat, that we were maybe walking into a trap. But that was not the case at all. The medical conference came under attack – people interested in stealing the new medical device and also medical supplies. Hostages were taken, and 20 of the doctors were killed.

It scares me to think that if it were not for Jared’s instincts – if he had not made us leave right before those men took over the conference – we could be dead right now.

We have a guest aboard the liberty – Dr. Ishom, the leader of the medical conference. He happened to follow us out of the room he saw us leaving – a move that very well may have saved his life.

Dr. Ishom will be staying on board liberty until it is safe for him to return to the medical facility. If he chooses to go somewhere other than the medical facility, I’m sure that we can take him wherever he wants to go.

Another thing happened while we were at the conference – I saved Jared’s life. Again. *soft chuckle* After all those times of him being afraid to take me with him on away missions, I end up saving him.

I don’t think that he will be insisting I stay on the ship anymore. He says that he wants me as his away team partner from now on.

I like the way that sounds.

~Shara, Chief Medic - Liberty

Chief Medic’s Log:

As an Orion female, I normally produce pheromones that can cause problems for humanoid males and females. In males, there is an increase in adrenaline production. This can cause males to be more aggressive. Prolonged exposure to the pheromones causes males to be extremely vulnerable to suggestion. In females, exposure results in migraines.

Until this point, I have been administering a formula that not only eliminates my pheromone production, but it also affects my temperament and also my sex drive. This was considered necessary when I was on Voyager.

Now that I am on the Liberty, I am going to speak to the captain about administering an anti-pheromone formula (so they will be immune to the effects of the pheromones) to the crewmembers and allowing myself to stop taking the pheromone inhibitor.

Not only will this eliminate the issue of having my mood and sex drive altered, it will also help to provide an additional level of defense for the ship that can work in conjunction with the intruder alert system.

Another thing that has transpired is that I have learned from the data feeds about a medical conference that is coming up this weekend. Not only are they unveiling a new piece of technology that I think would be very beneficial to have on board, but there will also be other workshops available and will also be a networking event.

Jared, of course, has insisted on coming with me. It’s not that I mind his company at all – far from it – I just wish that he would not be quite so paranoid about my safety. What could possibly happen at a conference full of doctors? It just seems like he is worrying for nothing.

~Shara, Chief Medic – Liberty

Chief Medic’s Log:

For starters, I lost a bet to Jared this week.  I said I could hide better than he could track.  I dragged Morgan along with me.  We hid and Jared found us – because I was wearing perfume.  Not to mention that he suggested I wear the perfume that morning.  No, that wasn’t cheating at all….

Oh well.  I lost, so I’ll have to pay up.  *laughs*

On a different note, we picked up some unusual cargo this week.  Zeke was paid a premium to take the cargo sight unseen.  (Not unusual in our line of work, I might add.)

Shortly after we picked up this cargo, the crew began to see unusual things.   Morgan saw a puppy she had long ago when she was a child.  Jared saw his grandmother. Rain saw his sister, Misty. I saw Misha, a pet that we had on my old ship, the Cedalion.

At first we thought that we were simply tired and were seeing things; but after we had gotten together and compared notes, we discovered that all of us were seeing things that we had been thinking about in the moments before they manifested.  Whatever we thought about, we saw.

Putting two and two together, we realized that this began when the cargo was brought on board. After Jared, Morgan and Rain went down to the cargo bay, they discovered that the crate we had brought onboard was a portable holodeck – one designed to manifest what the person is thinking.  It had powered up on its own.

Morgan shut it down after disengaging the power source and things returned to normal.

Now we are looking forward to some nice, relaxing shore leave – spending the money we made from the cargo, of course.

Oh.  And I am continuing to train the crew and take precautions in case something happens to me.  I am continuing their training in first aid and also making notes to include in the medkits on board.

~ Shara, Chief Medic of the Liberty

Chief Medic’s Log

This has been a very emotional and traumatic week.

We started off the week by finding out some information on a known criminal – J’rem H’soth.  While he had a long list of crimes that were associated with him, he actually only had a bounty out for one crime – grand larceny. And the bounty that was offered for this particular crime was huge.

The crew of the Liberty decided to pursue J’rem H’soth. After doing some research and getting some background information, they felt well equipped to handle him.

They got information about J’rem’s location and pursued him there.  They had tracked him to some caverns and Jared, Rain, Zeke and Morgan were trying to locate him in the huge labyrinth of tunnels below ground. 

In the process, the group split up.  Each group thought that Morgan was with the other group.

J’rem captured Morgan and used a spacial rift generator to carry her to a planet called Ryth.  He tortured her for hours, including carving his name into her flesh and a brutal sexual assault.

Rain, Jared and Zeke had a confrontation with J’rem, and J’rem lost an arm in the scuffle.  But, unfortunately, J’rem escaped.

It was all I could do not to cry when I saw the damage that had been inflicted upon Morgan. My heart ached as I used the dermal regenerator to remove J’rem’s name from her side.  He had taken the knife and cut it into her flesh in well over a dozen places, other than where he had carved his name into her.  He had brutally beaten her – her face was a testimony to his evil viciousness. 

I have healed her physical wounds, but I know that the emotional ones will take much longer to heal.  Rain is doing everything he can to help her.

J’rem made some threats during the confrontation with the guys on the planet.  He told Jared that he was going to sell me into slavery. I also know that Morgan is afraid that he will come back to hurt her again. Perhaps even kill her.

Because of these threats, we have been working to put our intruder alert system back online and we are also becoming much more vigilant in helping the crew keep track of each other.

When we confront J’rem again, we will be ready.

~ Shara, Chief Medic of the Liberty

Chief Medic’s Log

MU Tom Paris is still missing; however, because the Alsuran goverment officials have found some of his clothing and other effects in the desert near the prison where he had been held, he is presumed dead by the Alsurans.

Zeke made the announcement earlier this week. While it hurt terribly to hear what he had to say, there was some closure at least. Zeke does not want to change his MIA status, but in my heart I truly feel like he is gone.

I have just about finished all of my preparations for the medical training for the crew. While I will keep having ongoing training, the basic training has been completed and the basic preparations have been put into place. I feel much better about the possibility of my being hurt  – at the very least, the crew should be able to administer basic first aid.

The Liberty had shore leave on Altori.  It was nice to actually be able to breathe fresh air and have the sun on my face. The crew sold some of the meds that they had acquired on the last mission so that we could restock some supplies and the crew could have some spending money. I spent shore leave with Jared on the planet’s surface.

The Altori people are remarkably human in their appearance. In fact, they are so similar to humans that most of the crew of the liberty had no problem blending in.  I, of course, stood out.  In fact, I attracted so much attention that we had to make a hasty retreat from the planet’s surface. Because there is an active slave trade on that planet, there were some merchants who wanted to acquire me so that they could sell me. That brought back some unpleasant memories, to say the least.

Rain and Morgan got into some trouble on the planet’s surface. They decided to steal a very expensive bottle of brandy from the Prince.  They walked right into the palace and got it – and they were seen.  They were chased by the palace guards.  Rain got a concussion and Morgan subdued the guards.  Jared and I came upon them while we were running from our crowd and helped Rain get back to the shuttle. 

Rain had a brief bout of disorientation and amnesia, but when he saw how Morgan was reacting he decided to pretend like he was still having amnesia so that she would be nice to him. I played along and gave Morgan explicit instructions that she was to cater to Rain and also to help him regain his memory by using familiar acts of intimacy. I am sure that when she finds out that I played along there’ll be hell to pay, but it was hilarious.

I like the way that this crew interacts. They are always joking or talking. When I first came on board, Zeke said that this crew was like a family. I really didn’t believe him at first. While the crew on Voyager is a wonderful group of people and I have a lot of friends on there, there was always a regimented aspect to life on Voyager that I never really could get comfortable with. I like this crew in the way that they treat each other as equals.  Yes, we do have a captain.  We do have a first officer. But I never feel like I am talking to someone who is superior to me in any way.  They are just Zeke and Rain – sort of like my dad and brother.

And this crew looks out for each other. Yes, the Voyager crew looks out for each other. But the feeling I get from this crew is so very different. I know that they would go to the ninth level of hell and back for me, and I would do the same for them.

Jared and I had a long talk after we got back from shore leave.  I talked about my background, what my life was like before I came to Voyager and Liberty.  And about him. 

Because of the trouble that Rain and Morgan had gotten into, the crew of the Liberty had to rescue the daughter of the Prince from whom they stole the bottle of brandy.  She had been kidnapped and it was assumed that she was being sold into slavery.

Rain, Morgan, Jared and I posed as masters and slaves so that we could infiltrate where the auction was being held and rescue the princess. Rain and I posed as slaves, while Jared and Morgan posed as brother and sister slave owners.

I wore my slave girl outfit (http://www.twitpic.com/gm25c) and Jared and I provided a distraction so that Rain and Morgan could grab the princess and make a run for the shuttle. Things went very smoothly and without a hitch.

It was the first time that I actually helped with a mission.  I was glad that I could be of help. And I look forward to helping them more in the future.

~Shara, Chief Medic – Liberty

Chief Medic’s Log

This has been a very busy week on the Liberty.  I thought when I transferred from Voyager to the Liberty things would be a little bit more exciting, but I did not realize exactly how exciting it would be. I’m not complaining. It is good to be needed. It’s just…. different.

Since the Liberty is following along with Voyager, I can at least visit with friends. Ensigns Braddock and Arda visited me on the Liberty earlier in the week. I got to show them around my office and also to chat with them for a while. I hope that I will be able to visit them on Voyager soon.

I was also very surprised this week to discover a stowaway on the Liberty. I nearly shot him with a phaser in the infirmary whenever I discovered him in a ventilation duct.  Come to find out he had been a stowaway sent their last landing and had been surviving by stealing food and other items. His name is Thrail Shra (follow him at – www.twitter.com/thrailshra ) and he and I have had the chance to talk. It seems that we have something in common – we have both lost spouses.

It is somehow comforting to talk to someone who understands the pain and loss of losing a spouse. While other people can be very sympathetic, to be able to share memories and feelings with someone who understands exactly how you feel provides a special kind of comfort. I hope that I was as comforting to him as he has been to me.

I have also found out that Tom is missing. He volunteered to go on a mission – insisted on going – by himself.  We have not heard from him since he left. Right now I am not sure he is dead or alive. I keep telling myself that he is too stubborn to die, that he is going to walk in my door with a cocky smile and tell me all about how exciting his mission was. I keep telling myself that he is thinking of me where he is, and that he is doing his best to come back to me.

But I also have to face reality. He may never come back.  I just keep taking every day, one day at a time, trying not to dwell on what is happening to him. Or what has already happened.

It was also an explosion on board this week.  I’m not sure exactly what happened, but Morgan – our engineer – must have left something running. There was an explosion and I was hurt.  I received some burns, nothing life-threatening as long as they were treated quickly. I made my way to the infirmary and Jared helped me to treat my burns.

I believe that both of our shuttles have been damaged and are not able to fly. I also believe that Morgan is working to repair them as quickly as she possibly can. Until the shuttles have been repaired, we are shipbound. 

Morgan and Rain – our First Officer/Science Officer – got into quite a tiff about the accident, but I think they are okay now. They seemed like they were getting along fine last night.

Which brings me to last night.

When I came from Voyager, I brought along my database of 20th century music. I was listening to music in my quarters and dancing, trying to keep my mind off of everything that is going on with Tom.

Jared heard music and followed it to my room. He started singing to me and also we begin to dance.  I have not laughed like that in a long time. Don’t get me wrong – he is an excellent singer and dancer.  He was simply trying to do things in a way so that I would laugh. 

Morgan and Rain also followed the music to my room and they joined us. We took turns selecting songs. It was a lot of fun.

The final song we did was dancing to the Time Warp. It was so much fun we did it twice. By the end of the night, everyone was laughing and having a good time.

Then it came time for everyone to say goodnight. Rain and Morgan left, leaving Jared and myself in my quarters. Jared tried to give me a kiss goodnight, but I couldn’t let him.  I keep telling myself that Tom is going to come home. I can’t betray Tom like that.  Jared said he understood.  We ended the night on a good note.

With us not knowing where Tom is right now, I need to make arrangements and plan ahead with the assumption that he may not come back. Since Tom was supposed to be our backup medic, I now have to have a backup plan in case I am the one that is injured. Receiving those burns in that accident really made it hit home. Jared helped as much as he was able to, but if I had not been awake and able to talk him through everything he would not have been able to help me.

Today I will be working on labeling everything in my medical kit in plain English – analgesics will be labeled as pain killers, etc. – along with very explicit instructions on how to use all of the medications and tools that are included in the kit.

I will be including instructions for human, Orion and Andorian first aid.  I also plan on meeting with every member of the crew for a quick orientation so that they will be comfortable using everything in the kit in case of an emergency.

I am sure that we will be planning another mission soon, so I want to make sure that I have all of this completed by the time we leave for our next mission.

~Shara, Chief Medic – Liberty

Captain’s Log:
Our mission on Augan was a complete disaster. Not only did we not get paid for the mission, but our medic doublecrossed us. He and his cohorts ended up stealing our payload and also ransacking the ship. My remaining three crew members – Jared Stone, Morgan Connelly and Rain Meadows – were all seriously injured in the process.
Jared was in the worst shape of all three, but Morgan and Rain were pretty bad off, too.

We had a few remaining medical supplies, but no idea what to do with them or even what they were for.
Then, we pick up something on our long-range scans that ended up being an escape pod. Two life signs on board, and one of those was weak. One human. One Orion. In the Delta Quadrant!

It turns out that the Orion is a ”doctor’s assistant” named Shara that is serving on Voyager. She patched up her friend that was in the pod with her – some hotshot pilot named Tom Paris – and then proceeded to jump right in and help my crew. I’ll be damned if she didn’t save them all.

Rain and Morgan were up and walking around the next day – weak, but alive. Jared was still in bad shape, and Doc – which is what we have been calling Shara – said she needed stronger medicines in order to help him. Plus she needed some other stuff for her pheromone shots, whatever the hell those do.

Since we were going to go on a “procurement mission” – in other words, go grab some stuff – in order to get what we needed, Doc went ahead and made up a list for us to get so that we could fully stock the infirmary and also have extra stuff we could sell off later.

We found a nearby planet that operates on a caste system. Upper and lower caste. Morgan had a contact that was a doctor in the hospital for the lower caste. He supplied uniforms, IDs, and map and key cards. We go in, take the meds from the upper caste hospital, then give some to him for payment for the uniforms and ID’s, plus he’d give us crates of food, jugs of water, and other supplies.

Since Jared – our pilot – was in no shape to help, Tom Paris (aka Hotshot) offered to pilot for the mission. I’ll say this – he is an arrogant son of a bitch, but he sure can pilot a shuttle. Damn. Poetry in motion is all I can say about that flight.
It all went without a hitch – textbook operation. We went in, grabbed the goods, made the exchange and got the hell back to Liberty. Hotshot went right in with us and worked right alongside us – no problems at all.

Doc worked her magic on Jared with those meds we got. He is still hobbling around, but at least he is breathing. Doc says he’ll be walking on his own soon. Not sure when he can pilot. Doc was really hesitant to tell me when that might happen.

I was impressed as hell with that short, green spitfire. Doc knows her way around an infirmary, and her saving my crew – plus Hotshot, her friend – was the best possible job interview I could have seen. I offered her a position as our medic on Liberty.

Tom wanted to stay. Almost from the minute he set foot on Liberty and was conscious. Doc took some convincing. Damn, she is a stubborn one. But she can tell we genuinely like her, and we appreciate her. I think that goes a long way. She accepted my offer.

Last night, I met with the captain of Voyager (Captain Janeway) and one of her officers, a Vulcan named Tuvok. They came aboard the Liberty to see the ship and to see Shara and Tom. Janeway did her best to convince me that keeping Tom and Shara here is a mistake, but I know in my gut that it’s the right decision, and I told her so.

Still, as a courtesy and to make sure things go well, I agreed to follow close to Voyager for a while and see how things go during a trial period. I don’t have any concerns, but Janeway does. I think it will work out for both of us. I am sure we will see each other again soon.

Ezekiel (”Zeke”) Storm, Captain of the Liberty