cadet_amara | Entries tagged with field logs

Amara wasn't as nervous submitting this particular log. It did have her usual overly personal touch of course, but if Admiral Pike hadn't sent her packing yet he probably wasn't going to. At least not over these logs. She entered his office right on time and set the PADD down on his desk, waiting to be acknowledged before speaking. She actually hated turning in assignments in person, and her stomach turned a little as she waited for him to read it. There was something unnerving about having your work judged right in front of you, and she had to say although Admiral Pike had always been fair, it still scared the hell out of her.

( Field Log Five )

Current Mood: thoughtful

Amara had debated whether or not she should turn this log in to Admiral Pike. Honestly she had not meant it to get so.... personal... but it had. She thought about deleting it and quickly writing another short log on the work she'd done in the cargo bay, but last time she'd done that he'd called her in for a conference. This time, he wanted this log in person. That made it even more nervewracking. Honestly, had she any brains she'd delete the damn thing and write something less... private, more official.

However, she was serious about wanting to make a change. And she felt that putting her anger out there was important to that process. So she had decided to keep the damn log. What was the worst that could happen? Pike decides she's crazy and finally boot her out of the Academy? Or decide the only thing he wanted her around was empty cargo containers? That pretty much seemed to be her current assignment anyway...

And so, with a final sigh, somewhere between defeat and resolution, the Cadet entered the Admiral's office and set the PADD with the dreaded Field Training Log on his desk. She then stood stiffly, waiting for the verdict.

( Field Training Log #4 )