Act One, Scene Two

[Leana]

Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log:

"I am trying to enjoy what remains of my short leave here on Starbase 74. It can sometimes be hard for me to relax - I always feel like there is something I'm forgetting when most certainly there isn't. Councilor McCoy always implores to 'talk to me about it', knowing full well I don't want to. I am not a typical Orion."

I roll my eyes. "Computer. Delete last sentence."

"I did, however, take Erica's advice and took some holodeck time this morning. Though it was only simulated, I had missed my favorite beach on Sigma Orionis. The warm suns. The violet sand. A drink in one hand and soft violin playing in the background. Truly my kind of day. Though after about an hour of bliss I remembered I was to meet Erica for lunch.

"As I left the holodeck, I was accosted by a Ferrangi who seemed to think that I could be purchased. Just a reminder of my heritage, I suppose."

I sigh heavily. "Computer. Delete last two sentences."

A transmission comes in.

"Hold that thought. I have just received word that the Thunderchild has undergone an attack since my time away. From what little I have read of the acting CMO's reports, it sounds like I will have my work cut out for me."

Dr Leana Vanleare