Personal Log, Lt. Freya Svanirsdottir, ISS Cromwell. Entry 075.

Posted on Monday August 19th, 2019 @ 3:00pm by Lieutenant Commander Freya Mannerheim

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Personal Log, Lt. Freya Svanirsdottir, ISS Cromwell. Entry 075.

Chief Flight Control Officer. It feels a bit strange, sitting here in my own, private quarters, full Lieutenant pips on my collar. And that collar is red. The uniform is different from that of the Empire, but similar enough for me to see something in the mirror that I never, ever wanted to see. I see in the mirror, and they are looking back at me. I really hope I will get used to this. The Poseidon needs me. The ship needs me. I need to be able to perform my duties.

I miss you, Sora, and I know you would be proud of me. I met a young medical officer yesterday. You would have liked Erica, she is so much like you. She's a half-Orion, and really quite smart, even if she underestimates herself. You would love the Poseidon. And I am sure there would be a place for you at Starfleet academy for when I finally find a way to bring you here. For now, I need to get a grip, though. I look in the mirror, and I see through it, back to our universe. I see myself wearing the red uniform of Paladin's lackeys dragging me out of bed to throw me in the agoniser. I see the uniform of Paladin himself, standing there, laughing as I suffer.

I just hope I don't run into him with anything sharp within reach over the next few days.

End personal log.

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