Personal Log: Commander Donovan; 51121-2239

[Donovan]

takes a CO’s tour of Excision, with a lengthy pause in Engineering
quickly dismisses the DamCons who are hell-bent on saluting and acknowledging him
pauses with his coffee cup while contemplating some readouts and equipment… and is he decanting something from that valve??!!
To those who know him best and have served closely with him in the past, there’s the slightest betrayal of emotions… barely visible before he steels himself back to the persona he must portray to the crew…
Rosenberg said that realities had compressed… had combined… merged, somehow. I was there when ship identities were changing… morphing… adapting when we first coalesced.
I waited. I scanned. I hoped.
I wished that somewhere, on one of these ships, from one of the alternative realities, that I might find you… or, at least, one of the alternate you’s.
I’ve sent out coded transmissions from Comms while blury was deployed in the shuttle. I’ve programmed the energy signatures on multiple probes with encrypted wavelengths, hoping you’d hear “The Parting Glass” in the subharmonics and respond in kind.
wanders through the rest of the CO’s tour, barely acknowledging anyone or anything that he’s supposed to be reviewing, until he finally makes it back to the Ready Room
I see and hear you in the tone of so many of my orders to my own crew… my words to Horiz… I mean, Relentless… I need to constantly remind myself that it won’t be your voice responding…
I hope you’ve heard me and that I’ve made you proud.
I’m not going to stop searching for you, my friend. I can’t acknowledge that you’re gone.

[Adele Mundy]

Of all the watches that e’er I stood,
I spent them in good company,
And all the beams that e’er I shot
I shot them at the enemy;
And all th’ exams that e’er I took
To memory now I can’t recall,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.

If I had time enough to spend
And leisure to sit here awhile
I’d tell you of Horizon fair
That sorely had my heart beguiled:
Her bonny lines, her gallant crew,
I own she had my heart enthralled,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all

The fairest shipt hat e’er I had
Fought bravely, but I could not stay,
And though my comrades may be sad
I’ve reached my time to go away.
So since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not,
I’ll gently rise and softly call
Good night, and joy be with you all.

A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may crew a pretty ship
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since we know there has to be
A time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all

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