Personal Log: Fletcher McNeil

[USS Wanderer]
[1600 Hours]

Fletcher leaned against a console in the engineering space, watching the engine output remain steadily the same.

"Computer," he said in a low voice to the empty room. "Begin new log entry." The computer bleeped its understanding, and Fletcher sighed a little.

"Personal log, Fletcher McNeil. I think I'm going to have a lot of time on my hands here." He reached down and picked up a PADD off the floor. "It's a small ship, so I'm doubling as medical and engineering, neither of which I really expect to have any major issues. There's not enough people on board to stay busy in medical, and if there's an engineering problem it'll be trouble anyway."

He stopped for a moment and tapped on the console, running a low level diagnostic just to keep himself amused.

"We'll see. Maybe it will give me a chance to read up more on medicine."

He paused, thinking to himself if he had anything else to say, but nothing seemed overly important.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. Computer, end log."