Log Entry 160123.166

Our helm and navigation stations are usually manned by Rutter and/or Arcaran. Rutter, you know all about, but Arcaran, he's a bit of an enigma!


Arcaran is Andorian and was just a crewman. That was because he trained with the Andorian National Guard and there was some discussion as to whether or not his Andorian training was sufficient to allow him entry into Starfleet as an Ensign. It turns out that it is, so now he has been assigned that rank.
Arcaran can be quite a serious chap, but he does have a very dry sense of humour hidden away. It can often be very difficult to read his mood despite his antennae which, for Andorians, are usually far more expressive than their faces. However, Arcaran has developed some very strange antennae movements that make him very difficult to read.
For instance, when an Andorian is interested in something, his antennae usually curve towards the object in question. When fearful or excited, their antennae will stand rigid, sometimes quivering. When tired or saddened, they droop. When distressed, they flay about quite wildly, and when drunk, they wobble unsteadily in different directions.
Arcaran, though, prefers to keep us all on our toes. His antennae move completely independently of each other, seeming to express two completely different emotions at the same time. I find watching his antennae quite mesmeric!


Gideon is sometimes on the bridge too. He's part of the maintenance team and a real Mr Fixit. The general consensus of opinion is that if he can't put it right, no one can! He's also the Transporter Chief.


Lastly, although not a bridge officer, I think I should mention the doctor. Known affectionately as Rosie during his Academy days, he had managed to throw off that nickname for over thirty years, until I came along that is. Somehow, I knew he was known as Rosie and re-saddled him with it. In fact, now I come to think about it, I've never managed to get to the bottom of that—how I knew his nickname from the Academy. Fortunately, he doesn't seem to mind it. Rather, he seems to embrace it.
He's a tall man with pale blue eyes and platinum white hair that makes him look older than his years. Put aside that white hair and he looks about fifty. He's a lithe man who can be found jogging through the corridors each morning before work. He's quite proud of his fitness. He also works far harder than he should, often late into the night.
When he speaks, he does so with a gentle, yet gravelly voice, and his bedside manner is impeccable.
Rosie has been married for over twenty-five years to Lulu, an astral chemist who serves aboard the Interplanetary Science Centre on Empathos IV. These are all facts Luke and I uncovered by means I'd rather forget.
And we are now approaching Dirria, so I'd better put this datapad down and pay attention!

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