And, in the light of the above mentioned facts, I'm using my advantage again to drop off my daily report.
I decided that I needed the feeling of accomplishment and attacked the Epilogue of the story, since it is less than 3 pages long and I didn't have to look out for continuity errors so sharply. So I finished the translation of those almost-3 pages and sent off the Epilogue to the most generous lindahoyland for beta reading. She was offering and I shamelessly took advantage of her offer. The snippet posted below is the raw version, probably full of grammatical oddities, for which I apologize. Translating generates a lot more mistakes, as I tend to unconsciously import German or Hungarian grammatical structures into English.
Excerpt:
In her comfortable though puritan quarters in Starbase 13’s habitat area Dr. Cheung studied the data the Enterprise had brought from McBurney IV to the middle of the simulated night. This wasn’t the first night spent with this particular job. Commodore Stone had got her the permission from Admiral Nhauris, the head of Starfleet Sciences, to access all information concerning her special scientific field, and she’d been spent all her time with this study, day and night. A subspace channel between her and the team of Vulcan scientists who studied the same data on Memory Alpha – especially young T’Pan, her immediate co-worker – stood always open.
Well, almost always. Even Vulcans and Orions needed sleep, occasionally.
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I decided that I needed the feeling of accomplishment and attacked the Epilogue of the story, since it is less than 3 pages long and I didn't have to look out for continuity errors so sharply. So I finished the translation of those almost-3 pages and sent off the Epilogue to the most generous
Excerpt:
In her comfortable though puritan quarters in Starbase 13’s habitat area Dr. Cheung studied the data the Enterprise had brought from McBurney IV to the middle of the simulated night. This wasn’t the first night spent with this particular job. Commodore Stone had got her the permission from Admiral Nhauris, the head of Starfleet Sciences, to access all information concerning her special scientific field, and she’d been spent all her time with this study, day and night. A subspace channel between her and the team of Vulcan scientists who studied the same data on Memory Alpha – especially young T’Pan, her immediate co-worker – stood always open.
Well, almost always. Even Vulcans and Orions needed sleep, occasionally.