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Bahb's Final Log
The ship is gone, the crew dead. Not really much left to tell. We screwed up. I think I am done with Starfleet.
Personal Log - Bishop 6

I’m not really sure how to compile this entry, but here goes… we’d gotten back from the trinary system’s gateways. Since her lady hadn’t had the courtesy to stick around, Pia had come back to the Odyssey with us, and I was showing her around. Life was getting back to normal, and then the ship was being attacked. I can tell you with absolute certainty that being a passenger on a ship in combat sucks! Next thing I know, everyone’s been told to abandon ship and I was headed for an escape pod. When the smoke cleared, we were on a rather nice planet, apparently a Bajoran colony, probably for the rest of our lives, so we had that going for us. Except this planet was being invaded by whatever had just taken out the ship, so…

Then I felt the unnerving feeling of being transported and soon found myself on a ship – a familiar one crewed by Andorians and captained by the nutcase of a woman that had originally abducted me… ‘overwhelmed’ does not begin to cover my feelings at that point.

She had a proposition – do a job for her and she’d help us restore the Odyssey by taking us back to a point where we could change the outcome. Whatever, that sounded good to me. Bahb was going to be in charge, and he seemed more stubborn than usual in justifying this mission, even in the face of Tivna’s objections to tampering with the ‘Temporal Prime Directive’. Again, whatever.

The job we had to do for Madame Mindfuck was simple enough – steal a runabout. She took us back to the trinary system and teleported us down to intercept an away team. What we didn’t know was that we had also transferred to something Bahb referred to as the ‘Mirror Verse’, where people were supposed to be more evil. I was still brain-fried, so when the away team showed up consisting of Bahb and Kevas it didn’t really phase me too much; Bahb – the one I’d shown up with – gave the go ahead and I opened up. Buncha dead away team. Then, since there wasn’t a duplicate of me or Tivna, we used the Chewbacca Gambit to return to the ship. That led to me an Tivna being taken away for interrogation (read as tortured) while the other two went to get the ship.

Agonizer booths are not something I’d recommend for trial – there is no way to adequately describe the level of pain you endure in one. And I do mean endure – since there’s no actual damage being done to your body, it can just keep going on and on and on. Thankfully, Tivna’s part Vulcan so she had the wherewithal to resist for the period we were in the booths, which wasn’t long. Being an ‘Augment’ is good for some things and resisting torture is one of them. I managed to break out and kill the two guards who were there – Kevas might not have approved but screw it. I got Tivna out, plus another Vulcan in a booth who didn’t deserve to be there as far as I was concerned. Then Tivna led us to the shuttle bay via the Jeffries Tubes and we hooked up with the other two and made our escape in the Runabout. They had made our escape a little easier with a little ‘experimental engineering’, so adios fuckers!

When we got back to Nutjob, we turned over the ship and got down to our business. This was a little easier to pull off – we simply got sent down to the control room on the ice planet and waited. When Barre showed up – after assaulting Bahb and escaping through the gateway from the station – we simply lit him up. (Seemed to me like Bahb took particular joy in that, but it might’ve been my imagination.) Well, whatever temporal mechanics stuff happened, we found ourselves slapped back into our own bodies as the timeline re-asserted itself into our reality. After that, all we had to do was run through some events we’d already done and get back to the Odyssey.

There have been some noticeable changes though: Barre never made it back, so we can’t question him (nor was I really interested in what he had to say); this time, we managed to reunite Pia with her ladyship, Milano, so she went back to her home; and we discovered the unconscious Vulcan female in the control room on the ice planet when we got back, so we took her to the medical facility on the ship where she’s recovering from the ordeal of the agonizer booths, and I’ve been working with her with regard to being in a new universe. She seems resilient enough, though she is a bit wary of the Doc.

Tivna and Bahb have taken steps to make sure we don’t even get close to the distress call that brought us near those aliens invading the Gideon colony, so I don’t know how that’s gonna turn out, other than ‘not good’

I’m sure I don’t want just anyone reading this, so I’m going to lock it with a secure access code.

End log entry.

Bahb’s Log - Episode 15
Time shall tell

Life can be very strange sometimes it will throw you a curve ball that are completely unexpected. I often use metaphors in my explanations of things and this metaphor is very pertinent because it comes from a game called baseball a human game that I have recently become aware of. In this game you have a man who throws a ball at another man with a bad tries to hit the ball. A curveball isn’t wonderful active physics. The ball is thrown from the picture towards the man with the bad cold the bathroom at the West second football clothes away from him. How was active physics works is quite extraordinary but it is not what we are talking about today. Today we are Are talking about wife and feet and how strange things happen. As you know I am a temporal specialist. As a temporal specialist I study time and the intricacies of the universe. So when something strange happens and I am given the choice to travel through time and fix it I can’t help myself I have to fix it. This I know it was a violation of the Temporal prime directive. But is it truly a violation if either temporal events led up to this moment?

So I had tons of logs written and I have deleted them because the events that happened in those logs have never actually happened. Time Trump was such a strange strange thing.

Bishop told us about a crazy woman in a ship traveling with a bunch of Andorians. I honestly just thought he was making it up. Now I have met the crazy woman and I am uncertain as to what just happened. With the help of the crazy woman I am a small group of other Starfleet officers travel backwards through time stopped an atrocity and saved the lives of every person on our crew.

Now we are moving forward in a new timeline and I am certain that things have changed. I can only worry about the possibilities but I will not let this worry bother me for I am certain that the saving of my crew is more important than whatever comes our way. And plus side this event has been closer to another crew member and I think a Relationship may be for me. We shall see.

Personal Log - Bishop 5

I finally got tapped for an away mission, and I think it went pretty well! The Odyssey had left the vicinity of space station spooky and we were continuing on a mission of exploring the quadrant when BAM! It was like the ship had his a sandbar, and I guess that’s the closest thing to what had actually happened. A buildup of tetryons on the shields had reached dangerous levels and the ship had to perform an emergency exit from warp. There were minor injuries all over the ship, but no serious casualties.

We found ourselves in what HAD to be an engineered star system – three stars orbiting equidistantly from their center of gravity, all orbited by six planets: a hot rock, three small low-atmo earth-like planets, and two big gas giants. The three earth-like planets were sharing an orbit, and were equidistantly placed. In addition, one was predominantly arctic, one desert, and the last one was jungle. Like I said, no doubt this system had been engineered and it was screaming Prothean to me.

Kyron was leading this away team, and he tapped myself, the Doc, a civilian archaeologist by the name of Banks, a Starfleet physicist named V’Lur, and a young security officer, Chan. Our task was to check out some ruins that had been detected on the planet; those ruins were giving off some sort of emission aimed at the three stars and causing the tetryon buildup in that part of the sector. Until we figured out how to either shut whatever down or destroy it, we weren’t going anywhere, at least at warp speed. Oh, and I forgot to mention, the class six ion storm building in the system meant we were on a time limit.

We shuttled down – rough landing – and had to hike across the tundra in a storm; not exactly fun when it feels like you’re three klicks high, but we did it. Banks suffered the most on the trip, but Doc shot him up with some triox compound and set him right. The ruins were old, and not exactly Prothean in nature. Old though, and Banks suggested they were from some race called the T’kon, which I’d never heard of. But time was wasting, so we took readings and headed deeper to find the source of the emissions – a room with a massive parabolic dish and two ‘gateways’ to the other two earth-like planets’ emission room.

A third gateway led to someplace else – since I was the only one with a vacuum capable suit I checked that one out – I think it was some station and I know it was a different system, as evidenced by the large blue star it was orbiting. I took some readings and got back to the team. Kyron and Chan had already started figuring out how to shut everything down when we got ambushed. A buncha stinkin’ vorcha of all things – there’s no way that vermin should be in this part of space!

We took care of business, and I got the okay to find the vorcha warren while Starfleet got back to work on the emitter. Tracking vorcha isn’t the most pleasant of jobs in nice terrain, and in arctic ruins it just sucks! Luckily for me, one of them had escaped after being shot, so I had a blood trail to follow. Don’t know if that was a good thing or not – when I found the warren, it was being attacked by some automotons with some hefty energy weapons. I got the hell outta there, but not before one of them saw me. Four of them tracked me back to the away team and we got into another firefight – Doc got banged up pretty bad but V’Lur patched him up.

Time was running out, so Kyron and Chan got back to work and pulled off a miracle. They managed to shut down all three emitters with just under an hour to spare. No emitters meant no tetryons, so we can leave whenever the Captain says so. Looks like we’re going to be sticking around in this system for a little while, though, while we wait for Starfleet to send a dedicated research team to thoroughly check out these ruins.

Bahb's Log Episode 11

Commander Bahb’s Log
Entry 189.1
Location: Alpha Quadrant

The Alpha Quadrant is always such an interesting place. The Odyssey is huge and is taking us into a relatively unexplored expanse. I am settling into my new job and am uncertain how well I shall get along with the Captain. He seems a bit overly serious. My staff seems solid and I still need to find an assistant. Maybe I will take an officer but with the cadet corp on board, maybe a cadet would be a good choice.

Commander Bahb’s Log
Entry 189.2
Location: Alpha Quadrant

I love the holodecks on this ship. They are huge and my programs are working nicely. I have put together a team to play NeverWinter Nights. The Doc is playing a thief, I am a paladin, Josey is playing an archer, and Margrew is playing a Cleric. We need a mage but at the moment seem to be doing well. Currently we are pounding our way through an orc army. Unfortunately I am being paged to the bridge.

Commander Bahb’s Log
Entry 189.3
Location: Alpha Quadrant

It seems we have picked up a distress signal from a Starfleet outpost. There is no recorded outpost here or at least there wasn’t until I did a deep dive. Looking at the records it appears that our system was edited while I was searching. This makes no sense.

Commander Bahb’s Log
Entry 189.4
Location: Alpha Quadrant

I put together a team of me along with the doc, an engineer, and a couple of security people. We beamed over and were met by the station chief and a Lt. They claimed that no distress signal was sent. We offered to look at their communication gear to see what happened. The Lt. was given to us as a guide. As we explored the station we saw many problems. As our engineer fixed things that were not broken but were broken. I am logging this way to show just how incredible this place was, but it seemed we were hallucinating. I saw things that will haunt me forever. I saw myself melt. I saw myself explode. I saw walls where doors were. I saw a man who was alive and dead and alive and dead all at the same time. I felt that I was going insane and my crew was too. We got off the station and reported.

Commander Bahb’s Log
Entry 189.5
Location: Alpha Quadrant

The station was being affected by a spacial anomaly that was detected and later destroyed by the station’s chief of science. Unfortunately it left behind a massive amount of Dream Particles. These particles respond to the sapient mind and manifest those thoughts as reality. A very dangerous combination of things were happening. The chief of security wanted to blow the station up. I wanted to save everyone. The captain gave in on a compromise. I had six hours.

I was certain the problem originated from the anomaly. I took a fighter with bishop to investigate. As we were looking around alien ships attacked. I wanted to scream “they are not real!” but they could kill us so I shut my mouth and helped Bishop to do what he needed to in order to save us.

The Doc along with my science team back on the Odyssey figured out how to adjust phasers to destroy the particles. Bishop went to town and destroyed the cluster at our location. MY time was up and we had no safe answer to the problem. The Captain ordered the station and all hands to be destroyed. A sad day for all of us.

Personal Log - Bishop 4

We’re underway, into what Starfleet calls the Alpha Quadrant and headed back towards where I came from. The Odyssey is supposed to be a fast ship, but these Starfleet vessels will never compare to frame-shift – it’s gonna be a while ‘til we get to where we’re going. And I’m not even sure we have a destination in mind.

Funny thing, watching a ship go to work instead of being one of the people working. The crew seems like a good one, if a bit stiff at times. I suppose I’m used to a more casual atmosphere aboard ship, but I’ve also never worked one with a crew that tops a thousand; I suppose it could be difficult to remember everyone’s name. And that’s not even including the civilian crew members (like me) or the families that are on board. This is gonna be a different kinda experience for me.

I spend a lot of my day keeping active – gotta stay fit. There’s a cadet corps on board and sometimes I hang out with them when they’re doing a run. Rest of my exercise is in one of the gyms. I’ve found I also have to do some studying, learning these ship systems – to do that I help out in engineering and working on whatever maintenance crews they’ll let me – mostly I’m observing and I’m not allowed to work on some systems (for security reasons), but it fills the day. The rest of my time is spent relaxing and getting to know the people around me.


I think something’s up, judging by the way some of the crew is acting. I can see through the windows we’ve arrived near a station of some sort, Starfleet if I’m to judge by the design. Odd that, since we’re supposed to be heading into a quadrant that hasn’t been explored by Starfleet yet.


Well, evidently someone from the Federation has gotten here before us. We’ve answered a distress call, but I can’t see any signs of combat – might be medical in nature. I’ve found out Bahb’s taking Kevaz and a couple of others over to the station – I volunteered to help out, but was denied by the XO. Guess I understand; I’m more a pilot and shooter, and the andorian that went over to the station looked like a gropo. If the mission’s medical in nature, you shouldn’t need more than one.


I don’t know what went on at that station but the Odyssey got out of that system in a hurry. We’ve stopped a few parsecs away and plans seem to be in motion to help the station’s crew, even though we just left them behind. Gotta check with some people, see what’s going on.


Just got back from a sortie. Starfleet service isn’t as boring as I thought it would be. There’s some kind of spatial phenomenon happening near the station, one that’s allowing people’s thoughts to impact on reality. Sounds like sci-fi, right? Only when I flew Bahb over to the vicinity, we got ambushed by some Hunter-Killers, from Wildspace back home. That’s not possible, not this far away (at least I hope so, they shouldn’t have spread this far, not yet). My guess is I was thinking about the last time I’d encountered any of ‘em and then we got hit. See, I was flying Bahb out there in a fighter, and the last time I was in a craft that sleek and lethal I’d run into an H-K raiding band. Same thing happened here. This anomaly thing must’ve been true is all I can come up with. Oh, and it wasn’t an illusion either – our little ship took real damage in that little dust-up, something I got an earful over later on.

It was something to watch, all these squints trying to figure out a way to counter the effects of that phenomenon. To try and save the crew of that station. In the end though, it was all for nought. The Captain had to destroy the station to limit the spread of whatever effect the ‘fractured space-time’ had done to the crews’ minds. Closing the rift hadn’t worked, the station’s crew had already done that long before we’d gotten there. But the effects stayed on and continued to spread. Kevaz (and the rest of the medical staff I’d assume) has determined there’s no danger from the team that went over to the station; they weren’t exposed long enough to the effects. I got a clean bill of health too, so that’s good news.

End Log

Personal Log - Bishop 3

I’ve finally arrived at the station DS9, which apparently wasn’t created by Starfleet, but instead had been captured in an earlier war, or something to that effect. Doesn’t really matter, it’s got decent size and room to move around in, plenty of places to go and people to meet, and a few more things to do than are normally found aboard a ship.

The Odyssey was about a week behind us, so I was gonna have plenty of time to rest up and get to know some of the crew I was supposed to be working with. And then Bahb happened; he’s an egghead, have I mentioned? I had asked Tivna out for a drink, and we wound up at a place called ’Quark’s’, on the main promenade of the station. We ran into a friend of Tivna’s, an engineering lieutenant, Tiffany Sommers, and were just settling in to order some food when Bahb walked over with a proposition. He’d been running some calculations about that wormhole that had brought me halfway across the galaxy and thought he’d determined an appearance of one in a ‘nearby’ system. He thought I might be interested (I was) and next thing I knew we had a road trip planned.

Tiffany wanted to go, but Tivna thought it was a bad idea – seems she had a better understanding of the kinda crap Bahb gets into. I’m just gonna say that he likes to run right up to the edge of breaking the rules, and then take a step across when he thinks nobody’s looking. Then we ran into Chani and she decided to come along too.

Two days later we’re in the system Bahb located – binary stars with three asteroid rings. We were taking sensor scans and hoping to witness a wormhole. Success! It fucking opened right on top of us and then we were gone, off to what might have been the same two stars, only this system had no asteroids and five planets, one of which was rather close. Then we hit the mountain.

Kyron had been in the cockpit, and actually managed to minimize the damage – though I suppose if he hadn’t I wouldn’t be making this log entry, would I? We started repairs and were contacted by a ship that had witnessed our accident. They offered to send down a shuttle to help out, but Starfleet officers apparently don’t accept aid, so we took the time, made our repairs, and headed into orbit to meet our neighbors.

The ship was the USS Reliant, of the Planetary Union. True to his word, Bahb had found a wormhole to take us to another dimension – it wasn’t where I was from, but he considered the whole thing to be a success anyhow. We made ‘first contact’ (even though they were from Earth), attended a party in our honor, and made some friends. They told us about the Union, we told them about the Federation, and then their enemies, the Krill showed up, right around the time the last wormhole that could take us home was going to appear. Life’s never easy, is it?

Starfleet did their science thing and did something with the deflector to get the wormhole to open early – good thing, too, since the Reliant was engaging three Krill vessels on our behalf, and could only hold their attention for so long. One of the cruisers split off to target us, but this time I was at the controls. I managed to evade most of their attacks until Kyron and Bahb brought our magic ray online and we got outta Dodge.

Two days later we were back at DS9. The Odyssey had arrived – big ship, really big ship. We met the Captain; well, the rest of them met the Captain, I was asked to stay at the bar while they talked, but I got to see the Captain. If I were a betting man, I’d say he’s not impressed with me, not that I can blame him. After all, I’m not much use to him until we get closer to my side of the galaxy, and at the rate this Starfleet ships move that could be another year, or more. I guess I’ll just have to stay outta his way, keep my head down, and find some other way to add to my value to the crew. There ain’t no room on a ship for a slacker.

Bahb's Log Episode 10

Commander Bahb’s Log
Entry 179.1
Location: DS9

Some days I really think I am the smartest person I know. Today is one of them. I worked out a number of positional coordinates in time and space where anomalous gateways might appear. I then convinced a bunch of people to join me on a trip to visit one. We started a club that seeks wormholes and other anomalies. I think we are calling it “SWAMIS” Spatial Wormhole And Macrocosmic Investigator Society. That is what is going in my reports. I am even posting my theories on such phenomenon on a bunch of message boards to try and get more members. I am thinking of charging 1 slip or 10 credits a month for membership and the founding members are lifetime members for free. Those members would of course be the ones who joined me on this crazy adventure.

So let me get to the story. I borrowed a runabout (The Nile) from ops on DS9. A bunch of people joined me for a few days in space. We arrived at the location and partied it up. Then I set the sensors to detect chronoton and tachyon emissions. I want to sleep.

Later I awoke to the alert claxxon sounding and Kyron screaming. Then we hit the planet. I busted my head on the ceiling and nearly was knocked out. Upon recovery, thanks to the doc, I saw that we were on a planet with a corrosive atmosphere and we were leaking plasma. Kyron and Bishop donned environmental suits and went out to fix things. While they were at it, a ship hailed us.

So we got things fixed and flew out of the planet’s atmosphere and docked with the ship. FIRST CONTACT!!!! YAY!!! A bit anti-climatic I must say. A ship of mostly humans from an alternate universe. They were really nice and helpful and their ship had no real security at all. We explored everywhere and parties with them. I slipped away and went back to the runabout to work out where the wormhole might be. The doc went off with a ram dude and got laid. Kyron went off with a cat and got laid. I think everyone got laid except me and the new girl Tiffany.

Finally I nailed the data and saw that the wormhole or gateway or whatever it was, was going to appear in a few hours. I recalled the crew and Kyron began giving orders. The ship we had encountered helped out too. Suddenly a bunch of warships appeared and all hell broke loose. Bishop took the helm while I worked on modifying the deflector to force the wormhole open early. Two hours of combat and we were at wits end. Then I hit the button to open the rift. It worked and we cheered until we saw one of the warships blocking the way. Bishop is nuts. He flew our little ship right at the warship, skimmed its surface, and popped us through the rift.

Back on DS9 everyone was real interested in why the Nile was shot to hell and had parts falling off of it. Getting the reports together is going to be a pain in the ass. At least Kyron took command and so he gets the blame if shit goes sideways.

Personal Log - Bishop 2

Well, now I understand why Starfleet makes their ships so big, the Hurricane notwithstanding. It takes so fucking long to get anywhere, if you didn’t have that kind of space you’d go out of your mind with boredom! Where I was, we used what’s called a Frame Shift Drive to get around, capable of jumping a number of LY in the blink of an eye – the Glory was rated for 10LY jumps at a time! These Starfleet vessels cover that same distance in a couple of weeks so, like I said, no wonder all this luxury.

Well, at least there’s plenty of distractions, plus there’s a bar! Just need to earn some cred, which the UFP doesn’t use, so that’s gonna be fun to figure out.

Me and some other guys (Bahb, Kyron, and a doctor I just met) assigned to the Odyssey were being sent to a space station in the AQ – I can’t remember the name of the ship, some science vessel primarily crewed by Vulcans (or as I like to think of them, space elves). They’re more fun than they seem to let on, at least the ones that attended my dance lessons! I spent some time with one in particular, T’Lara, who taught me something called Neuro-Pressure techniques; I’d call it rather stimulating massage, but who am I to argue?

Before we could get to where we were supposed to get to, the Starfleet guys I was with instead got assigned to a UFP Mining Colony. No, I don’t remember the name of that either. Our job was to wait to be picked up by the next Starfleet vessel, and in the meanwhile bolster security for the mine. ‘Bolster’ really meant ‘Be’, since there wasn’t anything to shore up. But, people were disappearing so we started investigating, since this mine had crap for luxuries and the only entertainment were some well-experienced whores.

It was a weird investigation, and it was obvious none of the officers I was with had any experience with tracking criminals – not really surprising since they were an engineer, a squint, and a sawbones. Eventually we determine that a transported was being used to send people to a point near the planet’s core. It took a while, but we did finally decide to make the trip, after the guys exhausted every other possibility in an attempt to avoid going.

There, we discovered ancient ruins – I would have called them Prothean in nature, but Starfleet refers to them as Iconian. Turned out the miners who had disappeared had been pressed into service clearing the ruins. The big bad in charge was an ugly tri-ped SOB; Bahb called it an Undine. They can change shape apparently, this one having done so back at the mine in an attempt to kill us during our investigation. We got the last laugh though, and killed the fucker, plus some other humanoids working with it – I think Kyron called them Defera.

Starfleet showed up in a hurry when Kyron’s report went out – I guess the word ‘Iconian’ lit a fire under their asses. We’re back on course for DS9, the station we’re headed to, and Bahb told me we should be there in 5 or 6 months. I’m pretty sure he was fucking with me on that, though. Gods I miss Glory, but I did just discover the Holodeck, so that should make passing the time a little easier.

End Log

Personal Log - Bishop 1

Hello? Is this thing recording? Okay then…

I’m John Bishop, and I’m keeping this journal thing at the order of my appointed head shrink. I guess Starfleet wants to find out what makes me tick, even if they say it’s a normal part of service with the fleet. Whatever, if talking to the Doc will keep me from rotting in another jail cell, I can spend an hour or so a week.

Anyway, some personal stuff: I was born on Earth in 1969, and yeah that’s not a mistake – like I’ve already explained, me and some friends were on a class trip in upstate New York when we got abducted by aliens. Turns out they were Andorians, and their leader was some bat-shit crazy Human chick. They took us off planet, ran some tests – an NO I was not probed. They ran some tests and then dropped me back on Earth – only it wasn’t really Earth, it was some place called Terra, and it was in the Lux system. Plus, it was really futuristic looking. Matt – he was a bit of a nerd said something about Einstein and moving faster than light; science was never really my thing, so I just pushed through losing everyone I knew – well most of them – and got on with living. Eventually I became a pilot, bought a ship of my own, and started hunting bounties.

I lost touch with my classmates over time – I missed them, even the ones I didn’t really know all that well. I guess they were the last of the people I really knew, you know? I hadn’t really thought about them all too much, at least until I ran into Chad. But I guess I should explain the back story to that.

I was in the Acheron system, running down a lead on the Blood Crimson pirate group. They’re led by a particularly nasty Krogan, named Bortus. Anyway, I’d tracked them to Acheron and got into a furball with them soon enough. Adara was doing her best keeping the ship’s shields up while I was maneuvering and blasting away whenever I got a clear shot. Then, next thing I knew, Acheron wasn’t there anymore and this big fucking ship was right in front of me, barrelling down – I managed to avoid total annihilation, but even a deflecting crash can cause a lot of damage.

I woke up and, long story short, found out I was in the UFP, which just so happened to be on the other side of the galaxy from where I’d just been. How did I get here? Well, like I said, science isn’t my thing. And unless whatever happened can be reproduced, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Well, I spent some time in a medical bay on the USS Horizon, got transferred to a top secret prison facility, escaped said facility with the help of Adara and Chad, and helped rescue a Starfleet Admiral. In recognition of all this, I’ve been allowed to remain free – provided I help Starfleet explore what they call the Alpha Quadrant, which is apparently the part of the galaxy where the Lux System is.

I’ve been given a semi-official rank and have been assigned to the USS Odyssey, which will be the vessel embarking on this grand adventure. Adara decided to opt out, and instead hooked up with Chad, who’s working for an outfit called JumpCorp. I hope they know what they’re getting in her, but if not, she’ll let them know in a hurry.

End Log