All is fine here on planet Florida. Nothing at all wrong. The crew is amazing. There's no reason to suspect them of anything. Even if they have access to Discovery's systems and, through some combination of sheer accident and coincidence, compromise my transmission to Starfleet and begin reading this very log entry which, of course, reports nothing out of the ordinary...
This week, I want to step back into reality (which may or may not vary from the story of our intrepid Captain and crew...) We've been nomads for four months now. While we're still newbs, we've developed a few useful insights I'd like to share. First, this isn't a lifestyle for everyone. You need to … Continue reading Behind the Scenes of Discovery
Captain's Log, Stardate 11032018 We've reached the area of space from where the distress signal was transmitted and uncovered a thin sliver of civilization surrounded on all sides by a restless void. An almost soothing presence, it is hard to believe that terrible anomalies can emerge from such a tranquil horizon. These subspace tempests form … Continue reading Turnabout Beachside
Universal translators are a fickle thing. Yes, they can provide a literal translation but they can't revise and rearrange ideas. Anytime a maintenance query or systems report request begins with "Shaka, when the walls fell," I'm out.
Captain's Log, Stardate 10192018 Our request for assistance was finally answered. On the darkside of the unmanned outpost, we should have been relieved. What came through over the comms however, wasn't a Starfleet engineering team. He was clearly a native of the sector (having failed the Carbonation Protocol and confused the sound "pop" with "soda" … Continue reading The Captain’s Conspiracy
We're travelling this weekend, so there won't be another captain's log entry for Discovery. Fleeing southward from some consistent freezing temps, we'll be headed to the Florida panhandle in the wake of hurricane Michael. Assuming our reservations remain intact, we'll gladly pump some tourist dollars into the community there and see what, if anything, we … Continue reading Engage!
Captain's Log, Stardate 100618 "We're dead in the water. That," I said, pointing to the umbilical linked to our dock, "is the only thing keeping us alive." The situation since Farpoint Bronson had become dire. Our dilthium crystals drained, our only source of power was being provided by an automated way station situated light years … Continue reading Darkside of Nowhere
Captain's Log, Stardate 092918 Having barely escaped our encounter at Farpoint Bronson, we set a course for Federation space. As we departed, our antimatter clones watched with interest, their minds calculating, conspiring, but what? Our impulse engines humming just outside the far edges of known space, I called for the crew to prepare for warp. … Continue reading Shades of Lazarus
Captain's Log, Stardate 092218 Without so much as an echo on the scanners, neither the First Officer nor our Science Officer will offer their opinion on the ghost ship sighting. But I am certain enough that I am adding it here, to my own official records. I don't use a superstitious term such as "ghost … Continue reading The Enemy Without…
Captain's Log, Stardate 091518 We've arrived at the edges of Federation space, transiting through the Dakotas into Northern Minnesota. It is a strange sight to watch the last of the stars slip off the bow and then stare into a featureless void. Gravitational currents of unknown origin pull on Discovery's hull as we cross the … Continue reading Encounter at Far Point Bronson
