My semi-fictionalized adventures aboard the NCC-39R Discovery as my co-pilot and fearless science officer (he failed his security exams) travel into parts unknown…
Away from the void there are many miles of forests and swamps to be found. Peaceful scenery, but there are also less peaceful signs. One area I pass is littered with trophies of war. Federation battle cruisers and light interceptors decorate the side of the highway like yard art…
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… Read More ›
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… Read More ›
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… Read More ›
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… Read More ›
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… Read More ›
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… Read More ›
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… Read More ›
RUSS LINTON 