We’ve survived.
If you recall, us southerners purchased a property up north. Far north. About as far as you can go before we have to change citizenship.
As the timing would have it, we ended up spending the winter here too. Lots of cozy days and nights spent by the wood stove. Even a brief dip down to wind chills of -27…
Far from an inconvenient mess, the ordeals all become part of the adventure. New experiences, new places, new faces, a few risks along the way – that’s the life we’ve chosen, the nomad life.
Captain’s Log, Stardate 012019 I am still recovering in sickbay from the ritual combat. It must have been the strange atmosphere of that desolate place, or perhaps the alien puppet masters who were in charge, pulling the strings for their… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 011119 Our mission accomplished at the Gulf, we will soon depart for the opposite edge of the Florida system. This mysterious crossroads of alien life and cultures has been a welcome place to explore. My only hope… Read More ›
Leaving Paradise – We’ve seen swamps, powdery beaches, and forests so still and quiet, you might just forget about the alligators lurking in the water…
Captain’s Log, Stardate 122218 We have arrived at the planetside location known as Tate’s Hell and it is, indeed, hellish. The shuttle landing pad is constructed from countless corpses of what appears to be an alien species. Little remains but… Read More ›
“Good ‘ol Cebe, he owned a ranch not far from here. One night, he found some dead cattle, all torn up and mutilated…” he pauses and his eyes light up mischievously. “They’s surrounded by the tracks of a vicious beast, likely come from that there yonder Gulf. A hunter from pure oblivion. Stealthy as the night and more fierce than any storm…”
Captain’s Log, Stardate 120118 We’ve begun the journey east, skirting the edge of this subspace void. We were told that before the ion storm, this was a scenic flight to rival the beauty of any planet in the Federation. The… Read More ›
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…
RUSS LINTON 