The Devil in the Dark

"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..."

Heart of Darkness

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 inhabitants here faced the abyss with festive colors and stalwart charm. This is maybe a … Continue reading Heart of Darkness

The Doomsday Machine…or not

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...

A Mirror, Smudgy

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...

Turnabout Beachside

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

The Captain’s Conspiracy

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

Darkside of Nowhere

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

Shades of Lazarus

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

Staying Connected

Toughest job on Discovery at the moment likely belongs to our communications officer. As mentioned, we aren't on perpetual vacation. We still need some way to pay for this adventure plus our recent graduate's college tuition. To make that happen, we require a reliable internet connection. The easiest method is to to locate an RV resort with … Continue reading Staying Connected