(Theme: "Where no man has gone before" By: Alexander Courage)
Quote: “There are times, sir, when men of good conscience cannot blindly follow orders. You acknowledge their sentience but you ignore their personal liberties and freedom. Order a man to hand his child over to the state? Not while I am his Captain.” ― Captain Picard
Captains Log: Star Date Unknown
LOG #1:
This is Captain Reginalt. We have encountered a vessel of such immense power that we were crippled with a mere glancing blow from its weaponry. Weaponry, the likes of which I have never seen before. None of our experts could ascertain what the power source of such devastating ability could be. What’s more is it apparently destroyed or corrupted the majority of our files and ship functions.
As best as we can figure; somehow the entire crew was knocked out from the blast and somehow the “USS Versatile” has been adrift for a few weeks, possibly longer. Our Medbay is incredibly busy treating extreme dehydration and malnutrition. It’s a miracle none have died from this forced coma of sorts.
Our communications are out, we cannot access star charts and we have little more than impulse power. We are completely helpless and without a way to get a hold of Star Command. Things look bleak for our crew. To make matters worse our replicators are now, starting to malfunction and my engineers tell me that soon we won’t be able to safely maintain artificial gravity. My ship is falling apart and the only thing I’m able to do is try and keep everyone calm and focused on some kind of task.
LOG #2:
My people are scared, we have to take action. I sat down with my chiefs and we have come to the conclusion that star maps or not we have no choice, but to seek out some type of dock. Be it a planet or space station. Though my second constantly reminds me we cannot land on any planet that will violate the prime directive. Despite the Prime Directive, I also took a pledge to see this crew return home. If things continue to deteriorate on this ship at this pace, violating the prime directive will be the least of our concerns.
LOG #3:
It’s been several days and just when all hope seemed to be lost… it gets worse. Our ship has begun to slowly shut down. The Engineers couldn’t tell us why, but could only try and bypass energy to certain decks, forcing us to move all of the crew. Now packed in tightly and running on little more than the sweat of our Engineers. I didn’t think it was possible, but things are looking even more desperate than before.
If it wasn’t for the Engineers we would be dead for sure. When we get out of this I will have to put them all in for promotions!
LOG #4:
It happened at last!
We found a planet and before we could try to send a probe to see if it was acceptable, our ship began to show signs that if we didn’t land now there would be no landing period. As Captain I accepted the responsibilities and we went in for a landing… I’m told by my Engineers they will do their best, but things look bleak. If this is my last message I want to let everyone know that I am honored to have served with such a fine crew. Even though some I have only known for a short while each have shown valor and courage worthy of a veteran.
This is the Captain of the USS Versatile signing off…"
Personal Log: (Unknown Ensign)
“The Captain is dead, so are most of the Senior Staff and officers…. I’m still looking for survivors. I just pray that all the doctors aren’t dead too! So many hurt and injured. The only bit of hope is I heard a surviving engineer say that the SOS beacon for some reason was working now and that hopefully help would come, but how many will there be left to help when a rescue arrives is the question?"
