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In the [[Yeager]]'s ninth mission, the [[crew]] is sent to investigate pirate activity in a nearby [[star system]]. En route, a saboteur explodes the [[starboard]] [[Power Transfer Conduit|power transfer conduit]], dropping the Yeager out of warp and stranded her without any primary or secondary systems. While the crew investigates, they realise they are about to crash land on an unknown [[planet]]. Ordered to abandon ship, the crew make it off before the Yeager explodes. Trapped on the desert planet, they struggle to survive against the elements and to communicate with the locals who can control the sand.  
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In the [[USS Yeager, FSC-28018|Yeager]]'s ninth mission, the [[crew]] is sent to investigate pirate activity in a nearby [[star system]]. En route, a saboteur explodes the [[starboard]] [[Power Transfer Conduit|power transfer conduit]], dropping the Yeager out of warp and stranded her without any primary or secondary systems. While the crew investigates, they realise they are about to crash land on an unknown [[planet]]. Ordered to abandon ship, the crew make it off before the Yeager explodes. Trapped on the desert planet, they struggle to survive against the elements and to communicate with the locals who can control the sand.  
  
 
== Captain's Logs ==
 
== Captain's Logs ==

Revision as of 09:18, 9 December 2022

In the Yeager's ninth mission, the crew is sent to investigate pirate activity in a nearby star system. En route, a saboteur explodes the starboard power transfer conduit, dropping the Yeager out of warp and stranded her without any primary or secondary systems. While the crew investigates, they realise they are about to crash land on an unknown planet. Ordered to abandon ship, the crew make it off before the Yeager explodes. Trapped on the desert planet, they struggle to survive against the elements and to communicate with the locals who can control the sand.

Captain's Logs

Cdr Mattiana

Stardate 21212.23

Captain's Log, Stardate 21212.23
Commander Mattiana recording:

Ready for her first launch after the refit, the Yeager was assigned the simple task of scouting out a nearby star system. Apparently a Krynar attack took place there some months ago, leaving a considerable debris field in their way. Star Base Delta's long range sensors have detected several differing warp trails in and out of the sector since - likely those of scavengers looking to pick up some pieces.

Command has decided to send us there to determine who has been picking over this boneyard, to determine if this is something they need to keep an eye on or if it's a non-issue.

Our secondary assignment is to put the Yeager through her paces. We have a lot of fancy new systems to test out, and with any luck, successful could mean some Fleet-wide sys-upgrades.

Computer, end log.

Stardate 21301.21

Captain's log, Stardate 21301.21
Commander Mattiana recording:

Unfortunately it appears our mission has been sidetracked. While en route to our assignment something in our starboard power transfer conduit exploded, taking the warp core offline and dropping us out of warp in the middle of who knows where. Main power is offline and our secondary systems aren't looking so good.

At the moment we're uncertain the cause, whether this was mechanical failure or the cause of outside forces. Engineering is investigating the former while security looks into the latter.

What does surprise me is that this wasn't a more serious accident. Given where the explosion took place one would typically expect more widespread damage. It's fortuitous for us that it didn't. Whether my parents gods were looking out for us or it was the marvels of these recent upgrades, I'm just glad we're still alive.

Stardate 21302.26

Captain's log, Stardate 21302.26
Commander Mattiana recording:

While we have yet to confirm it, the words sabotage are making their way around the Yeager. Our investigation is still under way and at this point the damage could be mechanical failure, but until we get a final report from the engineering and security teams, any option will likely remain on the table.

Our luck has also continued to spiral downward. The Yeager's sudden drop out of warp flight has us in tight with a planet's atmosphere. With our computers down we can't determine which planet it is, but we do know that it's desert-like and has a breathable atmosphere. At this point there is no signs of intelligent life.

Frankly, we're lucky we didn't drop out of warp closer to the planet.

We have fifteen minutes until the Yeager hits burn up in the atmosphere. I've issued an abandon ship order. Without our deflectors the chances of the ship making it safely through the atmosphere - let alone land - are pretty slim. At least the escape pods will make it to the planet's surface safely.

I'm hoping before we evac we can get the Yeager in a more stable orbit to minimize the damage to the vessel, but at this point seeing everyone off the ship safely is our priority.

Stardate 21303.16

Captain's log, Stardate 21303.16
Commander Mattiana recording:

The Yeager is gone. It appears to have exploded in the atmosphere. Not exactly how I was expecting it. It should have slowly come apart, scattering debris across the planet. But instead we're left with a mystery on top of the one we started with: who sabotaged the ship, and are they responsible for how the ship was destroyed.

There was little we could do to stop her descent into the planet's atmosphere. The only thing we could do was save ourselves. Tarik and I made certain the ship was clear, so I'm currently listing all hands clear of the ship.

That said, I'm still waiting to hear check-in status from all of our escape pods and shuttles. I've included a list of those currently confirmed alive and those presently missing. I will update the list was we hear. I'm giving the crew twenty minutes to get themselves oriented before we send out search parties for those missing.

If my guess is correct, Command should start to wonder where we are. If they are on top of things, they'll send out a vessel to check on us. If they figure we're just preoccupied, it could be another twelve hours. Given the storm that greeted us at planet-fall, and the desert-like conditions we've appeared to land in, Tarik and I are running on the assumption we'd better get camp set up just incase Command's response time is slow.

[Log ended. Attachment: Yeager manifest Stardate 21303.16]

Stardate 21305.03

Captain's log, Stardate 21305.03
Commander Mattiana recording:

I don't think I'll be vacationing on a beach for a while. I'm pretty sure I've gotten sand in enough places in the past few hours to convince me of that. Maybe my next vacation will be to a water world, where I don't have to deal with the beach part.

Once we received final confirmation from the crew who made it to the planet, Commander Tarik and I were able to get a better sense what kind of encampment we would we. The unfortunate part was that only a fraction of the Yeager's crew survived landfall. I'm not sure the cause, whether it was sabotage as well or just bad luck, but once we're rescued I'll be sure to pressure Command into a proper investigation of events. Several escape pods made it to the planet, while their passengers did not survive the trip, so a thorough investigation of the pods will be needed.

I'm fairly certain one of the Yeager's nacelles crossed the skyline, as if to punctuate our situation.

For now, however, we need to focus on survival. Who knows how long we'll be stranded in this desert.

Initial scouting on the part of Tarik has indicated some sort of resources on the planet. Though at present it's a bit of a hike. In the meantime I've had the crew group together around the pods closest to the resources. That in itself was a challenge, given the distance between the pods, the dunes we needed to cross, and the rapidly approaching dawn. If our estimations are correct, the planet is going to heat up vey quickly.

We've begun to setup a temporary base camp until we can send a proper scouting party to investigate the First Officer's readings.

Stardate 21305.20

Captain's Log, Stardate 21305.20
Commander Mattiana recording:

With the temporary camp setup, we were beginning to focus our efforts on three things: the distress beacon, patching up the wounded, and planning for more long-term shelter. Unfortunately the powers that be have decided that these plans weren't what they had in mind.

A blood-curdling scream ripped through camp and was suddenly cut off. Commander Tarik went to investigate, and discovered Crewman Townsend missing. Tracks that do not appear to belong to our crew have left a trail in the desert sand. Tarik is leading a team consisting of Doctor Rydell and Ensign Olsen to investigate and find our crewman.

Meanwhile I've ordered the crew to stay close to camp. Nobody is to go anywhere with at least one person with them. Not only will that help make sure nobody else goes missing, but it means we can watch out for signs of heat exhaustion or stroke in one another. I fear this planet is not done showing us just how hot it can get.

And as if to punctuate that point, one of our escape pods has been swallowed up by the dunes. One moment it was there, and the next it wasn't. Our initial scans of the area hadn't indicated any sinkholes or other dangers, but now it's clear we have to be more vigilant about our surroundings.

I'm heading over to the escape pod to look into its disappearance.

Stardate 21306.22

Captain's log, Stardate 21306.22
Commander Mattiana recording:

At last help has arrived. A short while ago a comm message came through from Commodore Tregelen fom the USS Titan. They informed us that they would be able to rescue us, though we would need to set up transport enhancers before they could do so. We are currently in the process of setting up the enhances, and will begin beaming up the ones who need medical attention first.

Commander Tarik has informed me that while attempting to find our missing crewman, they have made contact with the planet's population. It appears as though this species can manipulate the planet's sand to their whims. Communicaion with these people has proven difficult, and though both sides are making an effort, it's unclear whether these beings understand what is being communicated. The away team, in turn, is having difficulties interpreting the message being conveyed to them.

Stardate 21307.13

Captain's log, Stardate 21307.13
Commander Mattiana recording:

With the pattern enhancers set up, the Titan crew was able to begin pulling our crew off the planet. I mandated that crew needing medical attention would be the first to be beamed up. The rest of us began to concentrate of assembling our gear, to be beamed up by the Titan's flotilla. It took some time, but eventually there was nothing left of the Yeager crew on the planet below.

Commander Tarik's attempts at communicating with the planet's population appear to have been ineffective. Though the away team had minor success with some visual indicators, I'm informed that they were unable to determine how much the planet's population could actually understand.

Commodore Tregelen has informed me that the planet we were stranded on, Vandis III, is quite known to the Fleet. Apparently twelve years ago the Yorimoto was on a rescue mission in the area and encountered the same blue beam that attacked our escape pods. In the Yori's case, the entire ship was disabled, though they were able to save the ship. In our case, the saboteur ensured we would not be able to save the Yeager.

What's unclear at the point is if the saboteur intended the Yeager to crash on Vandis III, or if it was just an unfortunate coincidence.

Attached document: Yorimoto mission log, Stardate 20103.23

Crew Logs

Engineering

Mid Johnathon Garrow

Stardate 21210.07

"Midshipman Garrow's log stardate 21210.07 begin log. Although my experience on the Yeager wasn't as much as the others on this mission, I can already see she is a ship who shouldn't be put to much battle. As maneuverable as she is, maneuverability is no substitute for raw power. The USS Yeager is unfit for anything but a scout. If a scout goes dirty, then she would need to be armed. It is illogical for a scout ship to be armed with only phasers. However, under the circumstances, lets forget the phasers and focus on the mission."

"When I first boarded the Yeager, I wasn't sure what to expect, I had hoped for instance that it would be in one piece. Unfortunately, my luck has never been so. When boarding the Yeager, I could immediately see the ship was in shambles. From what I could hear over the communications, the gravity plating was malfunctioning, power was fluctuating on various decks, and the bridge itself was barely together. I could imagine in my mind the button in the loop of a pair of pants when the button is still on by a single thread."

Against all odds though, my commanding officer Gylanna managed to fix the situation and destroy our enemies abilities. It is strange, the first time I go on a real mission my ship is almost destroyed and me with it. I never imagined my life could have been so possibly short, but as a Vulcan, I must keep my mind open to such options. End Log."

NPC Lt Zor Kayzon

Stardate 21307.08

Temporary Engineering Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 21307.08 Lieutenant Zor Kayzon, recording:

The testing of the refits for Yeager was a complete failure. Part way through the first leg of the trip we saw catastrophic failure on a still unknown part of the ship. It sheared off one of the nacelles, dropping us out of warp within the gravity well of an unknown planet. All hands were forced to abandon ship since we had no power and could not deploy an option fast enough to give us the ability to stabilize orbit.

I managed to find the same pod as the Captain and the First Officer, which was just so wonderful. It seemed like from the beginning that both of them were more worried about who was responsible for the crash and why. There were several veiled and even a few obvious attempts, in my opinion, to pin things on me. For the record, I maintain that the systems aboard the ship were in good condition and running within parameters prior to the incident. There were no redlining or cascade failures that were detected. But I guess that is plasma through the conduit at this point.

I will make my formal report and I guess wait to see where my reassignment will be. I am sure this command team will not welcome me back with open arms.

On a more personal note, it was good to see Trever again and actually get a chance to serve with him on a ship. He is turning out to be a fine officer. He reminds me a lot of a young Zor Kayzon in a lot of ways. But I don’t think he is very happy in his Science role. It is always a shame to see good engineers wasting away in other departments. I’ll have to see what I can do to help with that.

End recording.

Medical

CMO Lt JG Alexa Rydell

Stardate 21212.09

Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 21212.09
Lieutenant Junior Grade Alexa Rydell, recording:

The Yeager is currently on route to the Treranon system, to investigate possible scavengers and, possibly more significantly, to test out the Yeager's refitted and upgraded systems. I suspect we may also be looking for data--some ships apparently were lost to the Krynar in that system.

Despite the apparent simplicity of the mission ahead, I find myself feeling...apprehensive. The events of my first mission still weigh on my mind. That something so disastrous could simply come out of nowhere...

(pause)

...Regardless, we are well prepared for most eventualities. The ship is well-stocked, emergency plans are in order. The crew are being observed for signs of illness of fatigue.

I shall have to see how Doctor Ohmsford is doing on distributing those immunoboosters...

End log.

Stardate 21302.05

Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 21302.05
Lieutenat Junior Grade Alexa Rydell, recording:

When I said in my previous log that emergency plans were in order, there is always one emergency that is difficult to compensate for. That would be the unexpected and catastrophic loss of main power. In such an event, available power is generally directed to either life support, or repairing the problem. This can leave other critical departments, like Sickbay, in the lurch.

Of course, that's exactly what happened.

The Yeager unexpectedly dropped out of warp. Fortunately, thus far, the sudden deceleration has produced few injuries more severe than bruises, abrasions, and broken bones. There is one notable exception: Chief Engineer Gylanna was injured in a turbolift accident. I don't have first-hand knowledge of his condition as of yet, but Doctor Ohmsford reported it as critical. Given the nature of turbolift accidents, I can only assume his injuries are severe.

Internal sensors are spotty, yet functional. They're one of the few things useful to me that are. Internal communications are down, but text messages can be sent between consoles, and I've seen a few security personnel with handheld radios. I think it's safe to infer that transporters are offline as well. The majority of my specialized medical equipment has no power. The situation is officially FUBAR.

It's not as bad as last mission, not yet, but it's still bad. Sickbay is once again left without the resources to properly do it's job. Without communications I feel blind, and without all my equipment, I feel like I have one hand tied behind back. I shall have to trust in the resourcefulness of my staff.

If necessary, I'll have to appeal to Engineering for more power. I doubt they'll have much to give me, but in an emergency even the smallest bit could make all the difference.

End log.

Stardate 21303.15

Given the status of the Yeager crew, the following is a text-based log.

Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 21303.15
Lieutenant (JG) Alexa Rydell, writing:

Happy birthday, Dad.

I was going to send you a comlink, when I got off-duty, but I'm not going to be getting off-duty for quite a while now.

Stranded. You never really think it will happen to you, but one has to remember it's always a possibility. Granted, not as large a possibility as dying, but still significant.

I wish I could talk to you, and tell you I'm okay, but I can't, both because I can't talk to you, and because I don't know if I'm going to be okay. I could be. The truth is, I got really lucky. I'm not hurt, four of my staff are alive. For the situation, I'm in decent shape. Starfleet should realize we're missing once we pass our check-in, and send a ship to look for us. That ship will hopefully pick up whatever distress beacon our engineering crew is jerry-rigging and rescue us.

Any number of catastrophes could happen between now and then, though.

I'm really lucky. But decent shape is still pretty damn terrible, and I already don't like this planet much.

If I get out of here, I'll take you and mom out to a birthday dinner. If I don't, then remember I love you both, and I hope you have many happy birthdays in the future. I don't know if I'm sorry I didn't come to work in your lab, dad, because a lot of times I manage to be happy, but my career with the Yeager has been trying to say the least. Still, I'm sorry I didn't get to see you, before I left.

I think I can believe I'll see you again, though. It may be hard, but for now I think I can believe in my fellow crew, at least to survive. There are questions that need to be answered, but I think we all want to survive.

I love you.

End log.

Stardate 21307.01

Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 21307.01
Lieutenant (JG) Alexa Rydell, recording:

I'm exhausted.

I thought I knew what exhausted was, before this. Exhausted is four level-one medic calls on one shift, followed by having to do triage on another shift because your sickbay is understaffed. Exhausted is the fourth day after three nights in a row of getting two hours of sleep because your brain keeps waking you up over and over and over.

This is worse. This might not be the most exhausted I've ever been objectively, but it feels the worst. The heat and dehydration really sapped the energy out of my body, and getting thrown around twice didn't help. Even after treatments with the sub-dermal regenerator, my shoulders are still sore. And as for emotional exhaustion...well, let's just say seeing your ship getting destroyed has away of unsettling a lot of things in your brain you thought were settled.

I need to sleep. But I'm worried that after passing out I'm not going to remember everything that happened, so I need to get this all down so I can work it into an official report when I wake up.

Let's see..

After my pod landed very hard on the planet (which I now know is called Vandis III), I treated the dislocated jaw of an engineering crewman with me. Then, after hearing a distressed com, I walked about three kilometers to retrieve Lieutenant Takahashi. She took the landing harder than most the crew due to her pregnancy. Luckily, there was no serious damage, and I escorted her to meet up with the rest of the crew.

I should probably mention that the planet was extremely hot, not that I could forget. The area we landed in was a desert, and the temperature just kept rising as the day went on.

Anyway. We met up with the rest of the crew, I turned Takahashi over to the nurses and found Doctor Ohmsford. After checking with him, I made a calculation of our food and water supplies, and reported to Commander Tarik.

While I was reporting to the First Officer, we heard a scream, that abruptly cut off. Tarik took me and Security Ensign Olsen to investigate. Arriving at the site, we found evidence that the crewman had been carried off. There were evidence of reptilian footprints, as well as a body having been lying in the sand. The three of us followed the tracks to a very large hole in the desert.

As we examined the indentation, it sunk steeply, pulling us into it. Fortunately, we were all able to climb out unharmed. Unfortunately, this is where things got...well.

Upon climbing out of the hole, we were faced with six lifeforms. I'm calling them lifeforms for simplicity--the reality is more complicated than that. They were short and lanky, with scales the color of sand and sharp rows of teeth like sharks, carrying spears. One creature stepped forward, opened its mouth, and screamed. For thirteen seconds, like a person screaming in horrified pain. It was unpleasant. Particularly unpleasant after being repeated multiple times.

Tarik attempted to communicate with the lifeforms in the standard Star Fleet manner. The lifeforms repeated what he said. No, not just repeated. Copied, nearly perfectly. Then two more groups of six aliens rose out of the sand on either side of us. These aliens had body paint that looked like our Star Fleet tunics, and they carried phasers.

The repetition repeated, between the groups. Whenever Tarik said was added onto the pattern. Then, the head lifeform threw its spear. It landed half a meter in front of us, and melted into sand. In response, Commander Tarik threw his combat knife at them.

I may have spoken to the First Officer in a tone slightly unbecoming of an officer at this point. I feel any CMO in my position would have done the same. In my opinion, throwing a bladed weapon at unknown aliens, even if you don't intend to hit them, is not a good idea. He could have been accepting an offer to duel, for all we knew.

Fortunately, that didn't happen. Instead, the lifeforms morphed their spears into combat knives. The leader threw its knife, which landed perfectly between Tarik's toes.

At this point, after some communication with Ohmsford over text, I decided something needed to be done to break the cycle, before people started getting sharp force trauma. Crouching in the sand, I drew a stick-figure humanoid. In response, the lead lifeform drew a scene representing the three of us and the eighteen again.

When it punched an indentation in the sand, its louder counterpart belched out foul smelling gas. When it erased a figure of an alien, that alien disappeared (eventually there were only three). And, when it erased a dot representing an escape pod, that pod was sucked into the sand.

I still don't understand it. I don't know if there was ever more than one lifeform. I don't know if it/they were the sand, or were part of the sand, or were part of the planet itself. I just don't know.

Tarik encouraged me to continue trying to communicate with them. The Titan had contacted us, though they were having trouble breaking through the interference with their transporters. I tried to use drawing to ask the lifeform about the interference, representing it as a wavy line. After looking at it, it pointed to the mountains, but I'm not sure it understood. Maybe it thought I was just asking about the mountains.

With pattern enhancers being set up, we headed back to camp. The lifeform or lifeforms melted back into the sand and made no sign of following us. Though, really, there's no way we'd have been able to know, given their apparent nature. Evacuation of the injured to the Titan had already begun. I oversaw the rest of the evacuation, then transferred to the Titan's sickbay.

That should be enough to jog my memory. There is an...incident involving Doctor Ohmsford and Nurse Lerner that I need to go over, but at this point I believe everybody did the best they could in a bad situation. We lost a lot of people on the way to the planet, but nearly everyone who landed on the planet made it out alive.

Nearly everyone...

I wish...

Well, I wish I knew something. I wish I knew why we lost power, or why the ship exploded the way it did, or what the lifeforms actually were. I wish I knew what made so many pods crashed before reaching the planet. I wish I knew there was a reason that some of the best medics I've known are now dead.

I feel completely in dark.

(pause)

It's probably best to put that out of my mind. In two weeks, we'll be back at Star Base Delta. Surely some analysis of the debris will be able to tell us something by then.

End log.

Lt JG Pheral Ohmsford

Stardate 21212.09

Begin personal log, Stardate 21212.09. Lieutenant junior grade Pheral Ohmsford recording.

Recent events have only strengthened my descision to join Starfleet. I realized that, no matter how my personal feelings have changed, it is blatantly clear that my skills are needed, even on this tiny scout ship. I realized I must put personal scientific indulgences aside for the moment and concentrate on the mission. There is a flu epidemic among the fleet which I intend to help combat. It has spread rather quickly from what I gathered in the medical alerts. I have begun to innoculate the crew against it, in the hopes that the virus doesn't mutate into something worse. But I have yet to recieve a live sample which I can study.

On a personal note, my relationship with Doctor Rydell has continued to blossom. While I do not believe she considers me a friend yet, I have proven valuable to her professionally. I even talked her into attending a medical seminar with me which was hosted by my father, Xerin, who has seemed to found a...solution to his minute glossophobia.

  • sighs*

I know it's only my human side thinking this, but seeing my father and extended mother...together for lack of a better term, even after all these years after my mother's death, the thought is still, well, alien to me. Perhaps father is right about these silly human ideals, but I just can't help it.

I haven't changed that much. At least in that respect.

I am looking forward to this next mission. I have a feeling we will be running into those Krynar ships again. At least that is what Starfleet has nemed them. The Krynar. At least according to my friends from the academy, who I have yet to see again. Which reminds me I must look them up as soon as I return.

End log, and save.

Stardate 21303.02

Medical officer's log. Stardate supplemental. Lieutenant Junior Grade Pheral Ohmsford recording.

Lieutenant Commander Kralton Gylanna is stable for the moment. The bleeding from his head has ceased and I've done everything in my power under the circumstances to get him stable, and now the rest is up to the patient. After hearing the order to abandon ship, Lieutenant Junior Grade Raleena Dez, Petty Officer third class Vardok, a few support crewmen and myself have boarded one of the Yeager's shuttles. It's cramped, but it can't be helpd.

We will be en route to the nearest coordinates as soon as we launch, but to do so will involve blowing the bay doors and without a force field to halt the vacuum of space, well, let's just hope no one is in the bay that isn't aboard a shuttle.

End log.

Begin Recording Personal Log.

I have never been so close to death as many times in my century of existence as I have since joining Starfleet. It serves as a reminder of what my main mission and goals are: to save every life I can.

I still have no regrets turning down my father's offer to work on Denobula. I have already seen and experienced things and events I would never have had the chance to had I stayed. Though my attitude will always remain optimistic, I must also be diligent and realistic. But it never hurts to have a sense of humor in any situation. Well, almost any.

End log and save.

Science

CSO Lt Trever Cole

Stardate 21307.08

Chief Science Officer's Log, Stardate 21307.08 Lieutenant Trever Cole, recording:

Early in the cruise, we suffered some type of massive failure in Engineering. I don’t have many answers as to why but I am preparing to submit the system state readings from the memory core at the time we abandoned ship. There was no power or time to do a full memory dump but hopefully the system state recordings will at least provide a snapshot of where things were at the time and give us some clue as to what went wrong. At the same time, I really hope all of the data is intact. I have not been able to verify it after our crash landing and subsequent rescue.

The world we landed on was really unremarkable. There was little surface water, none that we found as a matter of fact. There was also quite a bit of sand. The indigenous life forms, from what I have been told, were some sort of sand people. They seem to appear out of the sand itself and disappear into it just as quickly. I think it definitely warrants a follow-up visit by a survey team. Use caution.

On a personal note, Mari made it safely down as well. She and the baby were doing relatively well after landing but the harsh desert conditions took a great toll on her. She is currently preparing to be transferred to Delta’s medical facilities for recovery.

Also on a personal note, I lost Ensign Baker and Midshipman Elak. They both made it to the pods but were lost on reentry when they were hit by one of the blue arcs. I will be personally contacting the families shortly after this recording. They were two of the finest science officers that I have had the privilege of serving with and I will make sure their service records reflect just that.

Cole out. End recording.


Security

COS Lt Mari Takahashi

Stardate 21210.31

Chief of Security's Private Log, Stardate 21210.31. Events on the Yeager are starting to mellow out, given the complications of the last mission we were assaigned to. I won't go into details, mostly because to rehash that many events from my own perspective is limited due to personal injury. Spending most of the return voyage doped up on enough drugs to keep me barely conscious isn't my idea of fun, to say the least. Brings up bad personal memories of my mother and her attempts to drug me into submission.

Speaking of my mother, I finally contacted her for the first time since I joined Starfleet. She was naturally furious, given she's still serving time in New Zealand at the penal colony there. The entire call was a litiny of verbal abuse that I'm personally glad to never deal with again. I have Trevor and now, aparently, I have a baby coming due. I'm a bit aprehensive about that, due mostly to the natural concerns every mother has. I didn't mention to my mom that she was going to become a grandmother, because I'm sure she'd find some excuse to weasil back into my life and try to take the baby from me. I still love my mother, despite what she's done to me, but I will kill her in a heartbeat if she threatens my baby.

I know I've changed... it's been so long since I left the Academy, yet I still feel... like it's not been any time at all. I have Trevor, I have a baby, I have a career... I have everything I want. Is it selfish to ask for more? I don't know, but I'm not. Anyway, back to work. End log entry.

Ens Beka Olsen

Stardate 21307.14

Security Officer's Log
Stardate 21307.14
Ensign Beka Olsen recording:

Disaster

That is the only word to describe my first ship-bound mission, and it's probably enough for me to strongly consider a position on Delta… unless starbases are going to begin falling out of the sky as well.

I don't even think we know what happened yet but somehow, during warp, one of our nacelles blew up. I personally have a hard time believing it was a malfunction, especially after seeing the affected area and speaking to our engineers, but we may never know what happened. A security officer, Torkav, and I attempted to investigate, but the COS ordered us not to consider sabotage as an option until we had proof beyond a reasonable doubt. I was hardly impressed but didn't have a great deal of time to consider it.

We were forced to evacuate from the Yeager, and the ship… well, there's not much left for anyone to salvage.

My escape pod, which included myself, our CSO and a Vulcan, landed really hard on a planet I like to call Hell (it's really called Vandis III, but still, Hell is more accurate). I dislocated my elbow in the crash, but the Vulcan died during it. Cole remarkably came out in one piece.

Vandis, or the part we landed on, was a desert. Hot, which posed more problems for us than anyone could imagine. It made the journey to meet up with command extremely uncomfortable.

I'll be honest, it was a little weird being on the opposite side of a rescue, and I don't really want to reprise my role of damsel in distress.

Speaking of distress, Cole, who is engaged to my boss and the father of her unborn kid, spent most of our travel having some kind of worry attack, which was totally understandable. However, it also meant I kept having to focus him, which was pretty exhausting. I mean it's training you receive with emergency response and search and rescue, but I'm use to having to talk down middies and crewmans… not senior officers. I can't even imagine what would have happened if Takahashi hadn't survived the crash. She was incapacitated enough that she didn't actively control the department, but she and the child were okay.

Once we had established a camp, everything seemed to be going fine until one of our crewmembers disappeared. We only were alerted to it by a scream, and Commander Tarik, our CMO, Rydell, and I tried to find the crewman. I was able to track two sets of footprints leaving the area with indications that our crewmate had been carried away from the scene.

We didn't find him and all indications point to him being deceased. Instead, we did find life forms… or a life form… I don't really know. It seemed to be sand based and could shift appearances. Initially, there were three groups of 6, and by the end, there was 1. I don't know if that meant he was the only one to begin with, or if he was just a manifestation of something else.

Actually, that just proves that there are a lot of things we don't know and honestly, I'm okay with that. The Titan was able to rescue us all before the sand people decided that they were bored of our company and for the next two weeks, I'm content to enjoy hot showers and real food while we travel back to Delta. The only drawback is that instead of one roommate, I have three, and two of them snore.

So maybe it will be a long trip back… maybe leaving Starbase Alpha was a bad idea. Laura will definitely owe me an 'I told you so', which is delightful. Maybe the trip needs to be longer…

End Log.

Tactical

Ens Kyle DeWitt

Stardate 21301.26

Personal Log
Stardate 21301.26
Ensign Kyle DeWitt recording:

Here I am. Star Fleet seemed it was prudent to offer me a second chance, even though this isn't where I belong. Several weeks ago I was facing a prison sentence. I wonder if that would be preferable to being here. It's seems funny how someone could be charged AWOL even though the accused wasn't sworn into this force. Nevertheless, I guess they gave me a slap on the wrist and I have nothing better to do with my life. That is, until there's some way for me to return to my own universe.

I've been forced to return to the Fourth Fleet, where my previous assignment Avenger currently serves. However, I'm not being reassigned to that vessel. I will be boarding the Yeager, a scout, which has limied tactical capabilities. With the Krynar being an active force here, just as in my own universe, I'm not entirely envious of this.

I can't speak about giving my complete best. I'm still not convinced this is where I belong anymore. I'll never be with anyone I ever loved or cared about anymore, and work isn't as fulfilling as it should be. Perhaps that's why they sent me to a ship was an extremely small numbered crew. On a cruiser it would be easy to slip through the cracks and prevent yourself from being noticed. I don't know, but all I can hope for is some sleep.

End log.

Stardate 21303.12

Personal Log
Stardate 21303.12
Ensign Kyle DeWitt recording:

I guess I won't be able to say this trip's been boring. I was horribly woken up when the Yeager unexpectedly dropped out of warp. I was curious, and a little nervous, so I felt the need to go to the Bridge. Whatever affected us knocked out the main power systems, so I found myself crawling up a jefferies tube. For once I'm glad the Yeager isn't that big of a ship, otherwise the trip would've been too much.

Turns out we were in a star system. Unfortunately, without power to the sensors it was ridiculously impossible to determine our exact location. Joined by Lieutenant Cole, I peered through the viewport in the captain's Ready Room. I didn't get much of a better idea of our location, but I quickly surmized that we were above a Class-H planet. I hoped we didn't have to land on the planet, as I don't envy deserts, but plans were quickly forgotten as the Yeager was pulled into the planet's atmosphere.

The order was given to abandon ship. I didn't have any intention of riding it out in an escape pod, so I made my way to the Shuttle Bay. I was joined by a medical team, who had a horribly injured engineer. Our only task was to escape the Yeager before it was too late. Doctor Ohmsford fired the phasers that allowed both shuttle to escape, but we didn't get very far before things went crazy.

I lost power to the shuttle, and before I knew it we were in a dive. It took a huge amount of luck, but I was able to stabilize our decent to keep us from perishing due to a crash. Shuttle 2, unfortunately, didn't even make it to the ground. Their approach was too deep making them burn upon entry.

Once again powerless, but I wouldn't call this paradise. Our shuttle won't be able to sustain us, due to lack of seal, so we'll be forced to find a mean of survival. If we're lucky we'll be able to rendevous with the remaining Yeager survivors. It's pitch-dark and I don't have any immediate hope. I just hope something comes along that changes my outlook.

End log.

Stardate 21307.01

Recorded while delusioned on planet's surface.

Personal Log
Stardate 21307.01
Lieutenant Kyle DeWitt recording:

The last two years of my tour on the Avenger have become more interesting. We've picked up a distress call from a Federation ship on an uninhabited planet. Despite initial resistance from my Department Head, I have been tasked with leading the search and rescue operation. Despite beaming down with a full team, I seem to have lost them. I don't know how that's possible, but I plan to continue on with my mission.

I've come into contact with a Doctor Pheral Ohmsford claiming to be a member of the Starship Yeager. The report I had only stated that the marooned crew belonged to a scout, and the Yeager was a scout, so I didn't see any issues with his statements. I didn't until he said I was apart of the Yeager crew. I assured him that I was a member of the Avenger and he seemed to accept it, however I don't think he really believes me.

While I continued to help this crew out, a nurse wanted to inject me with something. She even tried to say that I was apart of their crew as well. As I began to think that something was off, I refused medical treatment of any kind until I returned to the Avenger. Suffice it to say, I don't like medical personnel and I'll only let those I trust get near me with a hypospray.

Eventually we were joined by a Lieutenant assigned to the Yeager's Tactical department. My original thought were that I finally had some one to collaborate with, but something just threw me off him. His attitude didn't sit well with me, and it didn't help that he tried to convince me of the same delusion that the others did. I planned to continue along until we were transported back to the Avenger. However, everything seemed to come to a screeching halt.

While one of their teams were missing, I suggested that I be sent with one of their recovery teams. I wasn't well received as they suggest I beam up to the Titan, which was supposedly beaming their crew up. Now that I finally see their true lies, I have to end this threat before it can reach the Federation. I can't contact Avenger, and I'm pretty sure they're responsible. I don't know what's happening, but I plan to do everything in my power.

End log.

Stardate 21307.18

Personal Log
Stardate 21307.18
Ensign Kyle DeWitt recording:

Having two sets of different memories in your head is really conflicting. I know what happened below on the planet's surface. I just don't know how I'm going to face the consequences of it. I'm currently lying in the Sickbay aboard the Titan, which I'm assuming s on a direct course for Star Base Delta. I'm probably bound to be dragged to the brig anytime soon. This is how it ends, not as if I had a career to protect anyway.

End log.