Captains Log: U.S.S. Sacagawea
Rear Admiral 1 of 9 Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01 commanding
Star Date 3019.1.15 (local time)
The upcoming patch to our holodeck systems to be delivered by Star Fleet, promises military exercise between Federation ships. While we continue our exploration B’tran cluster we have come upon a Class m planet the Federation has designated Gamma Canaris III. Scans show the plant to be a pre-warp, pre-industrial civilization. Atmosphere consists of 78% Nitrogen, 21 % Oxygen, with trace amounts of Argon and Carbon Dioxide – Notably, Carbon Monoxide is absent.
For the record, I am noting that I am beaming down to the service over the expressed cautions of first officer Ven Hero [Author’s note: Yes the bridge officer came with that fantastic name]. Per my first officer’s recommendation, I am accommodating the builshi…the prime directive by having the Ship’s Chief Physician, Dr. Dydzia, remove my ocular implant for the duration of the away mission. It currently covers part of the right side of my face and has caused me to be known among the other field grade Star Fleet admirals as Rear Admiral “OMGosh what is that on your head?” I have asked Lieutenant Commander Quargg, a young Ferrengi Engineering officer to send a probe down to the planet to enable me discern the customs regarding clothing of the indigenous population. I found his initial reply of “Alright but it will cost you” a bit disturbing; I have asked first officer hero to have a discussion with him while I am away.
Captains Log: Away mission to Thorin’s Gate
Rear Admiral 1 of 9 Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01
Star Date 3019.2.15 (local time)
Against the wishes of my first officer, and I believe this is only because I took the keys to the starship before I left, I have been on Gama Canaris III for a month now. I have come to know the local population that call themselves “Dwarves” residing in a place they call “Thorin’s Gate”. Thorin’s gate, which is tantamount to an enormous subterranean dwelling, is apparently named after one of their great heroes that slew some great beast or other. It was, by their estimation, a monumental effort. The prime directive forbids me telling them I could have finished off the smelly thing with a hand phaser or two and saved this Thorin the trouble.
I have found my hosts quite gracious and accommodating. How Ironic – Star Fleet gave me charge of enough firepower to level a planet as a young lieutenant (and without much assurance that I would rejoin the Borg collective at that) feeling they could somehow “ingratiated “ my crew of neophytes and I into a battle against my own people, while treating us like cannon fodder. The Dwarves, on the other hand have given me a small but comfortable dwelling in one of their subterranean residential areas and furnished me with a barrel of the strongest ale I have ever tasted in my life. Three times I have fallen into a drunken stupor and found myself in remote areas of this land.
Captains Log: Away mission to…someplace called “Moria”
Rear Admiral 1 of 9 Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01
Star Date 3019.2.15.2 (local time)
It appears that electro-magnetic storms are preventing both communication with my ship as well as beaming. Either that, or my first officer found the spare set of keys to the Starship under the mattress in my quarters. In any case, it appears that the dwarves have more in common with Star Fleet than I thought. The old adage, there is no such thing as a free lunch seems to apply my hosts have asked me to render service in repayment for their hospitality. Since I appear to be marooned (at least for the moment) I find myself with little choice but complying. They have sent me on a long, and somewhat tedious journey, to yet another subterranean dwelling…this one called “Moria”. The Dwarves claim the subterranean city, which they are calling a “mine”, rightfully belongs to them. This seems far from the truth however, as the place is primarily inhabited by a race of beings called “orcs” by the dwarves. Having had some dealings with these “orcs” I expect them to be of Klingon heritage. For the time being I have been tasked with reclaiming an area known as “The Waterworks”. It appears to have once been a mighty facility for generating electricity from water turbines but the place is now over run with 10 foot amphibians and numerous other organisms, also subject to some form of gigantism. Fortunately, my training in the Klingon Bat’leth has stood me in good stead and I am able to handle a large 2 handed Dwarven sword they call a “Claymore” with some proficiency.
As the days of the last month have turned into weeks I have come to suspect that my first officer is behind all of this.
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