First Officer’s Log

Today was a good day to die. The problem is today never happened according to the chronometer on my desk… yet I distinctly remember the events of the day. It all started when I opened my eyes this morning at 0800 and found 3 year old eyes filled with wonder staring into mine from about 6 inches above my face. My son Oliver said to me “Daddy, are you sleeping?”

Naturally, I responded “Yes.” and closed my eyes again.

A few more minutes of prodding from Ollie (with help from his sister Alice) resulted in my getting up and getting coffee for myself and my wife, Doctor Taylor, and breakfast for the kids from the replicator. I took a sonic shower, got dressed, said bye to my family and headed out of our quarters to face the day.

I stopped by Engineering to check in with Chief Bender about the calibration she was planning for the warp core in the afternoon. All was well in Engineering so I stopped by the Armory to ask Commander Knotts how we were progressing with the shipwide inventory ordered by command. He reported that we were behind schedule.

I made my way to the bridge intending to ask Commander Griffin to assign some additional personnel to the Armory to get us back on schedule with the inventory, but all thoughts of administrative minutiae flew out of my head when I stepped onto the bridge and the red alert klaxon began blaring. The lighting changed as the ship prepared itself for battle and I approached my chair to relieve Commander Griffin. “Status Report” I asked briskly both to make him aware of my arrival and to find out what was going on.

“I wish I could give you one, sir” he responded, looking perplexed. “Nothing is showing on sensors but the ship put itself into defensive mode due to a proximity alert. We’re running more intensive scans now. The sensor log shows a blip which must have triggered the defensive systems…” he trailed off, looking at reports on the status display.

“Very well, keep me apprised.” I went to the Captain’s chair and called Captain Knotts, apprising him of the situation. He asked that I keep him informed. I looked over the sensor and tactical data from my station and agreed with Commander Griffin’s assessment.

“Have we tried running a multiphasic sensor sweep?” I asked, grasping at straws.

“We’ve run every kind of sweep I know to run, unless you’ve come up with a new sensor configuration I’m not aware of” Commander Griffin quipped.

“Not recently” I replied. Looking at the sensor analysis again I saw results coming in from the scans I had inquired about. Nothing out of the ordinary. I forwarded the scans and my analysis to Captain Knotts. “Cancel red alert, but maintain condition yellow” I ordered. Yellow alert would keep the ship in increased readiness mode with more frequent automated scans. “See if you can determine what happened, and if we get anymore blips, let me know immediately. We’ll have a briefing at 1200”

Trusting the crew to investigate the mystery, I fired off a notification of the scheduled briefing and I turned my attention back to administrative duties, adding some personnel to the Armory schedule for the following day (as I knew they would be busy for the rest of the shift investigating this latest anomaly). A ship this size has an enormous amount of administration. While the crew spends it’s time investigating the nature of our universe and generating data, the command staff spends an inordinate amount of time scheduling, planning, reviewing reports, and making sure things run smoothly.

At the 1200 briefing, Lieutenant Commander Brunelle expressed dissatisfaction at our lack of scientific explanation for what caused the sensor blip. “It’s almost as if we brushed against something with our navigational deflectors, but the sensors showed nothing there.”

“Assuming we did, what could have disrupted our navigational deflectors that would not register on the sensors?” Captain Knotts asked.

“A cloaked object of some kind, but it would have to have been very small. Maybe the size of a deck of cards, and we aren’t aware of any cloaking technology that miniaturized.” replied Lieutenant Commander Brunelle.

“Just because we aren’t aware of it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” I replied. “Maybe the reason the multiphasic sweep didn’t detect anything outside the ship because whatever it was wasn’t outside the ship anymore…”

Mr. Griffin began prodding the PADD in front of him furiously. “I’ve run an analysis of internal sensor log data from the time of the incident and I do see some slight distortion consistent with an object out of phase with our reality passing through the ship’s hull and several bulkheads. I’m tracing the path now.”

A few minutes later we found ourselves standing in front of our main computer core. “It’s right here,” said Commander Griffin, glancing between his PADD and the core, pointing at the primary/secondary interface near the main power junction.

“What is it?” asked Captain Knotts, the concern on his face growing deeper.

“I’m not sure, but I don’t like the looks of it,” answered Chief Bender. It was invisible to our eyes, but she held up her PADD to show a 3D rendering of the object. It looked exactly like a box of playing cards but had no distinguishing marks of any kind, just smooth sides and sharp edges.

Just then, the captain’s communicator squawked. “CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE!” and the red alert klaxon began sounding again.

Captain Knotts, Commander Griffin and I headed quickly to the nearest turbolift. “Status report,” the captain requested.

“There’s a ship off our port bow of unknown configuration. At least we think it’s a ship. It wasn’t there a second ago and now it’s there. They aren’t responding to hails.”

We stepped onto the bridge and the image on the view screen was something to behold. It was a large box, a giant version of the object on our computer core. It was at least 1/3 the size of our ship and it’s silvery surface looked like liquid metal but was not the least bit reflective, instead seeming to generate its own dim light from within. The edges looked sharp enough to cut space-time itself and it stood out starkly from the blackness of space filled with stars and galaxies behind it.

“Open a channel,” said the Captain. A chirp signified that communications had been initialized. “Unidentified Vessel: I am Captain James Knotts of the Federation Starship Narragansett. You are in Federation space. Please announce your intentions and identify your species and planet of origin.”

“No response, sir,” said Lieutenant Commander Dreyfus from the communications station. “I am sending our translation codes using all standard modes of communication.”

“Try the non-standard ones too,” I said. Anyone with this kind of technology should be able to translate our language in short order once they recognized the series of primes at the beginning of our translation codes for what they were.

“Bender to bridge.”

“Go ahead,” replied the captain.

“Sir, it seems that the device on the computer core is accessing our main computer database. It’s downloading everything, and I do mean everything.”

“Interesting,” I said as I sat down at my station to review the data from Chief Bender’s PADD.

The Captain looked in my direction and said “Exasperating is more like it. I don’t like this one bit.”

“Incoming transmission sir, audio only, putting it through” said Lieutenant Commander Dreyfus.

“Starship Narragansett: We have analysed all of your ‘data’ and determined that your kind is not ready to know us. You are not developed. You cannot be allowed to continue with the knowledge of our existence.”

“What do you mean we cannot be allowed to continue? Who are you to decide that?” replied the Captain.

Lieutenant Commander Dreyfus reported “They terminated their transmission, sir.”

“Bender to bridge.”

“Go ahead Chief,” the captain replied as he began to pace.

“Sir, the device is showing a massive energy buildup that should not be possible based on it’s size. I’d estimate is has more energy currently than we can produce over the course of a year.”

Commander Griffin turned from the Ops station to look at the Captain and I. “I think we know what they mean now, sir.”

Suspecting that our choice to live on a Starship with our young family was poor, my thoughts turned to my wife and children a few decks below us. I didn’t have long to regret, as the world went blindingly white.

What seemed like an eternity later, I found myself sitting at my desk. The time on the chronometer read 1000, and none of the events I have recounted here after I stepped onto the bridge this morning seem to have happened. It seems after I checked with Commander Griffin to assign more staff to the Armory I came here to my office to work on crew evaluations. Despite my vivid recollection, no one else’s logs seem to reflect these events and the sensor logs show no anomalies of any kind.

Captain Knotts had no idea what I was talking about when I inquired as to what was going on, so I decided to write this report to make sure there was a record of my memories. I think I’ll go to sickbay and get checked out.

Navigation Officer’s Log

This month the ship was sent to a starbase to assess damages done by a so called comet, but upon arrival it seemed that there was damage done by photon weapons. After doing our assessment and assisting with repairs we have been ordered to go to another starbase to yet again assess some comet damage. Due to personal issues I had taken a short leave of absence and have now returned to my duties. Now that I am back I am hoping to find certain parts for the delta fliers to hopefully give them an upgrade and make them a bit more useful in the future. If I can get the correct scanner arrays we might just be able to make them useful for scouting missions, but I still need to run this by the Captain first. If I can get him to approve this endeavor then we could definitely gain some benefits. For now though I need to just sit at my controls and continue my work on some of the flight protocols to see if I can improve any of them. I may need to be in touch with engineering on some of these aspects as I should hopefully not cause any power fluctuations. Should I cause a problem, as long as I have engineering assisting me, it should be fixed quickly. First on the list is some protocols that were sent from Starfleet Command that should, in theory, help to widen our scanning range without the need for a new system. Again though I will need to consult the Captain on these first.

Second Officers Log

Apparently the Narragansett was caught in a temporal anomaly. Temporal Agent Grey reports that it resulted in an alternate timeline that was so unstable that it collapsed and we appear to have been returned to our normal timeline. We have arrived at Star-base 313 to investigate the damage done by a “rogue comet”. The damage is not consistent with a comet strike. Our scans show it was more likely a transphasic torpedo. Science also detected a temporal distortion in the area. We are investigating the damage and assisting with repairs. Medical is assisting with treatment of casualties.

This section has been deemed CLASSIFIED and has been REDACTED. Security clearance level Beta-Two.

This month we made some changes to the website to incorporate SFI and Sol Sector to the crew manifest. The new promotions schedule has been posted. I resumed managing status reports and we have begun plans for a complete overhaul for the new website. I would like to reiterate my request for all Department heads to choose an Assistant to take over in their absence.

First Officers Log

Reported to starbase 313 for general inspections and repairs After a comet strike. We picked up strange temporal readings and contacted command. We received standby orders from section 31. As for ship functions, all stations and departments report in all systems functioning. Report on the summit at starbase 15 will be coming in the next few days once data can be compiled, and points can be confirmed by regional command.

Chief Navigational Officer’s Log

Navigation has not had much work done in the time that the Narragansett was stationed at Earth Station Titan due to changes in command. However as there is now an acting Captain, I will be working with the Admiral on plotting a course for a new mission to be started within the next week. During the time at Earth Station Titan, I have worked with the new navigation systems to better understand it, and to see if there are ways to speed up plotting new courses that may be quicker and or safer to travel.

In Service,
Lieutenant JG Nelson, CNO

Captain’s Log, Supplemental

The USS Narragansett has taken heavy damage. We had to eject the warp core. We suffered many hull breaches and many casualties. Support ships are inbound and we are doing our best to repair what we can with parts on hand. I’m afraid the Commodore will be disappointed with the state of the ship. Life support is stable at 35% and auxiliary power is holding.

We lost a lot of good people today, and the fleet lost many, many ships. I remember when we spent our time exploring the galaxy rather than fighting in wars. I miss those days.

Captain’s Log

We have embarked on a mission to Deep Space 9 to quell some trouble there. Details are slim, and I have a feeling that there is more to this mission than meets the eye. Admiral Anzaldi and Commodore Knotts have stayed on Titan to handle some pressing fleet business. I will need to rely heavily on Commanders Brunelle and Griffin as I have pressing fleet business of my own, but I know they are up to the job. My expectation is for the crew to perform admirably, as they always do.

First officer’s log supplimental

  stardate: 95818.59 we arrived at Cestus III on time to beguin our negotiations to have a federation outpost re-established here.  A meeting was set on the planet’s capitol which was to be comprised of the representatives from the human settlement and their governor. An awayteam comprised of FCAPT. Knotts, CMDR. Taylor M.D., CWO5. Knotts, and myself, was sent to open the negotiations. Upon our arrival, we found it strange that nobody was sent to receive our party and welcome us. To be specific, there was nobody to be found anywhere. As standard to procedure we scanned for life forms in our vacinity. The scans came back with interesting finds. The scans detected irregularities in the dna of the lifeforms around us. Documenting this we proceeded with our main objective. we made our way to the council chambers where we were greeted by the governor and two leaders from the gorn deligation. the proceedings were icy at best in general nature. The governor seemed subdued as the gorn leaders took charge of the meeting. after presenting our case, we were asked for a 48 waiting period before the deligation makes its decision. Plans for the proposed outpost were asked for, and to my  knowledge, submitted by FCAPT. Knotts. we returned to the ship where now for a very quiet and uneasy 24 hours we await the decisions of the leaders of Cestus III. i can’t help but to feel concerned. The willingness and open reception of our proposal to what has been proven to be a relatively unreceptive culture and species, does not leave me with feelings of comfort. Rather, alarm and suspicion. i also can’t shake the nagging suspicions I have over the unusual genetic combination makeup we picked up. Could the gorn here be practicing genetic enhancement using what I can only call (For currently classified reasons at the moment) “foreign” dna? To many questions, all to be answered in to short of time.

Fleet Captain’s Log

Stardate 95815.49 We arrived at Cestus III on schedule and beamed down to the planet for our meeting with local officials. There were some strange happenings on the way to the government building. We picked up several rather strange life-form readings in the chambers where we were to have our meeting. Readings of a human/Klingon hybrid of some kind were detected, however when we entered the room none of these other lifeforms were present. We conducted our meeting rather quickly, only drawing slight opposition from the Gorn, CMDR. Zorak. The other Gorn that was present, Brakk was silent through the whole exchange. Governor Gari also stated they would be in agreeance with the establishment of an outpost but required the proposed blueprint to review before giving a final blessing. This seems to have progressed well, however I am cautious of how easily it was to persuade both sides to allow a federation outpost. There is an err of something mischievous and devious going on behind the scenes. We must be cautious not to get caught in something we are not prepared for.

Second Officers Log

It has been a tough week. I dealt with a difficult personnel matter and ended up having to turn it over to Captain Anzaldi. As a result, I created a New Member’s Guide to the Narragansett and a Questionnaire and Exam to go with it that lays out the expectations for crew members as well as an explanation of what we are about and how we are organized. When a new member completes the exam they will earn the rank of Crewman 1st Class, and the questionnaire will inform us as to what assignment they desire and what level of participation they wish to have. Our mission to Cestus III has been, thus far, uneventful. We are enroute and will arrive next week. I am pleased with the progress of the upgrades reported by Lieutenant Bender. She is doing an excellent job in her new role as Chief Engineer. Captain Knotts’ event on the holodeck was an enjoyable affair. It’s always nice to kick back and relax with friends after a long week. The senior staff members who could not make it were sorely missed. Commander J. Taylor