CAPTAIN'S LOG Stardate 100125.8
Reyga’s mission this week is a routine charting update in the Kassae Sector. While we are certainly capable of carrying out the important task of deploying survey buoys in the Federation interior, I can’t help but feel that perhaps this dull work is my fault.
Only a Vulcan’s petty revenge could account for deploying a state of the art science and reconnaissance vessel past no less than four local ships capable of accomplishing the mission.
Ah, well. It never hurts to let the crew brush up on the mundane side of things.
CAPTAIN'S LOG Supplemental
Stellar survey ongoing.
Commander Sedai caught an officer playing Angry Warbirds on his bridge console, today. I must commend her for her diligence. Perhaps calling the officer in question out in front of the crew was not the most tactful way to handle the situation, but it was certainly effective.
…
Yes, it was me.
CAPTAIN'S LOG Supplemental
Time is an artificial construct, created only to allow us to quantify the depths of our boredom and despair. I have transcended this construct and become one with the stellar survey buoy fleet. My probes extend throughout the sector, meticulously cataloging the position and characteristics of every known star. Though I know none have changed since this was last done two years ago, I touch each one anyway, for my life would be truly meaningless without the routine of charting updates.
CAPTAIN'S LOG Supplemental
Theeeeee sun is a mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnaaaace; where…
{Log continues indistinctly for two minutes, then abruptly ends immediately following the sound of a door chime.}
CAPTAIN'S LOG Stardate 10131.3
We’ve temporarily suspended the charting mission to investigate some strange readings, which the XO and Ensign Sadaann believe to be a faint distress call.
The signal is intermittent, possibly Romulan in origin, and moving slowly towards us.
CAPTAIN'S LOG Supplemental
The source of the distress call turned out to be a T’liss class warbird, the Sienov, operated by mercenaries. The ship was badly damaged, but staunchly refused to allow us to assist them. They did, however, transport a Star Empire officer aboard, apparently a defector, that they had been hired to deliver to someone in the Republic.
Despite the … legally questionable status of the Sienov, I decided that trying to arrest them on behalf of the Republic was too great a risk, given the condition of their ship. After escorting them out of Federation space, we forwarded their transponder ID and last known position to Republic Command, let them deal with it.
As to the Imperial defector, one Sublieutenant Delum, I decided to proceed to the Republic Officer who had orchestrated the unorthodox defection.
CAPTAIN'S LOG Supplemental 10134.1
We’ve rendezvoused with Centurion Bolarus, RRF, sitting in a Kestrel runabout in the Virinat System. After explaining the situation, how we’d come to receive the defector from the Sienov, the Centurion offered to pay us for our services, apparently whatever he had agreed to pay the mercenaries.
Perhaps against my better judgment, I released Delum into Centurion Bolarus’ custody. To my surprise, they departed back in the direction of New Romulus. A database query doesn’t list Bolarus as MIA or AWOL, so I feel safe in assuming they arrived there safely.
Finding a lone officer in a runabout several systems away from their reported assignment was suspicious enough, but the offer of payment makes me absolutely certain that this whole thing was unsanctioned. My money (not that I accepted the payment, of course) would be on some kind of Romeo and Juliet situation. The mercenaries did call the defector a “lovebird” at one point.
Whatever the case, I wish them well, and am thoroughly glad not to have had to dig any deeper into it.
(( Event • Transcripts: Main, Brig, Ready Room • AAR))