// 002 // ▰ [written | action]
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Captain's Log; Stardate 2258.54
The Stardate was 2258.50 when I arrived here so I'll just keep rolling with what I know.
I've found myself stranded, dropped, kidnapped, whatever you want to call it, on a planet the locals call "Luceti." The planet has no Federation Designation number, leading me to the obvious conclusion that I'm in some serious trouble. The "Malnosso", the name of my wonderful abductors, don't seem to care about what crime it is to kidnap a Captain of the Federation. Oh, and adding wings to them.
I'm not sure what their goal is at the moment. They have kidnapped a bunch of people from different times and universes it seems. I've met a few kids from the year 2010. And just to be clear in case someone drags my ass to another hearing? I'm going out on the limb and saying that since there are a bunch of life forms running around, First Contact isn't an issue. So I don't want to hear anything about the damn Prime Directive.
There is no way to contact the crew of the Enterprise. At least not from what I've found so far. The communicator was taken from me, presumably, when I was ripped out of of my ship. Knowing the crew like I do, there is no doubt that Spock has become Acting Captain and appointed a First in Command in my absence.
He'd better not scratch my ship up while I'm gone.
Kirk out.
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[Jim is standing on one of the bridges. Beyond the few initial contacts, he hasn't gone out to meet most people. The young Captain is still very weary of the situation he's in and the people, not trusting half of them as far as he can throw them. He's more or less grumbling to himself.]
This place is worse than Iowa. At least that place had something to do that was entertaining.
Captain's Log; Stardate 2258.54
The Stardate was 2258.50 when I arrived here so I'll just keep rolling with what I know.
I've found myself stranded, dropped, kidnapped, whatever you want to call it, on a planet the locals call "Luceti." The planet has no Federation Designation number, leading me to the obvious conclusion that I'm in some serious trouble. The "Malnosso", the name of my wonderful abductors, don't seem to care about what crime it is to kidnap a Captain of the Federation. Oh, and adding wings to them.
I'm not sure what their goal is at the moment. They have kidnapped a bunch of people from different times and universes it seems. I've met a few kids from the year 2010. And just to be clear in case someone drags my ass to another hearing? I'm going out on the limb and saying that since there are a bunch of life forms running around, First Contact isn't an issue. So I don't want to hear anything about the damn Prime Directive.
There is no way to contact the crew of the Enterprise. At least not from what I've found so far. The communicator was taken from me, presumably, when I was ripped out of of my ship. Knowing the crew like I do, there is no doubt that Spock has become Acting Captain and appointed a First in Command in my absence.
He'd better not scratch my ship up while I'm gone.
Kirk out.
[/unhackable]
[Jim is standing on one of the bridges. Beyond the few initial contacts, he hasn't gone out to meet most people. The young Captain is still very weary of the situation he's in and the people, not trusting half of them as far as he can throw them. He's more or less grumbling to himself.]
This place is worse than Iowa. At least that place had something to do that was entertaining.