Stardate: 203189

We’re getting 41 distinct life sign readings, but that out of a recorded crew manifest of 42. We are still outside communications range, so don’t know details, but it’s not looking good.

Stardate: 203188

A ship! It’s at the furthest reaches of our scanners, so we can detect a craft but cannot detect if there are life signs or not. We are making best speed toward their position.

Stardate: 203187

The ensign, whose name escapes me at the moment, was ‘otherwise disposed’ and unable to join me today. I hope he is coping. It cannot be an easy time. Still no sign.

Stardate: 203186

DuMond tells me that the scanners have been overclocked far beyond their normal range. In the meantime, I feel I should talk to the ensign whose brother is amongst the missing crew. I’ve arranged an informal meeting tomorrow.

Stardate: 203185

We are in a similar location to that when we were attacked by the Matak craft. No sign of them presently and, if they have any sense, it will stay that way.

Stardate: 203184

We’ve slowed and started a standard search pattern for the lost ship. It is as if the entire ship is holding its collective breath.

Stardate: 203183

It has been brought to my attention that one of the crew of the missing ship is the brother of one of our ensigns. We are making best speed and tweaking shields and scanners to be as efficient as we can. Time will tell, although I fear it is a luxury we can ill afford.

Stardate: 203182

All else seems well on Ralos 3. The settlers are establishing themselves as best they can. Their chief concern is for the welfare of the missing craft. We leave in one hour.

Stardate: 203181

We arrived this morning to mixed news. The earth fleet made it through with one exception. One ship became separated during an attack and no-one knows of its whereabouts. Once we have unloaded the last of the supplies to the settlers we are returning to search for it.

Stardate: 203180

I’ve asked DuMond to up the engine output in an attempt to arrive at Ralos as soon as possible.

Stardate: 203179

The attack was a fly-by from a fleet of tiny ships. They caused no significant damage – the engineering crew are repairing what there was. Some bumps and bruises that Yung is dealing with. My concern now is that the new settlers from earth would have to run through that sector as well and they were nowhere near as well defended.

Stardate: 203178

That ‘unusual amount of activity’ have powered up their weapons in the last hour and my concern is that this crew isn’t…Battle Stations!

Stardate: 203177

Navigation reports an unusual amount of activity in the sector we’re coming to, most of it bearing down on us.

Stardate: 203176

Chief Medical Officer Yung tells me that the pre-flight medical reports showed the crew in generally good health. Nonetheless, she trusts GE0-Medical as far as a Meruvian can spit, so she will be doing her own medicals forthwith.

Stardate: 203175

DuMond reports most of the damage done by the Treling is now undone and I have to say the ship is running superbly. Oh, and last night appears to have been a great success for all involved. Good pie.

Stardate: 203174

All senior personnel are gathering in the mess tonight for dinner. Leaving the ship with Lieutenants and Ensigns for the first time always makes me nervous. Still, it’s only for a couple of hours.

Stardate: 203173

Lieutenant Willard is a fascinating soul, particularly as when he is relaxed you can see right through him. Literally.

Stardate: 203172

The Ralos system is our new destination to ensure the new inhabitants from Earth are settling in well on Ralos 3. Hopefully it will be a peaceful two week journey there.

Stardate: 203171

We leave orbit in 2 hours, and not a moment too soon. We should be receiving orders any moment.

Stardate: 203170

Tommy and his crew are piecing the ship back together again. He reckons we should be space-worthy again by tomorrow.

Stardate: 203169

retinal scan initialising
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ident-captain Cartier, Edward
**logs unlocked**

So that was an interesting 24 hours. Our Treling liaison was in fact planning on making money through selling our ship as scrap - scrap! – once we had abandoned it. But I’m not sure he counted on DuMond’s tenacity at solving a problem.