Captains log: Stardate 46154.2

It has been an interesting few weeks. Between the constant raids on my ship, Ion Storms and Solar flares, the crew now has the projected service lifetime of 3 days. If it wasn't for the clone machine I myself would have been gone a long time ago. On our journey back to the Federation base, I can't help but wonder if I've done this before... Sometimes when on the bridge I swear I have experienced the events unfolding before - An untrustworthy slug merchant, an infestation of alien spiders on a nearby station. Nevertheless, even with this uneasy feelings we press on towards the next sector, hoping that it won't be another ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Mantis homeworld.

Picard version twenty-three signing off.

Captains log: Stardate 46154.2 It has been an interesting few weeks. Between the constant raids on my ship, Ion Storms and Solar flares, the crew now has the projected service lifetime of 3 days. If it wasn't for the clone machine I myself would have been gone a long time ago. On our journey back to the Federation base, I can't help but wonder if I've done this before... Sometimes when on the bridge I swear I have experienced the events unfolding before - An untrustworthy slug merchant, an infestation of alien spiders on a nearby station. Nevertheless, even with this uneasy feelings we press on towards the next sector, hoping that it won't be another god-damn Mantis homeworld. Picard version twenty-three signing off.