Star Trek: StarTraveler - Captain Washington's Log #1

 My name is Marisa Washington, and today marks the 1 year anniversary since me and my... let's call her my partner, were sent into the future. For those reading this paper report, I feel it best that we start from the beginning.

I was on the maiden voyage of my first command, the USS Startraveler, when we encountered an unknown and unusual event, that has now been described and labeled at best to be a scar or a tear in the fabric of spacetime. Too Late, I tried to order our hasty retreat from the tear in order to protect the ship, but the ship was pulled sideways into the tear, which closed shut on my ship. Mere moments before the closure, I dove from the Captain's chair towards Navigation in order to try and recover the vessel or at least keep her steady, believing that if it closed the ship would vent all of us into space, when the oddest event occured.

The ship was split between two completely different ships. What replaced the half of the ship that was cut, removing half of my crew from existance, was that of the liberated Imperial Destroyer ISS StarStriker. Half of my crew was just vaporized on the spot from that incident, and there I stood, at the navigation console, mere inches away from a being I learned later on to be called an Onx, a Species that has yet to be discovered by the Federation, but apparently is a rare and sought after Captain's Woman species in the Empire.

Her name is Marissa Ruby. Captain of the Resistance against the Imperial Empire of Earth, or what the Federation has now renamed, the Second Terran Empire. She was once a Captain's Woman, barbaric practice and horrific living condition, in which she had to kill her oppressor in order to survive and escape from the Empire. She rarely likes to talk about those days, but she is strong. From what she has said, however, continues to shake me to my very core.

We spent 5 years in the USS StarTraveler, in the Early 2230s, before fate would once again throw us a curveball. We were pulled over a hundred years into the future after we were ordered to explore a section of space known for it's temporal instability, and frequent forming of portals. Luck would have it, We were pulled into one, and ended up crippled for nearly a week before we were found, and brought back. However, We did not know the full extent of the changes until we made it back.

Now, After extensive research and retesting, We have been gifted another chance to explore the stars, with a mostly new crew and a new ship, and we continue the voyage we have begun, to see new civilizations and help those who need to be helped, and to stop Whatever the Empire tries to bring into our universe.

END LOG

Star Trek: StarTraveler - Captain Ruby Log #1

 I choose to write these out of duress rather than meddle or deal with new age tech saving my voice to be found by anyone. As Proven, there are spies from the Empire leaking out everywhere and the best thing for me would be to keep my appearances down to a minimum outside of the ship, except for when we go out on missions. I'm not giving any of those bastards any sort of leg up or gifting my location to them on a silver platter.

Since this is the first log on a new ship, I am being forced to introduce myself because apparently this is young schooling and no one can read a crew list to save their live, don't get me started....

I am Resistance Captain Marissa Ruby, former captain of the liberated Imperial starship StarStriker, and now Co-Captain of the USS StarTraveler with my alternate from this universe, a scientific Orion. While I admit adjusting to this universe has been a difficult endeavor, it has been nice to feel safe at least around someone who can understand your emotions, since they are technically her own to feel as well, and to have one's back.

Today marks the first day the crew is allowed to come onboard the ship and begin remodeling the ship to how they see fit. We are not setting off for a couple more weeks, however I have already begun to deal with idiots and morons who don't seem to realize how to deal with the most basic of situations or know how to type a single word on an old Recorder in order to write their own dam reports, it has started to make me want to pull my own hair out.

Now, if you excuse me, It would seem someone has started a fight in one of the decks and has not invited me to it.

END LOG

Companion Chronicles - Lily

 She could hear the ticking of the clock which hung on the wall of her small town police department, but she could still be annoyed with the overtime at the department, hearing that clock almost made her want to put on music, or throw it through a window, anything to get rid of the constant drowning of the tick-tick-tick.

"Lily." The gruff voice of her captain shook her from her dull daydream of smashing the clock, if one could daydream in the middle of the night. She shook her head, trying to dust the remaining cobwebs and sleepiness from her eyes and her aching mind.

"Yes, Captain?" She spoke.

"Heading home. Last hour, then you do the same. Understand?"

She nodded, watching him walk out the door of his office and right out the door of the detective wing of the small town police department. She sighed a bit, staring at her desk with aching eyes, wiping the dust from them as the sounds of the clock on the wall began to return to drill in her mind. Her eyes, her mind, to try and focus on anything else, slowly moved over to the brass nameplate which sat before her on the edge of her desk.

Detective

Lily Winters

Traffic Division

Bottom of the Totem Pole. Bored out of her mind. A rookie in a police department barely holding itself together. There are some moments when one dreams of simpler times, but those times almost come with a sort of pain to them, a want, a desire. So as her mind began to drift towards her memories, she slowly opened her desk and pulled out an old photograph she kept like an external key to her heart.

A long time ago, she knew this man. This wonderful, Mysterious man. A man who was pained of his past and trying to move forward to make his life better. To be renewed, and to work his demons through, bit by bit. She saw him at the best, and at the worst of times, and even through all of that, he wished to help others. He always put helping others at the top of his priorities. That's what drove her, in a way. To help others, even those who she never knew. It was seeing that man working through his demons that inspired her to want to help others.

She took a quick look at the clock, the dull and annoying clock, and with a smirk forming on her lips, she began to work on more paperwork, slightly taping the photograph of her friend just in eyeshot, like a reassuring hand.

Whose Line Hoedown - Spirit

Oh, Oh, I can feel the chill in the air,

We're being set up for one big ole' Scare!

Trying to keep calm, it really is a bother,

Wait, what is that, resting on your shoulder?

Whose Line Hoedown - Love

No one truly knows when Love will strike,
No one can control who someone will like,
From animals, to work, or even a hobby,
Love comes in many forms, towards anybody!