The Syndicate

Mission 20 – “Through the looking glass” Part 2
Sim Date: November 26, 2016
IC Date: March 1, 2371 Time: 12:29:35
Stardate: 48163.06

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Location: USS Tempest, Personal Quarters of Sullivan Derringer, Executive Officer

Is this thing on? How do I even do one of these? I've gone ahead and borrowed the Captain's format for now. [Throat clearing] Mission report: I'll try to keep this brief. Our initial objective was to investigate the source of some interference coming from the target, an M-Class planet and the only one in the system we believed to have been likely of supporting any life. My initial hypothesis was that the interference, far too uniform to be unintentional, was being caused by some form of cloaking technology. This led me to believe that intelligent, potentially space faring life could be present on the planet.

When our away team was dispatched, the real trouble began. Our Tactical Officer, Cleveland, was almost actively belligerent at every opportunity. I can recall at least three occasions upon which my direct orders were expressly ignored. My first priority, once on the surface, was to insure that we did not unintentionally encounter any primative life. Officer Cleveland seemed to have other priorities, as he completely disregarded my order to remain together as we progressed, resulting in the rest of my crew following suit in order to keep pace with him. As expected, Cleveland's reckless advance ultimately ended with him stuck in a sinking mudpit. An apt metaphor for how ignoring my orders all mission put so many lives at risk.

I can't quite explain what happened next, and I'm almost positive it'll sound crazy if I say it out loud... So for now I'll just say that once we arrived at the....source... of the disturbance, I made yet another foolish attempt to get my unruly crew not to rush headlong into a potentially hostile environment. This time, our Chief Medical Officer joined in the rebellion against me, following Officer Cleveland directly into the abandoned vessel and leaving me alone to devise a safer, more direct path to our objective.

[Several moments of silence, shuffling, edited down]

What I saw on that bridge...I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget. At any rate, once I'd made my way to the aft ladderway, I reconnected with my wayward crewmates and what I would later come to find out was the lone survivor of this..event. The ship was starting to come down around us. I don't....remember much else after that. I do know that we...we got out just in time.

Why does this keep happening to me? End log.




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Stardate: 73932.43

Personal Log, Sullivan Derringer. I'm...confused. I've done, just by myself, three hundred plus years of time traveling recently. I've dealt with earthquakes, translated an entirely new language, brokered peace between the peoples of Pacifica. So much has happened, and I'm still... drifting.

I'll try to keep this log short, since I'm running on fumes at this point. Johnny's finally pushed the one button I couldn't ignore. I don't even remember drawing my phaser. I don't think I would have used it, it just felt nice having in in my hand. I felt for a moment in control. Then of course I was shot.

There can be no doubt now that some lines have been drawn. The Captain and Johnny are hellbent it seems on accusing or embarrassing me until I crack under the pressure. At least I have the ladies in my corner. Tough to say where exactly Corky lands on all this.

I don't know what I will do now. But I'm sure whatever it is, I won't be resting easy any time soon. End Log.