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I must speak fast as we are currently being chased by Starfleet.  In my last entry I was cut off by a malfunction but I will go into more depth about what happened later.  This is an account of my crew on my small ship.  Whitney Frost is who we blame when we get lost,  Dr. Crew Baker takes care of us when we run out of luck, Kris Lee is in charge of gunning down those who we don't like--Can't this thing go any faster!  Johnny Steppa is our pilot and the one I leave in charge when I'm not around and Jules Moreau is who I call when our engine blows up.  Any other crew or passengers on board are temps I hired for the time being and should not be judged on anything--Dangit Johnny!  Can't you keep this piece of trash in the air!!  We're hit!  Everybody grab on to something!!

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I've finally made it back to the ship!  When we arrived at Starfleet HQ there wasn't anybody there...halls were empty...lights flickering...a silence so thick you couldn't breathe!  I sent my crew into four groups, all of us armed and ready...we explored the place top to bottom, me with Frost who's the newest one of us...slowly I lost contact with the others...we went in search but then we got separated from each other as well.  The halls move...it's like a maze with no end...I was attacked when I got close to the ship but I'm not sure what by...it was as if something invisible was suffocating me...all went dark for a moment and I'm still not sure how I escaped...now that I'm on the ship I don't know what to do...I c...leave...n...with...t my... (fades out to static)