Liger's Hideout

  For the past several months my crew and I, deciding that for now it would be best to stick together, have been living in Amazonia, back on Earth.  While I'll admit, I'm mostly just keeping these records for my own personal amusement since Starfleet's no good anymore, I'll also have to admit that it's good to be back on my beloved river!  It's only been a couple of years since I was recruited by Starfleet and left my small business here, but after my long journey through space I'm not sure if it seems like a decade or a day!  Things are pretty much as they were, I still don't tan and my canoe still leaks, leaving me on my larger riverboat instead.  I'm beginning to wish I hadn't sold my ship-of-the-sea though.

  Frost doesn't seem to like it here, she's not used to navigating in the growing rainforest, she always get's lost, but Doc is amazed by how well the reforestation act of 2100 has worked!  Kris now gives guides through some of the more dangerous parts of the land--people seem to respect her knowledge of advanced weaponry, even though using them would be extremely illegal-- and Moreau has made a living on his own, fixing boats and ships and "customizing" them.

  Johnny went on a trip but he wouldn't tell us where, all I know is he's due back any day.  I hope he hasn't gone and done anything to draw attention to our hiding place, he hasn't yet gotten used to the idea of us being so-called criminals, even though we're not entirely sure what it is we've done yet, and neither have I for that matter.

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)

Tonight my crew and I have to travel to the Starfleet HQ where they will test us on our abilities to perform under extreme stress.  How they will put us under "extreme stress" they didn't say.  The message wasn't 100% clear on quite a few details, including why we need to be tested.  We'll see.

I am slowly getting over my strange illness.  We have concluded it to be the once thought extinct virus influenza B.  We scanned the passengers and found all of them to be carriers for it.  While I wasn't completely here most of the time, drugged to the point that it clouds my memories, Starfleet didn't seem to mind, when they found out, that we were housing strange people with extinct diseases, in fact, they seemed to find it outstanding that we discovered them!  They are now being tested on at Starfleet itself for possible advances in the medical sciences and all those big words which I cannot recite while on my medication.  It's supposed to help me sleep but all these time changes as we travel across the galaxy seem to be taking a larger toll on me than usual.  I blame the pills and think I'll skip tonight's dose.  Although since my daytime injection is now losing its effects, I should be getting some rest now.

A strange virus has found it's way onto the USS Reigning Star.  Similar to the common cold, its quickly taken over my life.  I've been mostly confined to the medical bay and am on high doses of various drugs.  We are not sure how I got infected in the first place but if my condition gets worse or if any of the crew become infected as well we may have to contact Starfleet about it.  We did pick up some passengers almost a week back, perhaps one of them got through the viral scanners.  If that's the case I am headed towards piles of paper work to go through, people will think my ship is either lacking in security or I am going around the law just to make a credit or two hauling passengers across the galaxy.

This is Captain Liger speaking of the USS Reigning Star.  As my first blog entry aboard this ship I thought I should state my purpose here.  The USS Reigning Star is a starship meant for no other reason than exploration, because of this I may have many strange encounters but perhaps just as many boring ones.  I can't guarantee entries every day, it may even be weeks before I am able to leave the action packed life of a starship deck and the captain's chair, but when I can I will try to keep record of what is going on, if only to please Star Fleet.  Captain Star out.