Personal log
Lt. Malia Corter
Stardate 57771.5
My first official posting after leaving the Academy is not exactly what I was expecting. At first, I thought I had been assigned to Deep Space Nine, and I was excited. Imagine my surprise when the USS Nash dropped out of warp just outside the Thanatos system at the edge of the Alpha Quadrant. I re-read my posting order and I felt my heart sink. Deep Space D-Nine, not Deep Space Nine. God damn it.
In other words, I'm in the middle of nowhere.
Deep Space D-9 is an old Regula-class starbase, used to be a listening post during the Dominion War. Since then, it's been largely abandoned with only the barest of bones skeleton crews aboard.
You're looking at the brand new records officer of the hind end of space.
And here I thought I did well on my academy run. Wonder who I pissed off to end up out here.
Nevertheless, I've already reported in to my commanding officer, Robert Yeomsley. The commander's barely given me enough time to unpack before handing me my first assignment.
One day ago, the USS Asphodel, a Norway-class ship, was discovered adrift in space in the Thanatos system and was towed back here. The ship's been missing for about three years, and by the time it was found, it was an absolute wreck: severe structural damage, all systems out, and the crew of 150 were either dead or missing. God only knows what the hell the Asphodel ran into, but Commander Yeomsley wants me to find out.
The recovery team managed to recover some of the crews' personal logs. Now it's my job to go through them all and document what happened.
I swear to God, if someone just got piss drunk on Romulan ale and messed around with the warp core, I quit.
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