Prologue
((My only warnings are I have a foul mouth, and therefore while my general themes are not generally spicy, my characters will sometimes say some NSFW language.)){Entry made by Captain Zeke Rawlin.}
Captain's Log; Stardate 1240.84. {Universal Translator determines the date to be Friday October 13, 2265 at 23:43 shipboard time.};
It has been one hell of a week. So I will get straight to the point. The McKenzie currently orbits an M-Class planet the locals call Rhy'Din. The largest hub is on a landmass near the northern hemisphere. This port city shares the name of Rhy'Din with this world and it straddles a river that runs off to the oceans. We are preparing an away team to investigate, as I have determined there would be no violation to General Order One if we proceed. We have detected a small amount of interstellar traffic coming and going from this world so it is clear that if this world has not developed this on their own, then cultural contamination of post-warp equivalence has already occurred before our arrival and therefore the matter is moot. Some of their means of propulsion is beyond our understanding, while others operate very similarly to conventional warp drive. Our initial but limited scans of the planet surface turn up contradictions. We detect very industrial and staggering sources of power, most of a nature our sensors cannot even explain. I will elaborate on why that is in a moment. Yet, the architecture appears to be generally medieval in nature and technological advancement.
The status of the McKenzie is grim. But things are improving. Forgive the crude bluntness of my statement, but when we arrived in this system we were bent over and fucked! You Daystrom shit-heads had absolutely no clue how the damn thing worked but you still crammed it into my ship. Usurped my own goddamned Chief Engineer for one of your civilian eggheads. I don't how the hell they talked Commodore Cartwright into it, but... No, that is not productive. I need to calm down. Computer, delete the last paragraph and resume... Actually computer, scratch that. I want these pricks to see it in the record later. But I will keep my composure... {An audible sigh is heard over the audio.}
I will briefly summarize before I just lay this all out. The experimental drive is obliterated. It's done for. And even if it weren't, the only god damn fool who -- no, I am sorry. I did not see eye to eye with Mister Stigler. But he was a person, and he was one of the lives that this debacle took. God rest their souls. Each and every one of them were under my care. He was the only one on this crew even capable of interfacing the mycelial network. So even if we knew where the hell we were -- I'll get to that in a second, by the way -- it got us here but it will not be getting us back. The feedback from the experimental drive also completely obliterated the dilithium crystals. We will need to replace them, or find an equivalent of some sort. So even warp drive is out right now. We are completely limited to sublight speeds and this solar system. The surge that took out our warp also just completely fried all but the most rudimentary of the MacKenzie's systems. It took the most of a week under zero power, working with portable oxygen. Datapads and books. Flashlights. Rationing MRE dinners. Every single mere, tiny, piece of data down to even the most miniscule gigaquad was fried right out of the ship's computer. With a reboot of our systems, we got the most rudimentary of operating systems up. But the database is gone. Star charts, the Federation database of planets, races, histories, all of it. The only information we have even retained is whatever the crew possessed on datapads and datachips that were stored on physical copies completely isolated from the computer. That and physical books, manuals. We have spent a week's time building up an operating system essentially from scratch in order to get ship's systems back to at least resembling what this ship was capable of. There are two moons that orbit the planet and we have been hiding behind the dark side of the largest of them, which conveniently also has the more leisurely orbit. It has been a haven while we effected what repairs we could. Which brings us to the sensors...
In short, we have no records whatsoever of power signatures of any type in our database, besides the ones we generate ourselves. And even those weren't in our fledgling, ad-hoc database until we scanned ourselves just so we could add that and have something to start with as a frame of reference. All we know is that whatever we are picking up down there is unlike anything we currently employ. My topmost priority lies in seeing of any of it is compatible with our warp drive. Of equal necessity is obtaining any and all star charts we can get a hold of. With our database wiped, we have no frame of reference in which to compare the constellations visible to our sensors and the naked eye. Where we are as it relates to the proximity of Federation space, we are utterly baffled. Shit, I couldn't even tell you if it's really today's stardate. Or whether we're in some other time, reality, or place... I will refuse to complicate things with those sorts of possibilities until we are forced to consider them. So I will continue on as though today is stardate 1240.84 until it is otherwise proven to me.
That's the short story, but how did this all happen? I will append the appropriate logs to the following list. I believe it all began with stardate 1000.77... {Universal Translator determines the reference to that date to be Sunday September 10, 2265 at 17:07 shipboard time.}
To continue...