Prologue: It is customary to consider your transfer aboard a new vessel to be a source of great pride. On the USS Grail, for many of us, it means that we get a new headstart in life. For others, it just means punishment for something they did, or refused to. For the rest, it only means that we are to be sent into our deaths.

Stardate: 47301.11 During a seniors officers' staff meeting, Ensign John Parker has been appointed as Assistant Chief of Operations. He has also been promoted to the rank of Lt. (jg). Furthermore, he has also been named as Head of Damage Control operations onboard this vessel. We'll just have to see how he develops during a real life combat, but according from what can be understood from his bio file, he might just prove to be good enough for the job. The rest of OPS crew has also been appointed during this meeting, as well as shift rotations has been coordinated.

Stardate: 47307.17 After chasing for several hours some thoron emissions being detected onboard the ship, my team and I were completely fooled by, a saboteur who used a mouse with a thoron emitter attached to it's back in order to decoy us. We have been trailed off target, and the ship has suddenly gone into red alert. We have also been transported into the borders of the Alpha and Beta quadrants, by an unknown force or entity, so we are now completely off -target and things are officially out of hand.

Stardate 47307.18 After less than enough hours to sleep, we found ourselves in a battle situation. The USS Indiana came under attack by romulan forces, and we where called upon to save her. This challenge proved our crew to be prepared for anything that the unknown might throw at us. I'm specially proud of myself, as me and Kahtor, single-handedly retook the bridge of the Indiana with the aid of a stuffed dummy. Castle's security guys also measured up by eliminating all romulan traces from the Indiana, and afterwards retaking the bridge of the saucer section which had been taken by the rommies. The marines also did fine, specially in the taking of the romulan cloaking device. Such a great prize, at such a great price. We took some casualties, but we learn that some must be done if the whole is to return safely to the alpha quadrant. On a side note, there seems that the rommies left us with a little biological surprise which, we are yet to understand how much it will affect us all.

Stardate 47307.29 It's been 10 days of the ship being under the General Quarters Order due to a viral contamination because of the Romulan's use of a genetically created virus, known as the K'Pla. The only known cure to it resides on the planet none as Kerestia, which to where we are travelling right now at high warp. We are forced to cross a place in space known as the Great Brightness, consisting of a cluster of 10 stars, so close together that they create an incredible amount of gravimetric forces in it's vicinity, making it impossible to go through it without tearing any ship to pieces. However, if we try to circumnavigate it, the time it will take us to reach Kerestia will mean the death of at least 50% of our crew, including my person, and that is something that we obviously can't afford to happen.

Stardate 47307.31 Success!!! The combined efforts of DeMontigny and Donucci made as get past the Great Brightness, and we have now reached the kerestian star system. As predicted, we are not able to form a warp field bubble, and we are not capable of sustaining warp speed, for an unknown period of time. I will be personally leading the away team mission into the planet. Our goal is clear. Find the ones called Lords and establish formal relations with them. Once that is achieved, find amongst their people healthy and willingly test subjects to find a cure to this disease. Failure to achieve formal contact with the lords will force us to take stronger measures, and secure a cure anyway we can, however, this should only be done if no other resource is available.

Stardate 47308.03 If the Great Brightness was supposed to be a challenge, the last 3 days where the test of fire for the Grail. Upon starting this mission, we had to face the Romulans (again), and not only that, but also we where under attack by the Borg. Ultimately we were able to destroy the Borg vessel and now we have 32 borgs in custody, hopefully ready for experimentation. The romulan vessel has crashed down, and we are conducting salvage operations before we completely destroy it. On the surface, the Lords' deceived the away team, and pitted Castle, Tzavaras, Firespray and Charr on a battle in the local arena, in which they had to fight for their lives. In the mean time, I contacted a race known as the Kersuls. These individuals, a cross between Kerestians and the Skrulls, have a complete underground civilization. It is my personal belief that this new race shall lead Kerestia into a new golden age, and they will become the future of Kerestia. And now that we have taken as a prisoner Lore, one of Soong's androids, that future can truly be a reality. As you may see, life on board the Grail can never be anything less than exciting. I'm awaiting the next staff meeting to be held later today, which will decide what will happen to the Grail next.

Stardate 47308.13 They completely fooled us! The Maxim, a race of telepathic beings, supposedly a bunch of healers turned out to be a bunch of crazy psychotics. They decided that our people needed to undergo mind treatments, but all they really wanted was to use our bodies us fighting machines for them. It was fortunate that we had several crates of objects made from a rare mineral called, kerestrum. It's some kind of telepathic nullifier. Using it, we were able to finally escape their mental illusions and escape from their planetoid. I however, was one of the few who was shielded from their mental control. At such time, I was able to grasp control of the computer and lockout it's commands. The Maxim's mental attack was beyond anything I have ever experienced in my life. Even now, several days after the incident, I can still feel the echo from their attacks in my head. I'm also having trouble concentrating as of lately. I dunno if it's related to this or…

Stardate: 47308.16 I quit. I can't stand this no more. I have no support. No cooperation. What? What are you saying? No shit. I'm talking to myself again. I'm leaving the post vacant. I guess someone will take it. Who? Morliana? Countreau? Who cares. I care. I'm not making sense at all. What is that? Oh yes. There's been a murder onboard. I'm putting Primm in charge and with full faculties. I'm also. Although I'm not sure. What's going on with my head??? How do you turn this off? Computer, end this shit.

Stardate: 47310.01 It's been such a long time since I recorded a personal log. But too many things have happened that are worth recording. The Maxim were responsible for my odd behavior, which was expressed in my previous log entry. Somehow they managed to neutralize my neural implants and destroy my mental defenses, after which they started to manipulate me. I guess my own mind tried to fight them and that's why I almost lost it. Everything seems to indicate I am fine now. The current situation is somewhat bizarre. We somehow traveled to another dimension in which we are trapped now, as we were trying to destroy the Maxim being known as Chulthu, the Zira tricked us into releasing her and she brought us here. In here, space is red, and has substance, almost like if we were submerged in gelatine. Our ship also has now the curse, or blessing depending on your point of view, that at least 65% of all the woman onboard are pregnant. Most of them are carrying Epic Terrakian's clones inside, although there are some that are not. That is my case, as one of the marines, Sin Ackland is carrying my child. It's a tense and difficult situation, since she is deaf, and she is a pure killer. She doesn't want to have it, but I have somewhat convinced her to do so. I dread how that would evolve in the future.

Stardate: 47410.03 We finally exited the red dimension and we are back in normal space. However, a full year has passed by as time seems to move different in other dimensions. I've met a woman, T'Ben. We melded together and went into the computer core to destroy an alien entity who had lodged itself in there. It has been the most demanding, most difficult thing I had ever done in my life. The stress of it was unbelievable, but in the end, I was able to trick the alien, and launch a computer counter program which was able to neutralize and destroy it. After this almost unbelievable experience, in part due to the meld, T'ben and I are in love with each other. It's very rare, and nothing like I ever felt before, but we are striving to make things work. We are one.

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