ataraxion | captain's log | oo1

[Jim's in engineering, you can see the room behind where he sits. he looks a little tired, but his eyes are as bright as ever as he looks into the camera.]

Hey all, Kirk here.

We've been up here for about a week, ship's time, which probably seems like forever and no time at all for most of you. Trust me when I say that probably won't change much. I know a lot of you are still panicking, but we need to keep in mind that the only way we're going to get out of this situation safely is by staying calm.

Anyone still adjusting to their human body should remember to stop by medical. A week is more than long enough to mess yourself up, even if you know what you're doing. [his tone says, trust me, i've been there.]

If the internal clock is anything to go by, we'll arrive at Tansei Station in about 12 days. I know we don't have much with us, but if you're thinking you need something, you might want to consider what you can barter when we get there. There's no telling when our next chance at shore leave will happen again.

[here, Jim glances away, keying something in, and anyone who expressed interest to Resnik and Ward in their broadcast concerning data collection will get a ping before he goes on.]

> open broadcast > attn $data collection team/$resnik/$ward

I've managed to get the chronometer back online, but she won't give me anything outside of a 24 hour count. [so no stardates or the equivalent thereof.] I've been trying to pull up a map of this place for the passed 78 hours but it's like the damn thing never existed in the first place. I'm starting to wonder if a blueprint was even put in the databanks.

> to: $spock | text | encryption 100%

Spock, status report. How's that list of personnel coming?

> to: $scienceAteam | text | encryption 100%

Hey guys, anyone have updates on that theory we had going?
Or an idea of how to get some private communication set up? I don't know about you, but I'm starting to doubt how safe these encryptions are if the computer system is smiling at our resident technopaths.

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Told you?

[ Hotspur shifts a little closer to the video feed, at once both suddenly delighted and confused. ]

How so?

Not literally.

[he says it to alleviate confusion- he's no technopath.]

These systems aren't that foreign to me, it was just a matter of getting passed the initial protocols to unlock the internal chronometer.

[which he makes sound easy, and it is, except for the fact that the system fought him the whole way.]

Oh. Right, I get you.

[ Hotspur hides his disappointment well, but he was always rather taken with the idea of sentient spacecraft. Most pilots were. ]

Didn't manage to unearth any flight logs on the way, did you?

[sorry bro. if she's alive, she isn't talking. he shakes his head, and he doesn't hide his disappointment.]

Only the course plotted out for Tansei.

Should've guessed as much. [ another rueful shrug, but he notes the disappointment on Kirk's face. ] You're military, yeah? Have you been on many ships like the Tranq before?

The ships I'm used to are on a much smaller scale than this.

Not exactly difficult, I reckon.

[ a pause, then he sits a little straighter in his chair before continuing: ]

Southey, Max Southey. Flight Lieutenant from the Asgardreid.

[Jim's mouth quirks and he nods, resisting the urge to At ease, Lieutenant]

James T. Kirk, Captain of the Enterprise.

How's this ship measure up to what you know, Southey?

[ there's the slightest moment of surprise that registers on Hotspur's face as Kirk declares himself a captain - he looked so damn young that for a moment Hotspur almost forgets himself. But he masterfully reigns in his surprise and gives the younger man a deferential nod. ]

Please, call me Hotspur. Sir.

[ The question gives him pause for thought as he casts a guarded glance at his surroundings - currently a quiet alcove in the first passenger deck hallway. ] Where I'm from we had an entire exodus fleet but none of the ships were ever individually on a scale with the Tranquillity. Not going to lie, I prefer warships. Frigates and the like. Less of all this - [ he gestures at the epic, empty corridor around him ] - desertedness. I swear, the inside of this ship is just as empty as the space outside it... And it doesn't sit right with me, you know? Give me a busy hanger deck over this any day.

[if Jim notices, he doesn't make comment. he knows damn well he's the youngest Starfleet captain since- well, ever. he also knows half the reason he got Enterprise was because there simply was nobody else. that, and saving the galaxy was nothing to shake a stick at.]

Yeah, Tranquility's something else. I imagine it would be more impressive if it was full capacity.

[and he pauses; because if what the crew says is true, it was full before they got here.]

You aren't the only one getting the creeps, though. This place is like a ghost ship.

Ghost ship. [ Hotspur echoes his words with a trace of a nervous smile on his lips. ] You're damn right. But what the hell that would make us I don't want to know.

Unexpected guests? [he grins, because like hell is he going to agree with the idea that they're dead.]

[ Hotspur returns the grin with a quieter one of his own. ] Like I said, sir: not sure I want to know.

I really don't blame you.

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