[The video turns on and Jack is seen, leaning in front of the camera with a lopsided smile that doesn't really reach his eyes at all. For those that know him, it's apparent that something's a little off, and for those that don't, it's still a bit odd. He sobers some, leaning forward]

Consider for a moment the reason that we're here. We haven't been given a reason, an explanation as to how or why. There's no apparent correlation between any of us. Save for those from the same world, and even still. We show up, we disappear, without rhyme or reason except maybe there is.

[He moves to rest his chin on his hand] Show of hands, boys and girls, how many of you out there should be dead right now? I'm not talking near scrapes or brushes, I mean stinking, festering, rotting in the ground six feet under while the worms and maggots get to you dead. [Pause]

I think you'll find that there's more of you like that then there should be. Whether you were offed by your friends or saving the world, whether it had purpose or not or whether in the end, your life never had any meaning at all... That's a whole lot of hands for this to be a coincidence.

[SMIRK] I'm just saying. And if that's the case, then what next. I mean. People disappear from this place all the time. Who's to say where they're going? Who's to say that they're going anywhere at all? Wonder what that means for you guys in particular, huh? I mean. Can't really go back home now, can you? You know exactly what's waiting for you there, and I can tell you now: The Dark is one hell of a cruel mistress.

[the video, as per usual, clicks on to one dapper James T. Kirk. this time he's clothed differently, in a green shirt complete with Starfleet insignia.]

Welcome aboard the Tranquility everyone. To everyone new, we've got a few things that might be relevant to your interests available for transfer.

[and at the bottom of everybody's communicator who might tune into this post blink to life two links:]

• MAP.jpg
  
• FAQ.txt

If you've got any other questions feel free to ask around. Name's Jim Kirk.

[then he sobers, takes a breath before he goes on. a bit of grimness makes it's way into his face; because this is a life or death situation and it makes it into his tone.]

I do have a favor to call on, though. I asked for volunteers about a month ago in regards to one of our passenger's dietary needs. Anyone still interested, please let me know.



( private to Cassie | encrypt 100% )



( private team filter: Spock, Re-l, Chase, Claudio, Watson (001 197), Holmes (001 198), Cassie, Natasha, Kasumi, Dean | encrypt 100% )



( private filter: Dean, Tommy, Tillman | encrypt 50% )



( private filter: WARD & RESNIK | hackable, unencrypted )

It's about time you two came out of the woodwork.

I don't know if you noticed, but you had a mutiny on your hands last month. Wanna share why you didn't step in?

Or better yet, what the hell is on this ship with us?

[Private//Unhackable to Jim Kirk]

I do believe we're supposed to meet for drinks. Unless you're too busy trying to save the ship. [A beat.] I'm just teasing. Besides, it's been a while.

[She supposed to be keeping tabs on him after all.]


[Private//Unhackable to Mason Lockwood.]

We should catch up sometime, yeah?


[Voice filters out of the way, Bela begins to address the ship instead.]

So, aside from the obvious desire to get off this ship, what would each of you wish for above anything else?

Consider me curious.