CMO's Log

Fucking Pike disappeared and now Spock is gone after him and we're goddamn dead in the water. There's more to it than that but, hell, those are the important facts of the matter.

Sulu's in Bed 3 - looks like Spock rigged the chair, the whole shitting ship in fact, not to respond to commands. The burns'll heal but all that wasted effort is burning Sulu up right now.

Though, to be fair, that's also the fever that's set in. I'm not sure I'll treat it yet. The way he moans kind of spruces up the place.

CMO's Log - Personal

I'd never admit it where others can hear - hell, I'm unhappy enough about recording it here - but Spock haring after Pike has fucked us. The ship is.... I don't even know how to describe what the ship is doing.

It's changing.

If you sit in a quiet room, you can hear it. The pulse of the engines is lower pitched now, a little bit faster. Almost like a human heart beat.

It's the creepiest fucking thing.

Sulu killed six members of security to get to the bridge, to take over the chair, and the minute he sat in it - it was like the goddammed thing came to life. He gave the order to warp out and before the words were done, he was screaming. Some sort of electrical short, Alexanders thought, but that was before he tried to sit in the chair and was treated to the same thing.

It's unnatural.

Kirk's still down in the brig - my medical override won't even lower the barrier that Spock set up. So he's starving to death a minute at a time. I went down there this morning to watch. Not so mighty and high now, that one. It was breathtaking.

I'd calculate the odds of the rest of us sharing a similar fate, drifting through space in this tin can that won't respond to our directions, but the calculator has fucked off in pursuit of the captain. If that one comes back, I've got a special treat planned for myself. Just a hello, a welcome home. A nice little cocktail the next time Spock needs a hypo.

Fucking asshole.