Author's note: I haven't written in a while so apologies in advance. I have not tried telling a story through journal entries before so please let me know what you think. Hopefully this is the first of several adventures for this crew.
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Lieutenant Evelyn Savea woke up groggy and sore, with no idea what happened. Squinting at the bright lights she looked around to figure out where she was. It looked like she was in an infirmary, and she was strapped down on a table, but the room looked different than the med bay on her ship. The equipment looks different too she thought with some concern. Testing the metal restraints around her wrists she was able to squirm a little but was unable to move more than that. Evelyn wiggled her toes and rotated her feet. At least my head and feet are free. A wave of dizziness hit her and she blacked out again.
USS Tientsin, orbiting Nimbus 3
"Captain's Log, Stardate 86046.21. LT Savea has been missing for forty-eight hours now. A week ago we were pulled off of a scheduled deployment to Kobali Prime because Intel believed there to be theron weapons in or around the Nimbus system. Since we had assisted with another weapons case in the past and were 'nearby' we got the job. I think the crew was relieved since the whole Vaduaar siege is a mess, but personally I was annoyed at being diverted. At least we got to keep a commando that transferred over the day before. Black market weapons assignments are usually high risk for the crew, although I suppose this is a new one. Savea disappeared off the street, in broad daylight, while coordinating the deployment of ships's crew for a show of force operation. The residents of the town there… I hesitate to call it Paradise like the sign says… but the residents of Paradise had been intimidated by a pirate gang for long enough that we were unable to get any information from anyone about anything. I was expecting my people to have more than a few bottles and bricks thrown at them, along with a few firefights with the pirates. I still have no idea how someone grabbed my officer and got her out of our perimeter, especially since she is the head of Tactical for the ship. And the pirates have been suspiciously quiet since then.
While I'm loathe to risk the crew in further confrontation I want my officer back! We stand a better chance of raiding their compound with the commando we were lent. I don't know what her story is, but if her service record is to be believed she was stuck in some of the worst fighting spots the Federation has seen in the past decade or so. Very quiet though, which creeps most of us out. It doesn't help that she looks like a giant walking burnt skeleton with thin wisps of black hair trailing behind her like smoke, and she has the density of thermocrete. Two of my crewmen went to the infirmary after breaking their hands sparring with her and she barely noticed their strikes. I have never met a species like her and her personnel file is no help, of course. Her species and home planet are 'classified', which I'm pretty sure means Intel doesn't know. Must be nice to classify what you don't know."