How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it. - Marcus Aurelius
Captain's Personal Log: May 28, 2151
She's dead. God forgive me, but I didn't believe Malcolm when he told me about her obsession. I didn't believe anyone with a psychosis that bad could get through Star Fleet's screens. I didn't believe anything would come of it.
Thankfully, Malcolm and Trip did. They had been sharing Malcolm's cabin, sleeping on chairs ever since they found out she was trying to hack into the security system. Last night she broke into the cabin; Malcolm and Trip jumped her as she stood over the bunk. They tell me it was quite a fight. She gave no quarter; Trip says she was at the least trying to kill Malcolm, if not both of them. I can believe it from the bruises and broken bones they have.
Malcolm says he just wanted to subdue her, get her under control. But blocking her kick put him off balance; his hand hit her head, snapping it back instead of deflecting her arm. There will have to be an inquiry, of course, but the evidence is pretty damning: hacking into the system, breaking into his room, and with Trip witnessing the fight, as well as being a part of it, I don't foresee any problems. Not to mention the contents of the backpack she was carrying. That woman was seriously deranged. Trip and I didn't know what half that stuff was, but Malcolm seemed to recognize them.
I was finally able to get the whole story out of Malcolm; their entire past history and what was happening on board. I'm going to have him meet with a counselor when we get to the next star base, he needs to talk to someone and we just don't have anyone qualified. He didn't seem too happy about it, but keeping it inside won't help. He's too quiet to begin with; I don't want him brooding over what happened.
I just wish I had listened sooner.
All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. – Hamlet – William Shakespeare
