Mission Atlantis

It has come to my attention that my ability to make decisions has been compromised. Therefore, I have a query for those who have served on this ship for an extended period of time: where do you turn when your own internal logic fails you? I am aware this issue is likely to resolve itself in time. That is unacceptable. I have a responsibility to my work and my colleagues in this moment.

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OCE — Can't make up their mind today. In fact it is so bad they can't even figure out who to ask to help them!

That was the strangest thing. I saw someone this afternoon when I was on Level Four and I had a weird feeling. It's been a while since I've had a feeling like that but then it was gone and I can't remember who or what I saw.

Maybe I'm just overtired from the holidays.

It seems very strange to call this a ship when there are no sails and no water. But I heard tell that there's some people I might know here. Stede? Ed?

Name's Jim.

Well this certainly isn't the Enterprise. I must have taken one hell of a wrong turn.

I'm Montgomery Scott, lieutenant junior grade. Anyone out there have any idea what's happened?

This isn't the first time I've been pulled on another ship against my will.

However, this is the first I've been pull on another ship against my will in another dimension. Or at least, a dimension that I don't know.

Who wants to get drunk with me?