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May 8, 2012
CAPTAINíS LOG
Stardate 6506.9

Against all physical logic, my senior staff and I find ourselves seated at a sumptuous banquet out of old Earth lore, guests at the rock-hewn and tapestry-bedecked palace of a Rufus Ellerby IX, self described monarch of Rho Indi, its principalities and environs.

Communicators, phasers, tricorders: useless.

Iím going to cut to the chase here, and just assume Ellerbyís throne is the shield generator. See if that ó

ó ah, yes, heís pissed off now.

Spock! See if you can ...

OW!

Ellerby, you poor marksman. Whatís the idea?

Now Iím in a dungeon.

Ah, peachy.