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May 17, 2012
CAPTAINíS LOG
Stardate 7022.4

This crazy rock! Had Ellerby right where I wanted him, but he clicked his heels and beamed out. I lunged for the transporter beam, but: pfft. Ellerby, you poor marksman! Where are you?

So at least I have a working phaser. Thatís a start.

Dodged three more of those bickering fembots on my way back to the throne room, where Iíll bet Iíll find some answers.

Thereís the throne. Now to ó

Holy cats! Tomlinson!

Hang in there, son.

Christ, a sword? Hang in there. Itís gonna be...

ó Captain, I Ö

Stay with me, kid.

ó Candlestick Ö

BONES!

BONES!