Captain's Log, Stardate: 86064.42

The Stargazer has been on assignment to Camus II conducting archaeological survey scans of the planet. We picked up signs of incredibly advanced technological signatures on the western continent, approximately 30 miles inland from the ocean.

We are sending down a research team to investigate further. I have ordered that comm channels remain open as records show a science team vanished on a survey mission 140 year ago. I intend to find out what happened.

...


Captain's log, supplemental:

"The comm line is destabilising rapidly, and we have been unable to recover the survey team. I have to make a difficult decision. Do I abandon the team I sent down? Or do I potentially risk the lives of my crew to mount a rescue mission? I cannot give such an order, nor can I leave any of my crew behind. I must pick the brains of my senior staff to find out...


End recording."

Amuro:"Computer, open a channel throughout the ship."
Computer: *bing bong*
Amuro:"All senior staff report to the ward room."
...In the ward room...
Amuro:" ...So there are the facts. Recommendations."
Zazhid:"Amuro, we should notify Starfleet of the situation immediately, and seek counsel from them"
Amuro:"Command have been kept apprised of every event of this assignment at my discretion. They are aware of the situation and expect me to abandon the survey team rather than risk any more lives. I refuse to let this planet take the lives of our people, and not let their families have any closure, damnit!"
1 of Pi: "Captain, perhaps we could send a small strike team to sweep the last known position of the survey team, perhaps we could track their location using old Earth tracking techniques."
Amuro:"That's a damn good idea, but risky. I could only allow such a mission to take place on a voluntary basis, under my direct command-"
Jelun:"Sir! Regulations prohibit the captain leading away missions. Surely yo-"
Amuro:"KEEP SCHTUM, Jelun! Never quote regs to me, let alone interrupt with such quotations. I know its a breach of protocol. But I have to know what the hell happened doon there. Besides, I couldn't ask anyone to do this if I wasn't willing tae dae it myself. Anyone got any better ideas?"
-silence fills the room-
Amuro: "I didn't think so. I am making a call for 4 volunteers to accompany me on this mission. Rise if you will answer the call."
*All 12 officers rise, Jelun appearing reluctant to do so*
Amuro:" 1, Tek, Supuk and Chixx, report to transporter room 1 in ten minutes, mission package November 7. Zazhid, you have the conn til we get back... Godspeed to us all."

First Officer's log, supplemental:

Amuro has launched a rescue mission to find our lost survey team, and possibly discover the fate of the science team from 140 years ago. I pray he is able to return safely, as this crew may not remain stable if we were to lose him. So many alpha personalities in such a confined space, yet somehow he's able to draw out the best in them, even when most would deem him mad for trying.
Jelun has been sulking in Sickbay since the meeting, apparently he's taken the frustration the captain was feeling as some sort of malicious attempt on his intellect.
I digress, it has been 20 hours since we beamed the rescue team down 100 metres from the last known position of the survey team.

-Zazhid, report to the bridge, we are receiving a hail from the surface-

End recording.

Zazhid: "On Screen."

-Viewscreen shows Amuro with the survey team, but the environment appears artificial.

Amuro: "I'm sending up encrypted data, decrypt it and you'll know what to do. Tires and pyres. Out"

Zazhid: "Six, I'm sending some data your way, use it to recalibrate the transporters, prepare to shunt all power to the engines, leave minimal power for life support, siphon power from the shuttles if you have to."

*internal* Why would the captain use code for turn and burn?

Six:"Six to bridge, engineering reports ready, transporters recalibrated, slipstream drive ready for your mark."
Zazhid:"Energise. Temerek, you have the conn. Jelun, send a medical team to meet me in Transporter room 3, we have potential incoming medical emergency."

Transporter room 3:

Crewmen Amada:"Boost confinement beam... almost there... got them. Phew."
Zazhid: "Amuro! Are you alright?"
Amuro: "Nae time fur pleasantries.*Smashes comm panel, triggering ship wide channel* blooter this ship oot ae here now!"

2 hours later, 20 lightyears from Camus II, in Sickbay...

Jelun: "...As far as I can tell, your DNA seems to be completely intact. You should be right as rain once the headache subsides, until then, take it easy, by Starfleet standards, not your own."

Amuro: "Heh. Sometimes I forget just how long we've all served together. How's everone else?"
Jelun: "A few broken bones, some bruises, and one upset stomach. Above average, given our track record."
Zazhid: "I'm due to give my final report to the admiral, is there anything else I should know?"

Amuro: "The culture down there call themselves the Za'ku, and they want to be left very much alone. Recommend leaving the warning buoys in place permanently, left a parting gift should they change their minds and want to get together sometime hehe-OW"

Zazhid heads to the bridge

Amuro: "Hey Jelun, I'm sorry about snapping your head off when you tried to stop me. I let my frustration release my temper. I shouldn't have."
Jelun: "Don't worry about it, you pulled my butt out of the fire on many an occaision, I repay it by patching you back up whenever you do something insane, besides, who else is gonna cook the burns supper tomorrow night."
Amuro: "25 January already, that makes a year of us all serving together. We're gonna have to do something special... got any ideas?"
Jelun: "I got it covered, and don't worry about the ship's log, I've made an entry citing Zazhid as acting captain for the next 48 hours, just to ensure you get your rest."

Amuro: "You can be a right sleekit wee git at times you know that, right?"

*Amuro and Jelun continue on for hours, until Amuro finally passes out from exhaustion*

Ship's Log: Stardate 86066.1

The Stargazer is returning to Deep Space Nine to cycle crew, the current crew will return to their previous vessel, the Epyon.

The assignment was a disaster, we made first contact with a highly advanced race, but they shun space travel, instead choosing to hide in vast underground structures. We have a glimmer of hope in that they accepted a parting gift from the captain in the form of a subspace communications device, and what the captain calls 'Haggis, neeps & tatties' I pray he hasn't sewn the seeds of war with such an unusual offering.

Acting captain Zazhid, signing off.