Do Not Be Alarmed

[MisterSmith 0]

Chief Science Officer's Log

1Lt. Brian Smith, M.d.

Stardate 50701.11

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Brian Smith looked around. He was trapped. Even though 22nd century starships weren't very advanced, they sure knew how to build a brig. These ships were designed just after Earth's Third World War. They were a hostile species back then. Who knows what would happen to Brian, as he was now trapped on this unknown ship.

 

He looked around for any kinds of markings. Nothing. He tried to escape. Nothing. All hope, as he saw it, was lost.

 

"Hello", he called, "is anyone out there? I'm hungry." Smith knew that a chance to talk to someone might give him a glimpse into what he was dealing with.

 

Smith waited for a while, recieving no response. Then came the sign that he was not dealing with more than just the 22nd century ship. A small screen slid down outside of the brig, and the glass became un-frosted. On it was typed a message.

 

Do not be alarmed. You will be fed. Do not resist. Escape could be dangerous.

 

Brian knew that he was cought between a rock and a hard place. He could stay put, and wait for Reaent to rescue him, or he could attempt an escape and risk his life.

 

Without a phaser and a tricorder, he was rather stuck. If he was right about the ship, the federation technology on board would be able to monitor his communicator. He could leave it behind, but that would risk cutting off communications between himself and Reaent.

 

There was no other choice. He had to wait