Commodore's Log 007

Posted on 28 Jul 2014 @ 2:27pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm

421 words; about a 2 minute read

Commodore's Log, Stardate 67253.1


*soft cooing in the background*


Well...it appears our tribble problem is getting worse by the minute. Less than three days ago, one of our junior crew members inadvertently left one of her pet tribbles unattended and the small creature was able to somehow escape from his cage and out into the ship. We were unfortunately not able to find it in time before it could make its way to the mess hall, and it has since spawned an entire army of companions. With access to food prevalent and such a high reproduction rate, I suppose it was only a matter of time...


*more cooing*


The situation on the ship is getting worse. Tribbles are now being found in large quantities in almost every area of the ship and they've managed to infiltrate our maintenance networks and compromise several secondary ship functions. We have suspended food service in the galley for the time being and gone to replicator-only rations, but I fear this is too little too late. Retrieval and quarantine efforts are in effect but seem to be doing little good. Simply put...we are running out of space on the ship to store them, and they are reproducing faster than we can find them.

Our CMO has several unorthodox ideas of how to quell their multiplication, and she has also worked with me privately in an attempt to harvest some of my pheromones to use in an attempt to...well, I am not sure. Something about increasing their desire to reproduce while suppressing their desire to feed. Without one, the other is not possible. Or so the theory goes...


*louder cooing while Lirha reaches down to her lap and picks up a very large cat-sized tribble to hold up in front of the screen*


In the meantime, I have found this fine tribble and adopted it. I do not think I have ever seen a larger one, and he appeared in my quarters yesterday. He...she...seems to like me and slowly follows me around in my room. I have named it 'Gilgamesh' after the legendary ancient Earth Sumerian king. I feel it is safer with me in my quarters than in a storage bin in the cargo bay, and perhaps Commander Warraquim can later use him as a prime specimen for pheromone trials.

I will report more information about our progress as soon as we have something tangible to work off of.

Computer, end log.

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