Stardate 21211.11

Captain Ron P. Añejo, Commanding Officer U.B.S. Abandon

It's been a good year for the Abandon. The mission to Capricon was its usual success, we rocked DucKon again, winning best party.

Then all of Barfleet descended ("rendezvous" was the word the Commodore used) on the Chicago Cluster for the "mission to Chicon 7". There, we confirmed the fleet's reputation as the most slack-inducing ships in the galaxy. The locals were so grateful they named ours the best party of the gathering.

But after the mission I wasn't feeling quite myself. Seems I became a zombie, more literally than figuratively. But we set down for shore leave at WindyCon where we helped them cure their own zombie outbreak and found a cure for me in the process. Yet again, they seemed to think we threw the best party. All in a day's slack.

So as we are completing our first five year mission, we are looking ahead to more fun and frivolity in the coming year — Ginny, end log. And pour me a gorram drink.


Stardate 21106.19

Captain Ron P. Añejo, Commanding Officer U.B.S. Abandon

Since our successful mission at DucKon, the ship's computer has been insisting that I do one of these log entries. Now it's resorted to extortion — it's locked out the replicator, refusing to produce coffee or booze until I give in.

So, I suppose I'll start with how I first came aboard.

During the Unification War, I joined the Independents and served as a Combat Medic with the 57th Overlanders. To these folk, "Balls and Bayonets" was more than just a nickname. Then the war ended at Serenity Valley.

One day, some odd folks came into the bar I was looking to forget the war in. They were searching for something called "Inebrium" to fuel something called an Inebrium breach so they could get back to their part of the 'Verse. Well, I'd worked plenty with booze, sugar, and caffeine during the war — and after. Since that's what they were trying to combine, I went aboard their ship to lend a hand.

That's when I learned that "Earth-That-Was" still "is". It seems our little system of a dozen planets was a lost little lamb — far out of the way in a corner of the 'Verse. And if these folks hadn't slipped into their breach no one else would have ever found our little corner of the galaxy.

It seems this fella Bacardi and his crew had just "found" this fine ship not too long ago. They renamed it the Abandon, which was fitting since they did everything with abandon.

I started mixing alongside their Medical staff. And sure enough, we eventually struck Inebrium. They loaded it into their system, and we all decided to celebrate with the extra.

When I woke up, three weeks has passed. They had gone back through the breach, and "forgot" to leave me behind. We were in space they called the Chicago Cluster.

Since then, I've moved up the ranks doing what needs doing. When Captain Bacardi stepped aside to take special assignment to help the Party Marines rediscover their mojo, I was the last one to step back and ended up Captain.

So there, I've entered a log.

Computer, end log. And give me a gorram drink!


Stardate 20801.08

*tap* *tap* *tap*... Is this thing on.... Stardate, um.... 20801.08 Captain Ron "Eagle Eye" Bacardi, Commanding Officer UBS Abandon.

I can't believe it.... How stupid could they be to actually all beam over to the station and leave no one on board. Of course I'm not complaining. Maybe when I sober up, I'll remember to complain... but not now. Then again, it's been 7 months already... and we show no signs of sobering up. Of course that's making system upgrades and reprogramming go a bit slower than hoped. But hey... what can you do.

We're currently in a distant parking orbit around Barbase Columbus, while we bring our tactical systems into line with the rest of the fleet, and wipe out all references to the former USS Cerberus. Looks like we hit the jackpot when Cerberus came in for a visit. They came in understaffed, running mostly on automation, and desperately in need of the unique recreational facilities offered by the station. Who knew a Prometheus class ship would come in and everyone would beam over to the station at the same time, and not go back? The built in automation and extra EMH emitters are making our work just that much easier. If things continue at their current pace, we should be good to officially commission the ship.... well... soon.

Myself and my new crew beamed aboard the Cerberus about four months after the crew was last seen aboard and quickly managed to take over all the systems and move the ship out where prying eyes wouldn't see anything. The first order of business was a quick paint job and systems reprogramming to hide any obvious signs about the ship's past life. Of course, once that was done... we had to hold a little celebration, which has put all other work on hold.

With Commodore Erickson's permission we have renamed her UBS Abandon, since clearly she was just sitting there Abandoned and we just exercised salvage rights. I believe we've found a niche in the fleet, besides bringing casual behavior to the Chicago Cluster, looks like we're destined to become the fleet's Heavy Ordinance Vehicle. It's a dangerous job... but thank god we're too drunk to care.

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UBS Abandon   BCC 104
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