Soo many Ideas... and Plans... and Fails.

09/14/2016

Captains log, USS Kaput. Star date 0914162124: I hailed the USS Christopher at 1800 for my 2nd LT. He was violently ill and covered me, the couch, my pants, the dog, and himself. No matter how well our outing went the second we returned my crew collapsed. They rolled down hill at exponential rates. The sippy is too full, or not full enough. All 2nd LT did was cry. Through the entire plan. His eye lids would finally droop and I would dream of a shower to rinse the baby goo. Then his little eyes

09/14/2016

Captains log USS Energetic. Star date 0914160820: We have loaded in to the smaller vessel, complete with two-person pod for me to strap my lieutenants in should they lose their minds. I have packed emergency pocky and more liquid nourishment than I care to admit. The weather on this planet does not look promising. We drugged the guard to ensure an uneventful return to the mothership. 2nd LT knows something is going on and massively pooped in preparation. 1LT must wear her sunglasses even though

09/13/2016

Captains log, USS trepidation. Star date 0913162106: I am pleased to announce a successful endeavor. No tears were shed, no one was forgotten and no one questioned the Captain. The USS Christopher was standing by should we need medical assistance, but alas it was not called upon. Perhaps my lieutenants sensed my apprehension over tomorrows excursion and took pity on the evening. I even exercised the very loud defender of doors and calmly plot the safest course for tomorrow.