ok heres one just in case it doesnt go through again



Personal Log Stardate 239905.08



     Sometimes I can't remember how long ago we crashed here on this unknown

 planet. The hours have become days, the days - weeks and the weeks -

months.

 I have completely lost track of time, but have no inclination to stop and

 and ask any of the remaining crew.

     We buried the dead in a profound silence, just east of where the

Galileo

 lies, still broken but not beyond repair. Luckily we still have one

engineer

 left and so what she knows, the rest of us will have to learn if we have

any

 hope of making it home. Not that all of us have a home to go to anyway.

     A tactical priority has been to establish if there is any native life

on

 this planet. As we surveyed it during landing there was none shown, however

 this information has proven to be invalid. I have been tracking for a few

 days, from afar, a group of three life forms. The climate of this northern

 hemisphere has been a key factor in supporting my mission away from the

 ship. It has also allowed me to ascertain the potential for life on this

 planet, should unforseen circumstances not allow us to repair the Galileo

 completely. CEO Dach has managed to restore main power and has been hard at

 work with the rest of the surviving crew, attempting to make modifications

 and general repairs, however I did not feel it necessary to discuss my

 findings with them. I believe that it would be unwise to introduce the crew

 to anymore unnecessary danger at the moment, even if it does leave me to

 pursue this task alone for the time being. I am following at a distance,

 therefore I am not putting myself at an elevated risk.

     The forest reminds me of the brief period I spent on Earth. At the age

 of ten, my father took me deep into  the forest and left me there. He hated

 the time that my mother spent with me and wanted to see her panic when she

 realised that I was out alone at night. Funnily enough, I was more at peace

 with the forest than at home on the various colonies and space stations,

where my mother would cry all day and my father would take me away,

 introducing me to every situation possible, so that I would be prepared for

 the day when I would have to survive alone.





 Cdt Atlanta Jade. USS Galileo, Chief TAC