"Citizens of the Galaxy Alliance, I extend to you warmest greetings," Lishan Noryl says as his image appears on the viewer. He is seated behind a desk set just in front of a pair of windows that gives a striking view of the Bajoran countryside.

"Computer, begin recording"

The visual feed starts, showing the seated form of a Trill in his engineering uniform. Teral looks towards the little computer terminal doing the recording and starts

"Chief Engineer's personal log, stardate 74942.77."

"Computer, begin recording."

The screen opens up to see a Bajoran male with his hands behind his head and feet on his desk.

"Right then. Here we find ourselves knee-deep in the shit that the Borg have handed us. Last night was just something that we've never seen though. They were acting..."

Captain's Log, Stardate 74912.6.

I have been tasked with the unpleasant obligation of relieving my first officer, Commander Jason Reed-Maguire, after he ordered the use of an anti-proton cannon against the Borg. Though he had the best intentions of preserving the Alliance, the use of anti-proton weaponry has been made illegal. By his own admission, Commander Reed-Maguire willingly violated the provisions of the Treaty of Terran Recovery and the direct orders of Vice Admiral Lathrop and myself regarding the use of the APC against the Borg.

As the camera attached to the wall unit activates, it finds a middle aged Trill slumped in a chair with a glass of some beverage in his hand

"Chief Engineer's Personal Log, Stardate 74897.43"

There is a pause for a moment

The view focuses on a blonde Bajoran woman wearing a plain grey t-shirt. Her hand runs through her slightly muffled hair, trying to straighten it out a little.

"Personal log, stardate 74890.6. I actually slept better last night for the first time in what seems to be a month. The ship came out of drydock finally and we were resupplied by MSS. Now we're just waiting. Waiting, wondering, watching..."

Captain's Log, Stardate 74881.9.

Elections are being held for the next Chancellor of the Galaxy Alliance. Any citizen of the Galaxy Alliance over the age of majority is eligible to declare candidacy, but must file with the Galaxy Alliance Electoral Commission [OOC: @send to *gar] by December 1, 2396 [OOC: this Tuesday, June 30, 2009].

A debate for the candidates will be held in the former Alliance High Council Chambers on Earth, which anyone may attend. [OOC: This will be on Friday, July 3.] Questions for candidates may be submitted to the Commission [OOC: Again, @send *gar. State whether the question comes from your character or an NPC, and where the questioner is from.]

Votes will begin being collected on December 20th [OOC: You may begin voting at any point following the debate.], and the votes will be tallied and the winner announced on January 1, 2397.

A disembodied voice says, "Computer, begin recording."

With that command, the screen is filled with the image of Starr's face, covered in sweat, grime, and smeared patches of blood. His uniform jacket is unzipped, and his turtleneck is likewise unzipped to just below the collar bone, exposing just enough of his chest that a few strands of his chest hair are visible.

He speaks in a quiet and raspy tone, "Captain's personal log, Stardate 74848.47

"The last few weeks have been a complete whirlwind. Twice, we have tangled with the Borg, and twice we have survived."

Captain's Log, Supplemental.

After consulting with Vice Admiral Lathrop, the Chief of Starfleet Operations, USS Shutsugun has left the Alpha Lyncis System to rendezvous with USS Beverly Crusher, a McCoy-class hospital ship that has been dispatched to coordinate and organize the medical relief efforts in the wake of the catastrophic Borg attack on Ferasa. We will rendezvous with her at Spacedock and escort her back to the Alpha Lyncis System.