Ship's Log:     Lt. Commander J.P. Jones reporting.

Returning from shoreleave on Risa, I found the Valiant adrift in space and 
not answering my hails.  After interfacing with the ship's computer and 
ordering the shuttle bay doors open, I docked my shuttlecraft and discovered 
that the Valiant had been taken over by an unknown alien race.  At first I 
thought that the crew were dead, however it now appears that the aliens have 
performed some sort of DNA resequencing that has mutated them into 
human/alien hybrids.  I fear that they can never be restored to normal 
condition, and that death would be the most humane thing for them.

As the remaining senior officer aboard, I have ordered the computer to 
perform an emergency lock-out of all ship areas in hopes to contain some of 
the aliens.  All doors to critical areas will now open only with the correct 
access card.  I wish that I could simply order the ship to self-destruct, 
but since there are no concurring officers, I am afraid that I will have to 
attempt to regain control of the Valiant.

From the shuttle bay, I have fought my way to the transporter room.  
I had intended to transport directly to the bridge, however it appears that 
the aliens have set up some sort of dampening field there that is preventing 
me from beaming in, and now I am unable to disable the security lock-out.  
Fortunately, I still have transporter capability to the rest of the ship, 
although a level 1 diagnostic shows that one of the transporter pads is 
malfunctioning.

From here I will try to fight my way to my quarters to retrieve my plasma 
rifle, and then find the access key to the maintenance tunnels and work my 
way up to the bridge.  If I can regain control of the bridge, I can at least 
send out a distress signal, and maybe even lay in a course to the nearest 
starbase.

I realize that the odds of success are grim, but I have to try to keep 
the Valiant from falling into enemy hands.  If I face capture, I will kill 
myself before they can transform me into one of their crew.  This may be the 
final ship's log...may fortune favor me.

End log.
