So, Preston's gone. I'm almost startin' to wonder if the Admiral's tryin' to say something by now. [Deleted about thirty seconds later.]

... If anyone needs me, I'll be in the engine room for a couple hours.

[The entry starts off as audio, and throughout this portion of the presentation, there's a soft kind of gurgling, clicking noise, which sort of sounds like something that could be out of a Jurassic Park film. Trip is mostly ignoring it, although those with particularly sharp ears can tell he's pacing around his room a little.]

About a year ago back home, maybe a little more now that I've been here for a couple months, we were chasin' after this hostile alien species across the Delphic Expanse, and while we were headin' towards Azati Prime - which is, for everyone who's not familiar with space outside of our solar system - a Red Dwarf Star, we found one of their ships crashed on a planet. Before they'd crashed, they'd diverted all their power to this hatchery on board. Apparently they took their eggs with them on their ships, and when our captain touched one of them, it squirted him with somethin'.

The eggs had some kinda... defense mechanism programmed in, that made him think the only thing that mattered was protectin' the eggs. The mission we were on, Enterprise, the safety of Earth, none of that mattered to him because the neurotoxin he'd been hit with made him imprint on them, and I think somethin' like that happened to me durin' port.

Kay and I were in this marketplace, and I guess I musta found this egg.

[Pause, more gurgling and clicking.] Hey, cut it out, that's not yours-

[Another pause, and he switches on the video. The source of the clicking/gurgling/Velociraptior noises is, in fact, a small creature that looks sort of like a dragon. It's about the size of the average kitten, and has tiny folding wings along its back. It's currently sitting on Trip's desk happily chewing at the shoelaces of his sneakers.]

Well, anyway, it hatched. Anyone actually know what this thing is? Or... what to feed it? I think I'm alright now, whatever crazy, single minded focus I had goin' with it's gone now, but I guess if someone in the infirmary wouldn't mind doin' some scans to make sure I'm not... psychically linked to it or somethin', I'd sure appreciate it.

Give me that - [And Trip shuts off the camera as he goes to retrieve his sneaker from his new fake dragon lizard thing.]

[Private to Preston]

How're you doing? Wanna take this thing up to the CES for a little while with me?

Kinda nice to have some quiet, apart from that flood. Of course, now that I've said it, there's gonna be some catastrophe and everyone'll start pointing fingers about me jinxing it, but still. Gotta admit, it's nice.

For any of the new people, my name's Commander Charles Tucker the Third, but everyone calls me Trip. I'm the Chief Engineer on board the starship Enterprise - not Jim's, the NX-01, the original one - and here I'm a warden and the head of maintenance and repair.

Anyone up for another movie night sometime this week? I'm kinda in the mood for somethin' like a thriller, but I can probably be talked out of it if that's not what everyone else's in the mood for.

[Private to Preston]

John Preston? Trip Tucker. We should probably talk.

[Private to T'Pol]

Four inmates in five months. Must be some kinda record. How're you doin'?

[Private to Kay]

I've got a couple questions for you, if you're not busy.

[Private to Jim]

I've got a couple ideas for the new lock.