Event of the Year 2020

Des-perate We Go! (Arrived)



  • Jan. 23, 2020, 4:30 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97660.66 We Have Arrived
  • Jan. 22, 2020, 8:31 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97659.75 It has taken many solar rotations, but we are on our final transport towards Vulencia. We've survived many different vehicles and many different systems, but now we make our way through the Spanish nebula. For all intents and purposes, until around 5:30am European earth time, consider us... ASLEEP
  • Jan. 22, 2020, 5:59 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97656.7 We have arrived on the jungle planet of San Sebastian. Currently getting good before we set off for Vulencia. Morale is high
  • Jan. 22, 2020, 1:52 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97658.93 We are on a Blablabus carrier-class ship heading towards the Vulcan port planet of San Sebastian. We have purchased (sadly) travel from Saint Seb to the final destination of Vulencia, which should get us there in good time to sleep, drink and celebrate
  • Jan. 22, 2020, 12:36 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97658.85 We have booked a local Uber starship to Gare de Pessac in Bordeaux. From there we will secure travel out of the Klingon-held zones and into Vulcan (in other words, friendlier) space. The crew have been battered, bruised and braved the worst climates that deep space has to offer, but we're still going strong. Morale is high
  • Jan. 22, 2020, 10:55 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97658.66 We are currently sitting at a service just outside of Bordeaux, hoping to travel south to either the Spanish nebula or the planet of Toulouse. Music is blasting and spirits are high as we look for someone willing to take us
  • Jan. 22, 2020, 6:47 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97658.19 After spending a long and cold night on the outskirts of the A10, we have finally managed to procure a lift to Bordeaux. Today, no matter what, we make for Vulencia, right now it's just a question of when AWAKE
  • Jan. 21, 2020, 9:41 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97657.14 We are currently at a 24hr station on the A10 just south of Tours, not had much luck with a pickup unfortunately so we're just gonna sleep here in turns and keep our eyes peeled in case our saviour comes for us. See you all in the morning SLEEP
  • Jan. 21, 2020, 5:57 p.m. - The h-word was accidental, everything is great. Sorry
  • Jan. 21, 2020, 5:55 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97656.72 After aimlessly wandering the wastes of Tours, we intercepted a message from Vulencia which detailed how best to escape the cold (shoutout to Admiral McLion for the help). We are now making our way to a servicing station on the A1 space highway next to Sainte-Catherine-de-Fierbois, where we hope to gain passage South (if such a thing could even exist in space)
  • Jan. 21, 2020, 2:37 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97656.34 We are now making our way to St Pierre des Cours, a small station where we will be able to catch a ride to the great Bordeaux planet
  • Jan. 21, 2020, 2:07 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97656.29 We are currently in the train station on the planet Angers. In roughly 30mins we will attempt transport to the matropolitan planet of Bordeaux via St Pierre des Cours space port. Will update when transport is confirmed
  • Jan. 21, 2020, 10:56 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97655.91 After spending a few hours on the planet Chateau-Gontier, we have found a lovely woman who is taking us to Angers. While she doesn't speak any English (that we know of) we're getting by with my impeccable (more or less) knowledge of the Clingon language. Her ship registry is Tw-777-dz
  • Jan. 21, 2020, 7:18 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97655.47 Another evening passed, another dawn. The twin suns (turns out there's two of them) of Vire have risen and so we must start our journey deep into Clingon territory as we aim for the Vulcan homeworld of Vulencia Flying in the same craft as previous we make our way south towards the strange, maze-like planet of Laval. We are AWAKE
  • Jan. 20, 2020, 11:07 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97654.57 Our incredible Clingon navigators have helped us settle in, given us shelter (and tea!) and have generally been incredible hosts. Very un-Clingon like for the France system. Still on the small planet Vire as we rest, recuperate and regain our strength before we set off bright and early when the sun (or suns, haven't checked yet) rise(s). SLEEP
  • Jan. 20, 2020, 8:51 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97654.31 After a very long journey, we have arrived at the planet of Caen. Despite being past the neutral zone we have met some friendly Clingons (I know right) They will take us to their home planet of Vire, allowing us to rest there for the evening. There's is a simple, cruiser-class vehicle but their house (from the photos at least) is anything but. Looking forward to a free night sleep, will update when we reach the house to sleep. All is well with Starfleet Away Team 50
  • Jan. 20, 2020, 2:37 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97653.48 It seemed impossible, but we've done it. Free travel (paid for by some very generous donations) across the neutral zone to the Clingon scouting planet of Caen. From there, we must tread carefully, as we will no longer be in friendly territory. None of us are fluent in Vulcan or Clingon so we will just have to use our natural charm to get through the France system and into the Spanish nebula.
  • Jan. 20, 2020, 12:24 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97653.24 We've arrived at planet Portsmouth, the nearest planet to the neutral zone. Having some lunch before we set off for the port itself... to boldly go where no one (ignoring the few teams that have) has gone before
  • Jan. 20, 2020, 9:39 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97652.93 We navigated the underground network of tunnels beneath the planet before making our way to the space port of Waterloo. From there we have managed to convince the security team to allow us transport (for free) to the edge of the neutral zone: a small planet called Portsmouth
  • Jan. 20, 2020, 8:09 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97652.76 We have awoken from our slumbers, and are now going to attempt to make our way from the hub city of Kings Cross to the Waterloo wastelands, from which will be attempting to persuade the locals to take us to the neighbouring planet of Portsmouth AWAKE
  • Jan. 19, 2020, 11:42 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97651.79 Having now regained my communication abilities, I am pleased to announce that our merry bunch have survived the harshest of climates, the most desolate of locations and (quite possibly) the oddest of species, but we have made it to shelter. Tonight we sleep, for at dawn, we sail! SLEEP
  • Jan. 19, 2020, 9:55 p.m. - Commander's Log Stardate 97651.58 With the sad demise of captain Brown's communications device, it falls to me to relay our current position. We are currently on a train-class starship towards Kings Cross, one of the main hubs of the planet London. From there we will seek shelter for the night, and begin our voyage anew come first light
  • Jan. 19, 2020, 8:24 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97651.41 We're still currently aboard the goliath class (which I've decided to name it) starship, almost at our destination of the Stansted space port. From there we aim to catch a fast train-class spacecraft towards the planet London itself The journey is beginning to take its toll on all of us, and we're feeling the evening hours catching up to us. After this final voyage it'll likely be time to call it until the morning, we shall wait and see
  • Jan. 19, 2020, 4:47 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97650.99 After surviving the wastes of Newcastle and Washington, we have managed to procure an even larger ship than the dreadnought class. I don't think there is a classification for this type of vehicle in Starfleet, it is incredible to behold. We're accompanied by a group of strange alien creatures who are calling themselves "team 48". They don't seem to mean us any harm as we make our way down the A1 stellar highway towards the metropolitan planet of London. Morale is high with the crew.
  • Jan. 19, 2020, 1:55 p.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97650.68 While exploring the planet Newcastle we found no sign of intelligent life. A nearby settlement known as Gateshead on the outskirts seemed to reveal the best option for escaping, that being another Space-McDonald's and an attached refuelling station. Currently scoping out the area to see if there if any truth to those claims. Soon, we will escape this planet
  • Jan. 19, 2020, 9:56 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97650.21 A large federation cruiser, dreadnought class, has picked the three of us, along with two other Starfleet away teams, out of Berwick. We're powering through space at light speed as we make our way to the desolate planet of "Newcastle"
  • Jan. 19, 2020, 9:02 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97650.12 Due to the incredible generosity of a Starfleet General Lee's excellent flying ability, we have landed in a Space-McDonald's in the even more remote planet of Berwick-upon-Tweed. Having crossed out of the Scottish border, we're taking a short rest before we set out again
  • Jan. 19, 2020, 8:05 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97650 We have been picked up by a large, cruiser-class spacecraft, heading South on Sir Harry Lauder road We also are in the company of a fellow federation crew, who were also abandoned on this remote planet. They go by 'team 66'. Morale is high as we navigate the long road ahead
  • Jan. 19, 2020, 6:40 a.m. - Captain's Log Stardate 97649.85 First Officer Pringle, Commander Sharp and myself seem to have been marooned on a nearby planet known as "Edinburgh" Currently scouring the planet's many narrow pathways in the hopes of locating civilization