Having lots of fun playing Star Trek Adventures: Captain's log solo rpg :3. Sad that I lost the majority of one of the departments of my ship to an Orion pirate in this alternative reality dominated by the Romulans :( #StarTrek #StarTrekAdventure #Captain'sLog #TTRPG
March 19, 2025 at 2:17 PM
Having lots of fun playing Star Trek Adventures: Captain's log solo rpg :3. Sad that I lost the majority of one of the departments of my ship to an Orion pirate in this alternative reality dominated by the Romulans :( #StarTrek #StarTrekAdventure #Captain'sLog #TTRPG
#Captain’sLog Star Date 4415.9
Passed the edge of the Andorian Relay Network. Communications weaken, but morale remains strong. Lieutenant Voss introduced a ritual toast to “the unknown,” and somehow, it caught on.
Passed the edge of the Andorian Relay Network. Communications weaken, but morale remains strong. Lieutenant Voss introduced a ritual toast to “the unknown,” and somehow, it caught on.
November 17, 2025 at 11:13 PM
#Captain’sLog Star Date 4415.9
Passed the edge of the Andorian Relay Network. Communications weaken, but morale remains strong. Lieutenant Voss introduced a ritual toast to “the unknown,” and somehow, it caught on.
Passed the edge of the Andorian Relay Network. Communications weaken, but morale remains strong. Lieutenant Voss introduced a ritual toast to “the unknown,” and somehow, it caught on.
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4412.3
We left Earth’s orbit this morning. The crew hums with anticipation—our first deep-space mission beyond mapped territory. The stars ahead look like unopened letters waiting to be read.
We left Earth’s orbit this morning. The crew hums with anticipation—our first deep-space mission beyond mapped territory. The stars ahead look like unopened letters waiting to be read.
November 16, 2025 at 10:45 PM
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4412.3
We left Earth’s orbit this morning. The crew hums with anticipation—our first deep-space mission beyond mapped territory. The stars ahead look like unopened letters waiting to be read.
We left Earth’s orbit this morning. The crew hums with anticipation—our first deep-space mission beyond mapped territory. The stars ahead look like unopened letters waiting to be read.
#Captain’sLog Star Date 4420.4
Sensors picked up an energy signature identical to our own drives—yet no ship is nearby. We calibrated again. The signal persistently echoes our every move, like a mirror behind the void.
Sensors picked up an energy signature identical to our own drives—yet no ship is nearby. We calibrated again. The signal persistently echoes our every move, like a mirror behind the void.
November 18, 2025 at 11:14 PM
#Captain’sLog Star Date 4420.4
Sensors picked up an energy signature identical to our own drives—yet no ship is nearby. We calibrated again. The signal persistently echoes our every move, like a mirror behind the void.
Sensors picked up an energy signature identical to our own drives—yet no ship is nearby. We calibrated again. The signal persistently echoes our every move, like a mirror behind the void.
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#Captain’sLog - Star Date 4451.0
Gravity sensors registering faint oscillations beneath ship’s threshold. Crew reports fatigue. Medical bay notes 6% increase in irregular sleep patterns. Tracking anomaly for signs of environmental contamination.
Gravity sensors registering faint oscillations beneath ship’s threshold. Crew reports fatigue. Medical bay notes 6% increase in irregular sleep patterns. Tracking anomaly for signs of environmental contamination.
November 26, 2025 at 11:22 PM
#Captain’sLog - Star Date 4451.0
Gravity sensors registering faint oscillations beneath ship’s threshold. Crew reports fatigue. Medical bay notes 6% increase in irregular sleep patterns. Tracking anomaly for signs of environmental contamination.
Gravity sensors registering faint oscillations beneath ship’s threshold. Crew reports fatigue. Medical bay notes 6% increase in irregular sleep patterns. Tracking anomaly for signs of environmental contamination.
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4450.0
Stars unchanged. Systems reading stable. Crew insists we’ve escaped. Yet from the observation deck, there’s faint light on the edge of vision—another ship, distant, running the same trajectory, perfectly synchronized.
Stars unchanged. Systems reading stable. Crew insists we’ve escaped. Yet from the observation deck, there’s faint light on the edge of vision—another ship, distant, running the same trajectory, perfectly synchronized.
November 25, 2025 at 11:20 PM
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4450.0
Stars unchanged. Systems reading stable. Crew insists we’ve escaped. Yet from the observation deck, there’s faint light on the edge of vision—another ship, distant, running the same trajectory, perfectly synchronized.
Stars unchanged. Systems reading stable. Crew insists we’ve escaped. Yet from the observation deck, there’s faint light on the edge of vision—another ship, distant, running the same trajectory, perfectly synchronized.
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4444.4
We have intercepted our own distress call. Timestamp: five days in the future. It begs anyone listening not to turn back toward the mirror signal. Crew trembles at the playback.
We have intercepted our own distress call. Timestamp: five days in the future. It begs anyone listening not to turn back toward the mirror signal. Crew trembles at the playback.
November 24, 2025 at 11:20 PM
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4444.4
We have intercepted our own distress call. Timestamp: five days in the future. It begs anyone listening not to turn back toward the mirror signal. Crew trembles at the playback.
We have intercepted our own distress call. Timestamp: five days in the future. It begs anyone listening not to turn back toward the mirror signal. Crew trembles at the playback.
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4440.9
Course correction successful. Still, I keep feeling déjà vu, as if we’ve tried escaping before. Engineer Rall claims some systems reroute themselves overnight. We begin marking doors with time stamps.
Course correction successful. Still, I keep feeling déjà vu, as if we’ve tried escaping before. Engineer Rall claims some systems reroute themselves overnight. We begin marking doors with time stamps.
November 23, 2025 at 11:19 PM
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4440.9
Course correction successful. Still, I keep feeling déjà vu, as if we’ve tried escaping before. Engineer Rall claims some systems reroute themselves overnight. We begin marking doors with time stamps.
Course correction successful. Still, I keep feeling déjà vu, as if we’ve tried escaping before. Engineer Rall claims some systems reroute themselves overnight. We begin marking doors with time stamps.
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4436.5
An unexplained pulse breached our shields during withdrawal. Now, half of our navigation records are overwritten with symbols none of us recognize. They almost look like constellations rearranged.
An unexplained pulse breached our shields during withdrawal. Now, half of our navigation records are overwritten with symbols none of us recognize. They almost look like constellations rearranged.
November 22, 2025 at 11:18 PM
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4436.5
An unexplained pulse breached our shields during withdrawal. Now, half of our navigation records are overwritten with symbols none of us recognize. They almost look like constellations rearranged.
An unexplained pulse breached our shields during withdrawal. Now, half of our navigation records are overwritten with symbols none of us recognize. They almost look like constellations rearranged.
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4433.2
We approached the twin ship. Its airlocks responded with our code. Inside, we found terminals still active—each log signed by me, word for word. The crew is unnerved. I ordered an immediate retreat.
We approached the twin ship. Its airlocks responded with our code. Inside, we found terminals still active—each log signed by me, word for word. The crew is unnerved. I ordered an immediate retreat.
November 21, 2025 at 11:17 PM
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4433.2
We approached the twin ship. Its airlocks responded with our code. Inside, we found terminals still active—each log signed by me, word for word. The crew is unnerved. I ordered an immediate retreat.
We approached the twin ship. Its airlocks responded with our code. Inside, we found terminals still active—each log signed by me, word for word. The crew is unnerved. I ordered an immediate retreat.
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4428.7
We sighted it today—a vessel identical to ours, same markings, same damage on the hull from last week’s meteor pass. The ship transmits nothing but static. Every pattern matches our own logs.
We sighted it today—a vessel identical to ours, same markings, same damage on the hull from last week’s meteor pass. The ship transmits nothing but static. Every pattern matches our own logs.
November 20, 2025 at 11:16 PM
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4428.7
We sighted it today—a vessel identical to ours, same markings, same damage on the hull from last week’s meteor pass. The ship transmits nothing but static. Every pattern matches our own logs.
We sighted it today—a vessel identical to ours, same markings, same damage on the hull from last week’s meteor pass. The ship transmits nothing but static. Every pattern matches our own logs.
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4424.1
The shadow signal increased in strength. Engineering swears it’s a natural phenomenon, but navigation insists it mimics our course exactly. I’ve ordered continuous scans. Crew sleep cycles disrupted.
The shadow signal increased in strength. Engineering swears it’s a natural phenomenon, but navigation insists it mimics our course exactly. I’ve ordered continuous scans. Crew sleep cycles disrupted.
November 19, 2025 at 11:15 PM
#Captain’sLog: Star Date 4424.1
The shadow signal increased in strength. Engineering swears it’s a natural phenomenon, but navigation insists it mimics our course exactly. I’ve ordered continuous scans. Crew sleep cycles disrupted.
The shadow signal increased in strength. Engineering swears it’s a natural phenomenon, but navigation insists it mimics our course exactly. I’ve ordered continuous scans. Crew sleep cycles disrupted.