And now, the continuation . . .
Captain's Log, Stardate four seven nine oh six point three. I have been stranded. After a routine mission analyzing a globular cluster in the Caldora sector, I decided to give my crew a day to relax and catch up on some much needed R&R. I took the opportunity to try out a new Holodeck program I found recently, recreating the late-twentieth century phenomenon known as "Battlebots." However, the Holodeck malfunctioned, causing my ship, the U.S.S. Bozeman, to be overwhelmed with killer robots. My chief engineer decided to, rather cleverly, solve the problem using the ship's transporter, to beam me out of the dangerous area of the ship. However, since we were so close to the R-415 Globular Cluster, excess epsilon radiation overwhelmed our tertiary field grid, and I woke up here, on this unknown world.
I seem to be in good shape. I am still in the period clothes I was wearing in the Holodeck, so I do not have access to my com-badge or tricorder. As a result, I am committing this log entirely to my memory, as I was trained to do in the Academy. Duty dictates that I am not caught without having taken a log of the proceedings. Still, something about my condition feels . . . strange.
I am standing in some sort of ruins. Whatever civilization existed here must be gone now. The faint smell of smouldering wood was in the air, though it might have just been a regular scent in this world's atmosphere. This was an interesting world. Of course, as a Starfleet Officer, my primary duty was to explore this place and find out what I could learn.
From there I saw a most curious sight. The tunnel led to a small storage room, where two humanoid skeletons were dueling with bows and arrows. They were taking turns launching volleys at each other. I couldn't even tell if the arrows were having any effect, because the skeletons had no flesh to pierce.
However, the closer skeleton won the strange duel, and I finished him off with my hands before he could turn his weapon to me. A third skeleton was around the corner, apparently waiting to take on the winner of the duel. I dispatched it, as well.
Inside the chests were some useful looking supplies, especially if I would be facing any more animated skeletons. I decided that my safety was more important than any potential violations of the Prime Directive. This whole area seemed to be an abandoned ruin (except for my undead friends), so it was clear nobody would miss it.
Back on the surface, I noticed a strange cross shape inside the ruin. I realized that it was, in fact, an arrow. This must be some sort of message left to guide someone. Guide them to what? To safety? To a village of some sort? I decided the only way to find out would be to follow it.
On top of the mountain was a large cave. Some pig-like creatures were roaming around. They looked somehow happy to see me, despite the fact that I was somewhat armed. It was almost as if they were grateful for something. They were at least a welcome sight after the encounter with murderous skeletons.
This planet was full of strange surprises. On the cliff face outside the cave, I could see several animals perched precariously. I suppose the pig I met earlier was happy to see me because it meant he wasn't falling off the side of a mountain.
I am standing in some sort of ruins. It is raining. I will make a log about what happened later. For now, my primary duty as a Starfleet Officer is to get out of the rain. I really hope this isn't one of those planets that's constantly raining. I am stuck in late twentieth century clothing, which is horrendously prone to soaking up water and getting really obnoxiously cold.
Elsewhere in the cave system, I found this deep shaft. I could see some lava pouring through the rock at the bottom. Perhaps my judgement was clouded by my soaking wet clothes, but it sure looked nice and cozy down there, so I decided to climb down.
To be concluded . . .