SPACE DATE 2236.109
Trying to make up for her colossal blunder, Rena then suggested that we could dispose of the raptors by initiating a full decompression of the entire ship (except for the cargo bay), which would vent the killer dinosaurs out into space, and in addition, might make the rest of the ship habitable once the stench air was evacuated and replaced with fresh air.
INFO was the only one left who could make it to the bridge to initiate the depressurization. Long story short, INFO comes back splattered with dinosaur blood, and reporting that the velociraptors figured out their plans and managed to escape on a transit pod before he could vent them into the cold vacuum of space. INFO decompressed the ship anyway, which seems to have worked, and blown the foul air (along with everything else not nailed down in the ship) out into space.
We’ve regained control of the ship now, and things are slowly returning to normal. I can barely smell the funk from the stink ray, but I suspect that’s just because we’re all used to it by now.
UPDATE: Oh, so it turns out we forgot about Lt. Jayda. All this time he was missing after all, and when someone noticed that he wasn’t at his station a little while ago, we remembered him and figured that he must’ve been sucked out into space too. In our defense, we weren’t even sure he was still alive, as we hadn’t heard from him in over a week. And we were genuinely bummed about him being dead too (along with Sparky the hamster, who received a tasteful funeral in the missile bay), until shortly after that, when we were contacted by the Tongu slavers still in the area, who offered him for ransom. It seems that he was fleeing the velocirapters several days ago, and in an act of desperation, managed to teleport himself to a nearby ship, which turned out to be the slaver ship.
Not wanting to have to report all this to Admiral Grissom, rather than do battle to rescue our stolen crewmate, we all took up a collection, and quietly bought back the lieutenant, and let the slavers go with a stern warning while we headed for the starpost. Oh, and INFO seems to have had another ‘accident’ while sermonizing about oral hygiene to the bridge crew. I told the Chief to take his time repairing him and to be sure to reset his ethical subroutines back to normal (or failing that, turn them off altogether).
All’s quiet on the GSV Remarkable. Sunstrike out.
SPACE DATE 2236.103
Our cargo bay exile came to a head this afternoon when Ensign Adams comes to me on the verge of tears. She says that Nurse Vega theorized to her that the terrible monster sounds coming from the rest of the still stink-infested ship, were in fact the ship’s mascot Sparky. Dr. Rena told Adams that such a theory was ridiculous, as Sparky was only a tiny space hamster and that there was no possible way that the stink ray which contaminated the ship a month ago could possibly have mutated the little guy into a giant, feral monster like Nurse Vega suggested. It occurred to me (and possible Dr. Rena too) that nobody had fed Sparky for that entire month, and as such, it REALLY wasn’t likely that he was making much of a racket now.
It was then that Rena went from her usual ‘You people are idiots’ look, to her slightly less common ‘oh crap, what have I done?’ look. She then reported that, just before the Tongu slavers fired their stink ray at us several weeks ago, she had been working on an experiment in the ship’s biomolecular genetics lab, where she had cloned some baby velociraptors, and implanted them with human-level intelligence.
I loudly asked the Doctor to confirm that she had created a race of sentient velociraptors who were now running amok on my ship, when the newly-puritanical INFO interrupted our discussion to reprimand me for some perfectly reasonable words in which I had couched my query to the good doctor. Rena tried to explain that she had given the pair of formerly-extinct predators human intelligence ‘so that they could be reasoned with’ or some malarkey. Great, that's all we need, more things we have to "reason" with.