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.