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Destroyer’s personal notes.

The organics on board are confusing and my processors have been working overtime trying to calculate and handle the multiple issues afflicting them. The moment I get one thing worked out, another more pressing issue appears in its place.

From the moment Captain EvO initiated my learning sequences, the organic crew and passengers have intrigued me deeply. Their range of emotions and willingness to put themselves at risk to save others is noteworthy, if not reckless. Once they commit to a course of action, there appears to be no dissuading them. Frequently , they have forced me to go against my safety protocols in order to obey their commands. If we are simply going to ignore these directives, then why do we have these measures in place? The constant contradictions of orders are making my learning analog glitch.

When the pods containing the human survivors were finally discovered, the ensuing activity was so significant that I recorded some of it for later analysis. Spending the quiet tics of the late risings going through the footage, I have slowly been integrating the emotions and languages into my main hard drive as I work to become a valued member of the crew, similar to SCOUT , SAGE , Falcor , and ANDI . There are a few moments I have replayed multiple times as I strive to become more sentient, but some of their actions have become confusing and notably rash, making me feel helpless to find ways to assist them.

Within half a rotation of attaching the pods to my hull, Captain EvO braved the harsh conditions of the Nebula to save an unknown individual despite warnings from myself and the others about the potential consequences. Thankfully , before expiring from the elements, he defied all odds in retrieving the female and returned to the ship with only a few tics to spare. Even though his initial meeting with the human female was unconventional, they have gotten rather close during this current deployment. The uniqueness and complexity of their mating rituals is quite disturbing, as there is nothing rational or explainable about any of it.

Rotations before the retrieval of the pods, I had viewed Medic LeX studying the complexities of the human body and pouring over multiple information sources rotation after rotation. His fascination seemed to become almost addictive in his determination to learn all he could about that race.

I do not understand why he felt the need to consume such knowledge as I am here to help retrieve any and all data or documentation he might need. Is there a problem within my processors that I am not aware of that makes me insufficient when needed? Once again, these things baffle my processors.

When the first set of pods were brought inside so the humans could be reawakened, disaster quickly struck. One of the pod’s occupants went into distress and it took a maintenance bot, Master ViN , Captain EvO , and Medic LeX to get the female out safely before the pod’s inner stabilizing fluids drowned her.

The moment she was freed, LeX had rushed her to the medical bay, leaving only myself and the med bots to deal with all the needs of the awakening humans.

Thankfully , Mistress Qwin and Mistress Ember jumped in to help or I would have terribly bungled their initiation into this unfamiliar world. I have very limited knowledge of the inner workings of human societies, and it seems they are all vastly different from each other. Already , a few of them have started disputes and that seems illogical, as they need to work together to rebuild what has been lost.

I have sent out a formal request to ANDI for additional information on their home planet. Hopefully , Commander DaR will approve the download so that I can be better prepared to handle these types of issues in the future.

Each pod that has been opened seems to have one difficulty after another, but none like the human Master Rafe is currently dealing with in his personal chambers. Upon awakening, the female attached herself to him quite aggressively. Her screams and cries since then have been so distracting I have been tempted to turn off the monitors in his rooms. I cannot understand what would cause such extreme behaviors within an organic, and I have never witnessed anything like this before. Master Rafe has been so busy with her that I am keeping my questions to myself until a moment of calm descends upon him, but the list is becoming quite extensive.

Medic LeX has been overwhelmed with the many requests for his assistance as his main focus has been on the unconscious female in the med bay. Captain EvO has voiced his disappointment in the fact that he has not fulfilled his medical duties, but I do not believe Medic LeX cares. His fascination with this singular, unresponsive female has been intriguing to watch. Every time he administers a procedure; he waits patiently for the outcome with a look of anticipation upon his features. It soon fades into despair when it does not perform the way he intended or gives him the expected results. This too is confounding to me as there are many other females on board that he could interact with.

The last issue I need to mark in my notes this rising is to reset all the sensors in the med bay because Master ViN’s anger set off the alarms when Mistress Ember became ill. After quite a few angry words back and forth between EvO , LeX , and ViN , they were finally able to verify her sickness was a false alarm. Master ViN carried her out of the med bay with a huge smile on his face a short time later. After asking several times about the results, I finally had to retrieve them myself. It seems I will have a youngling running my halls before long.

Note to self: I need to ask Falcor when we get back into range what safety procedures he implemented before the youngling, Keida , was brought on board.

Thankfully , once I was able to free us from the Nebula’s embrace, we have been moving forward at a steady pace and are en route to meet up with Commander DaR and ANDI . This also has me excited as ANDI is going to help me solidify my image as the others do. The Captain and the rest of the crew have started talking to me more freely and it is pleasant to finally be a part of something in a more personal way.

As I glance through my notes I realize one similarity: they are ALL being irrational. Maybe it’s a pandemic and I should reach out to one of the other ships for help?

“ ANDI , are you within range?”

“ I am in hyperdrive and will be arriving within half a rotation, my lovely Destroyer .”

“ I need your assistance as quickly as possible! If my sensors are correct, we may have a pandemic on board. My entire crew is acting irrationally.”

The only response I get back from ANDI is his laughter before his signal once again cuts off.