The Dark Ship Options

[Franavu]

This is a story I've been writing for a while now, sort of an ongoing project. I think it is ready to be posted, or at least the first part of it.
The story is elder scrolls related, it'll just take a while to get there.

As English isn't my first language I hope you'll forgive me any spelling or grammatical mistakes I might have missed.

Okay, here goes the first bit, I hope you'll like it.
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The dark ship

The dark ship shot through the great void of space, on its way to a planet of legends…

Meanwhile,
Captain’s log, supplemental
We still haven’t found the smugglers’ ship we were send here to find, we lost its warp trail two days ago, we haven’t recovered it yet, and I don’t think we will. How we lost the ship is still a mystery to my crew and me, one minute it was there, the other it was gone and nowhere to be found.
I wonder what they were shipping, one more thing we have never been told, I don’t like this, I don’t like this one bit... [Pause]…What’s worse, my first officer, who is from this region of space, looks like he hasn’t slept the past few days. When I mentioned it to him, he murmured something about bad dreams. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it and I haven’t pressed him…not yet at least.
This region has some pre-industrial civilizations, none the smugglers could have wanted to go to…I hope. We really don’t need Prime Directive issues; of course it has to be taken into account, at least until we know why they went this way.
[End of log entry]


The dark ship stopped, they had lost their pursuers, for now. His red eyes shone with hope.

Captain’s log, supplemental
Still no smugglers, I have ordered to search all the inhabited planets for the ship…I don’t really expect anything from it, but I just had orders from command to keep looking…No reason given. This is madness, the bloody ship can be anywhere by now, I hope they have a damn good reason for all of this… [Pause]
I spoke with my first officer this morning, he looked worse again…I couldn’t keep ignoring it. First he evaded my questions, but I kept pressing. So at last he told me about his dreams, about a woman speaking to him at night, about glowing red eyes in the dark and strangely enough about large sugar crystals. I have advised him to talk to the ships counsellor about this; I hope he will follow my advice.
He also spoke about the stories of his people. Their legends tell about an exile from their birth planet by red eyed warriors and about lesser, greater and false gods. The stories say this exile happened because they had become so arrogant they thought they wouldn’t need the gods anymore. Sounds like a standard tale of hubris to me, earth must have dozens of them.
[End of log entry]

[Franavu]

As promised, an update. It's a bit short this time, but I'll post the next part as soon as I get the chance run it through a spelling checker.
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Captain’s log, supplemental
The arrogant son of a... That complete and utter bas…That red eyed stuck up little twat. And Number One, what the hell is up with him, I mean… What the hell do I mean? Gods this is no good. [Pause]
All right, I’m calm now. I’ll start again…The interview with the prisoner did not go well. No, that’s an understatement, it was a disaster. He is an unhelpful, uncooperative, arrogant, piece of sh…I let him get to me.
At least he gave us his name, Fyr, if it’s his real one. And he said he was from a place called Morrowind. Never heard of it, it isn’t in our records either. From the borders of Argonia to the dusty slopes of Red Mountain, not very helpful… He also seemed to know a lot more about those creatures, or animunculi as he called them, than he’s telling us…I’ll have to find a way to get more information out of him. [Pause]
And of course there is the matter of my first officer…For the past days his behaviour has been erratic to say the least. But now…He all but ran from sickbay when he saw our guest…I have summoned him to my ready room, I let him be before, but this has really gone too far… I want some answers and I want them now…He hasn’t been honest with me, I’m sure of that and that bothers me. He has never before acted like this, but when we entered this region of space…It is not that he changed, not really…There were the dreams of course, but at least he was honest about them…He just got more and more withdrawn…More quiet really…I should have seen he was not telling me something, but I trusted him. Of course I did, he was my first officer…He still is, but whether he will be depends on the talk I’m going to have with him…I wouldn’t like to strip his rank from him…Not now, not here, outside the Federation, weeks away from the closest starbase. Anyway, I’ll attach a recording of our conversation to my log. In case it is needed for disciplinary purposes…God, I hope not [Pause]
[Door chime]
There he is, computer start recording.
[End of log entry]