I wonder what the Borg assimilated this time; that encounter was seriously odd.

I was in the holodeck teaching my cubs some fishing technique when red alert sounded and proceeded immediately to the bridge as per regulation, although this time I wished it meant I should report to sickbay for more reason than one. Traditional hunting gear doesn't do much for dignity. At least no one stared, even that little dork R'Merr kept his eyes front, but a Borg vessel in hot pursuit can do that to someone.

Well, it was only a matter of time, but Captain Lee's stubborn adherence to the status quo is finally grating on the crew's nerves to the point he's suffering a minor rebellion. Am I overly surprised? No. At least it appears Starfleet is on the verge of implementing some of my recommendations with crew replacement. I hope that moron behind the science console is one of the replaced. I'd like to see Demian in line for the captain's chair should the current idiot looks to be on the outward spin.

And about Mister Dammers... Interesting... My brother was quite right about him; he does have the heart of a warrior. I wonder why mother never spoke of him. For now I stalk and watch this male. I wonder if he fishes...

Lott Tadasi is one hell of an engineer, I can see this already in his, or is it her, or whatever, emphasis on shipboard safety. I only wish he, she, it had saved me one of those Tribbles. I hear they are quite delectable and easy to reproduce. I wonder if the Borg learn to purr from them; purring should be standard with all races.