Captain’s Log – Apr 14, 2158 – Starbase – Status: Docked
What? Did you think I was dead or something? The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I’ve always wanted to say that. And they were indeed greatly exaggerated… by me! Fell for it!
Anyways, I find myself back to the old drawing board, but we get a second chance to confront the Sa-Matra, and this time, armed with the previous experience, we shall more be prepared than ever!
First of all, we dismissed a majority of our fleet in favor of ships which can take on the combined remnant forces of Ur-Quan and Kohr-Ah which remain after the Dnyarri does its Pied Piper routine, but also be useful in case they’re needed to help out the reinforcements of Yehat and Pkunk to destroy the 8 shield generators surrounding the asteroid shell which houses the Sa-Matra, so we’ll be keeping an Arilou Scout (overall effective), the StarRunner (Fwiffo may be a coward for the most part, but the Eluder is a Dreadnought killer) an Orz Nemesis (effective against both Ur-Quan and Kohr-Ah) and a Pkunk Fury (our secret weapon against the Sa-Matra).
Therefore, we’ve replaced the Syreen, Thraddash, Druuge, Earthling, Yehat (since it is replaceable and not as useful as the Pkunk –- admittedly, a phrase I never thought I’d say) and Supox ships have all been replaced by Utwig Juggers and Chmmr Avatars:

Afterwards it was certainly time to make some modifications to the Vindicator, considering our current flagship set-up turned out to be our major downfall during our first engagement. In fact, I went back time and time again to try to maneuver our big hulk of a sluggish harpoon into the belly of our targeted whale, but alas, no matter how times I tried we simply didn’t have enough crew to man the controls and keep our onboard ship operations functioning long enough to reach our goal as those little hellacious fireballs and green bouncy thingies prevented us from achieving our victory.
Considering we never actually used any of our weapons or defensive systems on the Vindicator in the previous engagement (I mean, we did, but they were of little use against the Sa-Matra’s forces) so I had the ship stripped of all its armaments and peripherals and replaced with crew pods. Then I stood before everyone and gave a very passionate speech of how we’re seeking volunteers that we’re going to be going on a one-way trip into the jaws of death, but their sacrifice would be etched forever in the passage of times and blah, blah, blah, sunshine, roses, heroics and all that good stuff. Of course, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house, and everyone stepped forward in unison and the hands went up quicker than the rebels claiming to be Spartacus. You should have been there, it was magnificent!

Due to my uncanny recruiting ability, I told them we would have a special drawing and only the first lucky 250 people would have their place of honor by my side as we sacrifice ourselves for the greater good… well, except for me of course, because, well, you know, somebody has to be in the escape pod, and there’s really only room for one, that being me, and I know it seems like it would be roomy, but it’s not… trust me. Somebody has to be the triumphant hero, so it may as well be me! Besides, I’ve already moved in the pool table, wet bar, and my easy chair.
And wouldn’t you know it?… all of the winners of the drawing ALL turned out be Shofixti! Hey! Don’t look so surprised… I mean, by now they outnumber us like 50 to 1… there’s really no beating those odds! Lucky little furballs. Wink. Anyway, and the entire crew has been given joystick control panels which will give them all access to the engines, for in case our helmsman dies during the fight, ensuring that there will always be someone at the helm to accomplish our objective.
We will now depart Starbase to face our destiny! Captain out.
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