Stardate 2271.3.22: 1830h
The party is now fast approaching the pocketed herds of strange, lumbering bearlike beasts. At closer inspection it appears that they are digging holes in the ground near the trees; one or two have already finished and nestled themselves inside, almost invisible in the twilight. If the landing party wishes to attempt to circumnavigate the creatures, they will probably have to do so now—travelling straight through will force the party to within 20 meters of two herds. The creatures were described by the Coxans as quite slow, but equally dangerous.
"But tell me, Edosian, how does the Prime Directive explain the moral superiority of allowing an entire world of people to die of plague, or watching an whole species eradicated in insensible violence, simply because some long-dead group of puritanical, isolationist fleet commanders were scared that one of those rescued people might have a temper tantrum over discovering the possibilities of space travel? I'll tell you how it explains it: control—pride—greed, pure and simple."
"James, stop. Don't say things like that," Dr. Leigh Moore responds, clutching his arm in a manner that suggests that they've had this argument before.
"Why, Leigh?" he responds, "It's true, only you and these Star Fleet officers can't see it. The Federation uses the Prime Directive like a tool, suspending or enforcing it for its own gain, using it as an excuse to police the galaxy."
The conversation continues as the party moves against the biting wind. Fantor, now identified as Dr James Silliphant, refuses to accept the moral superiority of Prime Directive. "This whole charade was Leigh's idea in the first place—I had no intention of deceiving the Coxans," he explains. Leigh, of course, finds his remarks offensive and wilfully misrepresentative. "A wonderful couple, wouldn't you say? I'd almost prefer a night in the brig to another night with these two," mocks Stirling, the youngest and severest of the captured spacers, with his typical dour cynicism. The tipsy spacer Norman gestures toward Stirling as he speaks to the officers, "Would you believe they assigned him to pose as Tabban, the God of Joy?"

Current statuses
- Abbot: 5 CT
- All others at full health