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Acting First Officer's Log, stardate unknown.

The away team has returned from their mission, apparently successful in completing their assigned task. Although there were injuries, there were, fortunately, no fatalities. However, this has produced only more questions. No answers, unless any can be discerned from Stacy's vague replies to our queries. The crew seem to be in decent spirits, although that may in part be because of the influx of new arrivals. There are some old friends for some of them, while the new faces do bring us a degree of hope that together we'll be able to find a way out of here.

On a more... personal note, it would seem that a younger version of myself arrived on board, as well as Pavel Chekov. However, this version of myself seems to come from an alternate reality, similar to the Mirror Universe. According to him, my father was lost onboard the USS Kelvin, and Vulcan destroyed by some sort of Romulan madman. And Spock - my Spock - was apparently involved somehow. It's somewhat disturbing to think of a universe where such a horrific massacre of a species has occured, especially one so vital to the founding of the Federation. Regardless of my personal feelings, however, I will continue.

We will persevere. I know we will. We have some of the best and brightest from every possible universe and if we can't find some way out, well... no one can.

End Log.