Captain’s Personal log, Stardate 54956.4: It's hard to believe that it's finally come around: Today is my daughter's first birthday. Tiana has been a highlight of this ship. She is getting around on her own pretty good now. Because she can walk, we've had to implement extra precautions.
Captain’s log, Stardate 54969.3: Comfort's mission was successful, and Effingham has taken over as her escort. Meanwhile, we have activated our cloak and remained in orbit around Salva II, assuming that the Orion Syndicate does not wish for us to know the truth about our latest passenger.
“I've analyzed the long range sensor data from Effingham, along with sensor arrays in our sector. It appears that the bogey we encountered this morning and the one Effingham is tracking are one and the same. They have managed to evade any ability to get a good visual.” “They must not have been able to afford a cloaking device.”
“Starfleet's budget must really be tight when their security officers are literally wearing pajamas.” “Shut up. I'm not the security officer, I'm their boss. It just so happens that you woke me up.”
— Baldwin prisoner and Patrick Ingrum
“Maybe I can tell you what he's not saying,”
— Sarah Allison
“Have you ever heard of a fetal transfer?” “Of course. It was a revolution in medicine that made the debate over terminating a pregnancy obsolete. The doctor that successfully performed the first fetal transfer won two Nobel Prizes.”
— Dr. Bratney and Patrick Ingrum
“If you should engage us, we will offer no quarter.” (The hostile vessel fires on Baldwin) “Shields at ninety-two percent.” “Don't say I didn't warn them. Fire at will.”