The Crocodile

I’ve made a comfortable living so far, throwing all of the Starfleet rules out and starting over with my newly-acquired cargo vessel. Still, I search for answers about what truly happened on Borealis III. Most of it is still a blur of random images for me. The things that I can sort out fail to make any sense. Clues are starting to fall in line, and a trail is emerging, leading straight to the Gorn. 

There is one Gorn in particular who seems to know something, a scientist who has spent his life studying that area of space. He remains tight-lipped on the subject…as much as a Gorn even has lips. He has a reputation for treachery, this Gorn. I am loathe to make any deals with him…but at the same time, I cannot let this go. 

If this slippery Crocodile of a man knows what became of my crew, I have to find out.