We're preparing to beam down.We diverted from the Vega Colony. I hope the crew can recover quickly from the fatigue of our last mission. The deaths on...Rigel VII have affected everyone. Several crew members need hospitalization, and we could use some R & R.Captain's Log: Stardate 3176.6, Number One in temporary commandThe captain, Boyce, Spock, Tyler, and Garrison beamed down to the planet's surface. It was a trick. The camp was an illusion used to draw us here, so the aliens of this planet. He went back to his room and checked his clothing, most of it needed washing, he thought for a moment and then spoke some words, the clothes seemed to shrink down and then expand before folding themselves up and neatly positioning themselves on the shelves.Chris quickly dressed and then conjured a phone which he put into his pocket, then there was a knock on the door and Jeff was there looking in, "Good morning Chris rise and ... oh sorry Chris I was expecting you to still be sleeping." Jeff. I can barely keep my zipper from popping the way it is."The man said, "That is a problem, isn't it? I'm almost immune to gorgeous pussy any more. Kelly had me fascinated, but I think I'm going to find a really homely babe who wants nothing but some down home loving now."I thought the people in the office were going to break up. Rebecca said, "There won't be any homely babes here if we keep supplying the place with our friends. Georgia, the new receptionist, is a little on the heavy side but. Also a PI sniffing round might have started some unfounded suspicions in husbands of innocent women. So I told him to look for you and you alone, using the Alsvik name. Colin, could you try to get that York PI's report from Fanshaw?" No problem, I'll tell them we're reviewing the missing person's file on behalf of the Yorkshire force. I can twist his arm if he gets difficult."I looked around the table at these three men. What friends they were! Even though they might suspect I had been a real.