TACTICAL OFFICER LOG ENS. MOONSHADOWS TO ENNIEN USS EAGLE ABOARD RUNABOUT TALON VIA PERSONAL RECORDING DEVICE Comdr. Haas has gone aboard the station, in the guise of a stranded trader. Object: Intelligence. I too have gone to various businesses, asking about small, valuable cargos a treasure hunter might carry to tide one over. WIth the wormhole closed, little is moving. There seems to be a shortage of supplies in many of the businesses, though I have not found so in the gambling housess... liqour is getting low, as they tell me, but Sivaoans do not drink alcohol so I do not care... there seems to be an adequate supply of Earth cow's milk... I have been simulating repairs in the guise of Comdr. Haas' subordinate - which I after all, am. I am no engineer... but I find the Nigalans less so. Talon seems almost beyond them. I have tried to... ferret? Yes, that is the animal... ferret out information, but the Federation personnel are kept from us and the Nigalans are not talking. These people should be limited to interplanetary travel using thrusters for propulsion. Moonshadows, out