To squeakly go where no rat has gnawed before.
STARDATE 47.02 · U.S.S. CHEDDARPRISE NCC-1701-CHZ
The finest whiskers in the fleet, hand-picked from the Sewer Academy's top of class.
A bold, cheese-loving diplomat with a habit of talking his way out of traps he set for himself.
Half rat, half unknown burrow-dweller. Values logic above all — except during snack rationing.
"I'm a rat doctor, not a miracle worker!" Keeps the crew alive one grumble at a time.
Fluent in seven squeak-dialects and one very rude hamster curse word.
Steers the Cheddarprise through asteroid fields like they're just very large sunflower seeds.
Insists every great invention — the wheel, cheese, warp drive — was invented by rats first.
Flagship of the fleet. Smells faintly of provolone.
The sacred laws of Rat Trek exploration, passed down since the founding of the Federation of Whiskers.
Never reveal advanced rat technology to a species still using glue traps.
No away mission may proceed without confirming the destination has adequate snack reserves.
A captain never abandons a crewmate, a cause, or a particularly good piece of gouda.
When in doubt, chew through it. Diplomacy is preferred. Chewing is faster.