Valdran Personal Log

Posted on 03 Apr 2017 @ 10:01pm by Sub-commander S'anara Valdran

202 words; about a 1 minute read

With each passing day on this ship, I question my purpose.

With each hour on this ship, I question my choices.

With each minute, I my loathing grows.

The Federation crew I can handle, even respect and sympathize. The Klingons on the other hand... how these barbarians became civilized enough to create a government, let alone an empire is beyond me.

As I lay on this metal shelf each night, I gaze at the dim red lights I retrace the steps that brought me here.

I miss my home. I miss my family. I miss having a purpose. I was an agent of the Tal Shiar.

I was defending the outer worlds of the Star Empire, keeping my fragile state whole. While the Federation were sending relief ships, the Klingons sent warships.

Ending up on Kreanus was by accident, I didn't intend to stay as long as I did. And now I'm working with Starfleet to help a Klingon General restore his honor, in exchange to protect a planet a year ago I didn't know exists. I swore an allegiance to the empire, I should be protecting their boarders, defending her citizens... not helping those who hurt them.

I hate the Klingons.

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