RRW Daybreak Captain’s Log
M. Koril
Day 41

I hate snow. I hate cold. If I had known I would be out here freezing my scales off, I wouldn’t have gotten a haircut so soon. But I must admit…the incentive was too good to pass up. The first thing I am going to do when we get paid is buy a coat. And maybe then, name my new ship.

The Republic offered us a new ship to track down the whereabouts of a secret Tal Shiar base. Normally, I would have laughed in their faces and taken my crew somewhere else. Better to be poor and alive than tortured and dead in a fancy new ship. But something tells me that the Tal Shiar isn’t going to let our involvement go willingly, and if the new Romulan government wants to back us up, I say we’re better off with a more powerful vessel, and with what help the Republic can provide, than without.

The Tal Shiar reminds me too much of the Obsidian Order. Hearing my mostly Romulan crew discuss what the Tal Shiar has done to their society makes me unspeakably angry. But this is just business. This is not my world. I didn’t want to be dragged into their political mess, but here I am, front and center. I refuse to let myself get emotionally entangled as well.

End log.