M. Koril
Day 211

I have been given the opportunity to join a strike force of Romulan and Federation ships, on a mission to fight the Tal Shiar. Intel is good, though I am skeptical. I don’t wish to miss this opportunity to bloody the nose of the Tal Shiar, however. Tovan will not be joining us. He has found someone from the Romulan Embassy on Earth willing to help him begin anew his search for his missing sister. Perhaps by the time I return, he will have some new information, and I can help him. I feel I owe him that much.

For now, I am splitting my time between the Starfleet and Romulan flagships, trying to help where I can. I keep seeing almost-familiar faces among the crews, and it is jarring to realize that the faces I most want to see are those I will never see again. I feel as if I have lost my entire family. The simmering anger I have contained in my gut over these past months is boiling into a furious rage, and I am afraid I may not be able to control it when we meet the Tal Shiar. I wonder what these people will think of me if I do lose control? I wonder…have they ever seen a Cardassian fight in a berserker rage?