Freighter Vana Captain’s Log
Day 312
M. Koril

Something continues to bother me. I haven’t slept. I can’t leave it alone. Tovan is trying his hardest to move on, and I am trying my hardest to respect that, but I can’t leave so many questions unanswered. I can’t find comfort in this mundane life the way he seems to. In the endless hours of dark space between bases, in the waiting times while cargo is loaded and unloaded, in my every waking, breathing moment…my mind is working. Wondering. Taunting me. Asking me if there was more I could do for my crew, for his sister, for everyone who we have lost. If I really have turned over every deckplate, or however that saying goes.

So maybe Tovan doesn’t have to know if I continue my inquiries. Chances are, none of them will lead to anything. Call it a hobby. I simply feel that I must do something. I need to go as far as I can, or this will eat me away. Then, I truly may lose myself.

Of course, if my hobby gets me killed and he becomes captain, at least this log may be a feeble attempt to explain my thought process.

I’ll start with the Romulans.