Day 421.7
M. Koril

I am not one for telling strangers about my past, but the Klingon and I spoke at length for several hours. His name was Captain Sarnog. He never apologized for our initial meeting, exactly, but he did explain that he had fought in the Dominion War, and that it was never easy for him to see a Cardassian or Jem Hadar face, especially on his homeworld. I know and understand very little about history, and less about homeworlds, but this much, I suppose I can understand.

I told him briefly about my personal history, about being chased all over the quadrant, about the Romulans and the Federation and running cargo, and he was fascinated. He became more and more animated the longer the story went on, although that was most certainly in part because of the bloodwine. By the end of it, he was promising that his crew would be singing about my adventures the next time we met. I sincerely doubt that will happen, but I cheered and ordered more bloodwine anyhow. I think that Klingons are not as difficult to get along with as I’ve been led to believe. I already have made friends of two of them.

When I was finished, Captain Sarnog stared at me for a while and then grinned unsettlingly, “I think I know just the place for you.”