Day 448
M. Koril Personal Log
I.K.S. K’Tarn

Life among Klingons is dangerous business. I had no illusions that it would be otherwise, but I have already found myself in no fewer than eighteen combat situations, five of which proved deadly to someone, and that is only counting the ones aboard the ship. Morale on this ship is low, and brawls are constant. Not even the presence of mysterious outsiders can distract these warriors from their own dishonor, apparently.

Sylon and I share quarters with
two other Klingon women. They ignored us for the first few days, but
they’ve started taking the time to make nasty comments now. I think
we’re growing on them. Sylon tried to joke that she should have stayed
on New Romulus, where they don’t hate her as much. I wondered about the
bitterness in her words. How must she feel, being among her own people
and finding only this?