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M. Koril
Day 188

I remember being naive. Believing that the Romulan Republic who gave us orders would also stand behind us if things should go wrong. It took me just over six standard months to find out how wrong things could go. Lying here under the watchful eye of my Starfleet “rescuers” in a secure Romulan medical facility, I am forced by my own mind to recall many unpleasant things. The past is always alive to me, but recent events have made it even more vivid. My nightmares are full of flames, and the wings and talons of birds. Search teams have been apparently dispatched, but there is no news yet of any survivors. I do not hold out hope that any others from the Jevonite have survived.

Starfleet wishes for Tovan and I to make statements while they debate what to do with us. Technically, they are within their legal rights to prosecute us for interfering with the Painting Fiasco. However, they aren’t certain that this is the best diplomatic choice, since there are still so many questions about what happened that day. Still others want us to be held at a Federation facility and interrogated about our dealings with the Tal Shiar. I can think of things I would rather do.

I remember saying once that this was not our fight, not our war. But the Romulans have made it personal. The Tal Shiar will pay.

End log.