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     Cmdr. J. Darek |
We're rushing back to Reor'sa, pulled along by Blackrazor's transwarp conduit. I'm proud to say that everyone is working around the clock to make certain that Coronado is in working order by the time we arrive. With only a twenty-hour total transit time from Longshot to Reor, this has left very little time for anything else. I've gotten to know the new doctor. He's a bit of an ass, but as we know how to behave like the professionals we are, I think we'll get along fine. I'm concerned about the Captain. One so young with so much responsibility... well, I'm just glad I was never in his shoes at that age. I must also admit a bit of trepidation upon returning to the place where Stirling - and so many of my former shipmates aboard her - died so needlessly. With S'Buuth's help, I have my revenge against the Pfhor. But is that all that I've been living for this past year? Revenge? I'd like to believe that in this day and age, we're beyind such petty emotions. Yet I can't deny that I've gained a certain... satisfaction... from knowing that the Pfhor master race has been wiped from existance. But what of the dead? The injured? The homeless and the wartorn? Will this all be over with the cleansing of worlds like Reor'sa? I wish it would. But I get the feeling that this is too easy. That the Pfhor wouldn't just roll over and die for us like this. No, I have a terrible feeling that they might just have one last surprise waiting for us when we arrive.... =========== Christian D. Clem '01, aka "Aggie" Cmdr. J. Darek "BMF" Smith, XO U.S.S. Coronado NCC-97901 |