Stardate: 100376.4
As the crew look in their message inbox in the form of a video appears. It is from Evoch Khaiell Rhadai, the former Tal Shiar assassin now turned agent for the Republic. Looks away from whatever button he pressed to record the video and to the screen with a warm smile.
“Jolan Tru, crewmates… my friends.” His voice is cool and calm, and as usual his Rihanian accent is polished and precise. “By the time you get this message I will be on my way and radio silence. I planned to send you this message this way to avoid unnecessary questions and comments. You see, what I’m about to do is sanctioned by our commander, and hopefully will stay the bloodshed that we may face. We do not need this war. Even with allies such as Starfleet and the KDF, I believe we cannot win this war without committing the same atrocities that the Ancient Regime commits on a regular basis. The Star Empire is still far too powerful and I fear the blood that is shed will mostly be ours and allies.”
“Before anyone draws any conclusions, this will not involve killing anyone. That is my goal. I know I have a past, and I said some things on the bridge a few rotations ago that…” he looks down and grimaces, “…that I regret.” He looks at the camera again. “I will not fall back into old habits. I promise all of you, by the Elements, I will never be that monster again.” He sighs and continues. “Contrary to that, my friends, I want to save lives.” Evoch smiles again. “Your lives.”
“I will be using all the skills I’ve been taught against the Tal Shiar, the very people who forced me to learn them… Well… except the killing part. Again, we will not stoop to their levels of depravity. As it has been so clearly pointed out to me by our Commander, ‘The enemy must be defeated, but how we do so now is important.’”
“I will not burden you with all the details of my mission that you do not need to know. Needless to say, when I return, I’m sure we will all have good stories to tell.” Evoch smiles again. “I look forward to that.”
“Commander Nathes, if you would, please contact my sister in Starfleet and let her know I am on the right side of this. Don’t tell where I am exactly or what I’m doing. We don’t want her to worry. Just I have not talked to her in some time because I didn’t want to be chided for not following the rules of my imprisonment. I imagine she is worried. Let her know, when I am done I will message her.”
His face sours somewhat.
“…and… and, if it comes to me being compromised, please do not risk yourselves for me. I will find a way out.” He smiled and continued. “You are all far too important. You are the new faces of Romulan culture. Role models for the Republic, and this republic needs its heroes.”
“Jolan tru, my friends. Be safe. Fight well if it comes to it. When we are reunited, I hope we are all in celebration.”
He pauses and smiles. “Glory to the Republic,” he says softly. The video cuts out.