Personal Log
STARDATE: 93011.44
The impeccably dressed figure of Hercule Legrasse is comfortably sitting at his desk, reclining slightly in the chair and holding a glass containing a blueish, opaque liquid which he slowly, lazily swirls. The only detail which appears to be vaguely off is slightly loosened tie, in perfect accord with the slow movements he is imparting on the glass and the relaxed, jazz version of “My favourite things” playing in the background. He takes a sip, evidently taking his time in thinking of how to actually begin the log already opened by the computer then lets out a languid sigh.
Well, the meeting went as well as could be expected, I suppose.
He shifts his gaze directly into the glass, staring at it intently, as if he could find the answers, or the words to continue the log in the liquid contained in it and slowly warmed in his palm
Nothing really came of it or my suggestions to create an, underground railway of sorts, to extract any dissidents of the current Xedi regime. Of course, my suggestion of infiltrating agents and effectively violating sovereign territory of a foreign state was provocative, which is why I went in expecting nothing less than a refusal. Such an operation is surely not unprecedented, but it would as certainly put not only Starfleet officers and agents, but the very credibility of the Federation at risk. Were such actions to be discovered and proof of our involvement found, the political fallout would be… quite unpleasant. But that is why I knew that a refusal was in order, nonetheless, I would have been remiss had I not made the suggestion.
The tone is light, as if the refusal did not really touch him, as if he was as prepared as he has repeated, or maybe because the content of the glass from which he now takes a sip have dulled his disappointment
The Federation must wait, that was the verdict. Wait and see the developments, what the regime and what the people do in response. That is what I must and have accepted. But I do so with a heavy heart not only because, as mentioned by Captain Varley herself, it is always difficult to sit and watch, to accept impotence; it is also because I know in my heart of hearts that a society is about to be destroyed. A society ehich, I might add, was quite attractive and fascinating to study in its strange mix of Platonic Republic and Voltairian or even Robesperriesque deification of knowledge. Unfortunately, if there is something which the whole ofgalactic civilization seems to have in common is the mentality of the military establishment. In any society which has a dedicated miitary, that group tends to have a rather narrow vision in all things, which makes also its search for knowledge excesively focused and its economic management… unsuitable to civil life. It is, after all, a fact that most if not all military regimes have failed spectacularly on the economic front, plunging their countries’ economies in recession and their people into misery and hunger. That, is why I forsee a bloodbath on Isep Xedi, not only because of the predictable purges which are undoubtably taking place as I am recording this log.
He lets out a sigh, his expression visibly souring with every word spoken and his gaze lost somewhere definitely unpleasant. He seems to comtemplate his glass with more interest for a moment, before abandoning to return where he previously had lost himself
The Dominion’s investment in the planet will only make things more complicated since it will certainly give the current government allies too invested in the current status quo to let it fail. And even if they do decide to withdraw, that in and of itself might precipitate an economic crysis. But then again, the Dominion does not really hav a history of really caring for the welfare of its own citizens, let alone a vassal state or an economic investment as Isep Xedi appears to have become. I honestly do hope that the wait will not cost too many lives and that the intervention, when it will come, will be timely and effective.
Slowly, with the passing of seconds, a light smile appears again on his lips, possibly helped by a sip of whatever blueish spirit he keeps on swirling and warming in the palm of his right hand
On a more positive note, at least the meeting did give me the occasion to better know and understand my new Commanding Officer, beginning with the fact that she did give me the occasion to speak even though we both knew the more probable outcome. She does appear aloof, even cold, but she is most definitely attentive and supportive of her crew and that, is a leader I can respect and follow.
The man finally shifts his gaze from the glass which he sets lightly on the desk, his fingers still wrapped around it, but his eyes are now focused on the screen.
Anything else about her, will have to wait coffee.Speaking of which, after the meeting I went to the Event Horizon, hoping against all hope that this time my usual spiced arabic would be unreplicated and lo and behold, it was. A local chef, called himself Ramsax, was present and apparently he occasionally does moonlight at the bar. He did seem quite pretentious, initially refusing to serve me coffee but, in the end acquiesced. They all do. Another useful contribution of his to my day, though, was revealing his source for fresh ingredients in the person of Captain Nimiz no less; I shall have to try and convince him to spare some space in his cargo hold for me too. Although I must say that I finally appear to be making inroads on the starbase. I heard of someone who might be able to procure fresh spices… I must investigate this.
He lets out a mirthful chuckle and takes another sip from his glass, leaning back again in his chair.
I do look forward to dining in chef Ramsax’s restaurant
The with a gesture from his free hend, the log ends