100535.7
CAPT Tungsten, Drake
Stardate 100535.7 Personal Log - Romulan War Aftermath
Everyone aboard is relieved that this war is over. The taste is a bit bitter, however, with the destruction wrought by the Star Empire on Beta Reticuli and Chaltok. So much so, that members of the Empire couldn’t even stomach it. In a twisted way, I suppose those horrors… those war crimes… helped bring an end to the war. I was still heartened that while the Tal Shiar seemed to conform to a mustache-twirling caricature with their ruthless disregard for life, other members of the Empire stood against it. Their patriotism not really aligned with the Republic, but for some of them, their morals were. We saw it in several different conflicts in the war, and while I still have questions around why they even wanted to drag us into this war so eagerly, witnessing a noble spirit in some of our enemy gives me hope.
I’m not sure how much comfort that brings to those with more personal connections to the aforementioned war crimes, though.
“We did what we could” doesn’t seem to make it all better, no matter how true it is. Still, we did help stop the Romulan Star Empire from bullying its neighbor, and our ally, into submission. We became the good neighbor and ally we claim to be, and we kept our word. We did not let apathy give pause to anyone invited to shake our hand in friendship.
Our own people have suffered casualties, and battle damage. From severely damaged starships, to the intangible tolls taken on our people. I am therefore thankful that we have received orders for mandatory shoreleave. The Dragon needs some maintenance done after this latest conflict, some of it will require at least being stationary for a bit, so we have parked at DS13. I’m currently having crews do rotations so everyone gets to enjoy some time on Risa while the Lohlunat Festival is still happening.
I let Commander LaSalle take the first shuttle there. I can hold down the ship a little bit, and besides, her girlfriend was already on Risa, with her fleet’s leave beginning with the festival. I’ve been able to sneak some time here and there with Serah on one of our ships or the other, so it seemed like Evette deserved to head out first. She’s put in a lot of work, and it showed in the exemplary performance of our whole crew.
I’ll be heading there shortly though. Most of the reports are filed, repairs are under way, leave rotations set, and a skeleton crew about to relieve me. We’re in good shape, on paper. Hopefully, relaxing on a paradise planet will restore our souls a bit after the ugliness of war.