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Ticonderoga Mission 01: "The Hunt for Nightowl" (view source)
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===Mission Log - Lt. J.G. John Dempsey, Chief of Security - Stardate 20804.12.===
'''Begin Security Log:'''
I once thought, naively, that I could trust Romulans, that the rumours and the slurs and generalizations made about them were just the sort of things you find in any large military organizations. God, I was so naive thinking that, thinking that Romulans were anything but what they revealed themselves to be on this mission - treacherous, murderous scum fit for nothing but execution.
I will never trust a Romulan again. Not as long as I live. I can never forgive them for the death of Commander May, and for the loss of my arm. I could handle the arm on its own; that's just one of the things that you live with once you sign the PADD and you join Star Fleet. Those are the risks you take, and this time my number came up.
But there's a difference between losing an arm in combat, and execution. The Romulans executed Commander May. One of them, a Major in the Tal Shiar who died on the Warbird when the thalaron burst hit, placed a Disruptor to the Commander's face and vaporized him.
Oh god. There was nothing left of him but a slight mark on the floor of the cell. I'll carry those images until the day I die. Every time I close my eyes, I can see the Commander's face as he gets hit, the way his body seems to gain an instant silhouette and then slowly fade out in a flurry of colours.
It was a trap, which was the risk we ran in a mission like this. As one team tried to find Commander Vrelnas' daughter in the Detention Area, I led a team to disable the power grid. I planted the explosives and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. They had been beamed away, and a second later we were surrounded and outnumbered.
We were placed in a cell, with the teddy bear that held the transmitter that had supposedly been implanted in the daughter. Then that swine Antiok killed the Commander. I tried to save him, I did my best - you've got to believe me! But he died, and all I could do was lead the remnants of the Boarding Party out of the cell and into the Warbird.
We made it to a Shuttlebay and were beamed out by the Ticonderoga after a fierce fire fight between us and a contingent of guards. It was then that my arm was crushed by two cargo cannisters, and I was beamed to Sickbay after making it back.
I'll be honest. I don't remember much apart from overwhelming pain. But they ahd to amputate the arm and replace it with a cloned bio-synthetic one. It looks the same, even down to the wrinkles in my elbow, but it doesn't feel the same. Others I've talked to over subspace say they never do.
We'll be back at Starbase Bravo in a few days. Maybe we'll have some shore leave then. But I don't want it. What's the point? I failed in my duty. I let the First Officer of the ship be executed whilst I stood by helplessly. I deserve to be stripped of my rank, but I doubt that'll happen. I'll probably get a medal instead.
I'll be fit for duty in a few weeks. Then I'll be back on the Ticonderoga and the only way I'll leave her before the end of the war against the Romulans is in a bodybag. I intend to avenge Commander May the best way I can, the only way I can. In Romulan blood. By killing as many Romulans as I can, and making the Romulan military suffer.
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