Kristom Stardate 46234.2
Science Officer's Logs ... Star Trek: Starbase 27 ... Starbase 27 ... Star Trek: The Triangle Missions
Perhaps I should take to spinning a dabo wheel before rising from bed. Logical attempts at planning my days are proving to be no more effective. Activities had begun to resume more prosaic patterns aside from occasional interactions with Emony. She doesn't seem to have established a personal identity or consistent schedule yet, despite my attempts to encourage such development in her. Commander Seth Fowler has asked P'Kyrr and I to redouble our efforts with Emony and her creators, as the families who suffered loss to the Solanogen-based species have begun efforts at redress. I can only hope the Federation Diplomatic Corps puts forth their best efforts in this case, as I continue to feel that much can be gained by working with the Solanogen species.
But even all this can be considered normal when compared to kidnapping by Romulan agents and dragooned into a decades-long effort to protect the galaxy from total warfare. A clumsy attempt at kidnapping by Human patsies for the Romulans lead P'Kyrr and I back to his family's home on Regulus V. I must say that Regulan cuisine and climate were most enjoyable. It's too bad we discovered the secret star chart P'Kyrr's father Sh'raal encrypted onto an isolinear chip so quickly. I would have liked to enjoyed the charms of Regulus V, or Ptah in its native language, for a while longer. Still, clever of Sh'raal to have hidden the isolinear chip in a primitve timepiece with the key to unlocking it carved into a similarly archaic fashion accesssory. The training given to Starfleet Intelligence agents is indeed impressive. Sadly, training quality is similarly high in Romulan Tal Shiar agents who ordered our abduction. If it wasn't for another undercover Starfleet Intelligence agent revealing himself, our escape would have been most unlikely. Although given the way the Universe has been acting lately, I should no better than to lay odds.
After returning to the Runabout Caspian we had been abducted from, we followed the now two-thirds completed star chart to the Lutien system in a remote edge of The Triangle. Events proceeded at a breakneck pace from their as we were alternately chased by Commander Nara in her Romulan warbird and then rescued by Captain Vahkta of the IKV K'Tang. Placing our trust in the honorable intentions of a Klingon claiming allegience to Gowron, we met with Captain Vahkta aboard the K'Tang and were finally told the full story of this mission we found ourselves caught up in. Apparently some Weapon of Galactic Destruction had been discovered by Sh'raal, Captain Vahkta and a Romulan agent over 25 years ago. Senseless combat over the Weapon was averted when all three agents realized that any single power controlling the weapon would result in the others' annhiliation, and agreed to safeguard the Weapon by keeping it secret and dividing up its location among them. The Romulan agent was unfortunately found out by the Tal Shiar and tortured into revealing her information as well as the agreement between the three agents. Captain Vahkta believes that Sh'raal chose to safeguard his portion of the star chart by fleeing his home and family before taking his own life, a very depressing bit of information I'm sad to see P'Kyrr have to learn. Realizing what the Romulans were up to, Captain Vahkta implored us to aid him in destroying the Weapon to prevent it from being the catalyst in a new war. Thanks to Korval's credentials with Starfleet Intelligence, we were able to summon reinforcements in the form of the USS Potemkin and USS Niven of Starfleet Task Force: Triangle.
Having thus rendered the galaxy safe once again, P'Kyrr and I returned to Starbase 27 and our daily routines, although I have my doubts as to how long those will last. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to talk more with Korval before he transferred over to the Niven. I wonder if that's even his real name? Unlikely, given that he was undercover when he was introduced to us. Still, a chance to learn more about the Romulans would have been most welcome. Perhaps our paths will cross again. Until then, I hope that all such exciting events be inflicted upon someone else, as I long for more predictable days. I would rather excitement and unexpected discoveries remain confined to my laboratory and experiments. Things are usually much safer that way. So I go to sleep now with visions of subspace distortion fields and inverse phase matrices firmly in my head, with hopes that the dreams they inspire will give birth to the reality of tomorrow. For perhaps my dreams can grasp what tomorrow brings, if my imagination cannot.
