These last years, I feel as if I have been trapped in some kind of time warp. So many things have happened, seemingly all at once — battles, invasions, victories, losses, deaths — and yet, it’s almost as if no time has passed at all. 2409 was a year that we will never forget, it seemed to stretch into seasons beyond number.
But now, it is 2413. Though the Khitomer Accords are still shattered, the war with the Federation has all but ended. After the Undine involvement had been revealed, all it took was time for cooler heads in the Empire and the UFP to prevail, once personal agendas had been set aside and honor was satisfied.
The MhaQ’Beth is a fine vessel. In my younger days, never would I have imagined myself a General, nor in command of such a starship as a Vo’Quv class carrier. My crew, the ever-broadening “band of misfits” as Admiral D’Vak once called them, have served with honor. The High Command have tried to take MhaQ’Beth from me, but every offer of another, “better” or “more prestigious” command seems like a bribe, an attempt to get me away from where I can do most good, because my “honorable service” is nonetheless embarrassing to the politically-minded.
After all, I am still more scientist than warrior, even after so long. My crew and I seek the truth of things, and will not blindly follow self-aggrandizing orders of those who believe that perpetual war is the only path to glory. I hope for the renewal of our alliance with the Federation; we are stronger together than apart, and only a fool willfully blinds himself to that fact.
Recently, the High Council seems to have shifted the focus of their embarrassment from my person to my choice of crew. They may have been forced to grudgingly accept the ghot’e’ loD vIneH who became a general, but the rest of my people still have no place in the Empire. A Deferi half-breed, a Reman outcast, and a Jem’Hadar anomaly least of all. And so we are consigned to the hinterlands of space, and sent to play diplomat.
That is well. Out here, I feel as if I can do some good, and fight the real battles that the High Council refuses to acknowledge. We have more enemies than they know, and more allies than they will admit. And so we fight on, for the Empire, for the Quadrant, for our allies and for our honor. But most of all, for each other. Out here, the real war is about to begin.
We have expelled the Jem’Hadar petaQpu from Deep Space 9, and the Federation has reclaimed the station. Though we have been at war for some time now, the threat of the increased Borg presence in the Alpha Quadrant, has let cooler heads prevail for now. Add to that the ever-present threat of the Undine, the Reman unrest and the possible return of the Iconians… we have bigger targ to hunt than just the Federation.
Task Force Omega has set off for Gamma Orionis, and the MhaQ’Beth will join them shortly. For honor, for glory, yes. But more for the sake of the Empire, and the whole of the Alpha Quadrant.
And for you, my love. Thelon-Shal… bomDI’ ‘IwwIj qaqaw. Though the traitors who took you from me have been sent on their way to torment in Gre’thor, the memory of you still sings in my blood.
You would like Vrunkir. His is an inquisitive mind, and though he knows little of Klingon honor, he has both a warrior’s heart and a peaceful spirit. The strength of the Remans flows in his blood, but his Deferi-born belief in the Great Balance guides him. He is young, but he will learn, and bring much honor to himself and our house.