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Title   Personal Log - Michael Evans - Dark Reflections - MD03, 0500 hrs
Author   Lieutenant Commander Michael Evans
Posted   Thu Jun 04, 2009 @ 10:58pm
As I sit on the Bridge watching the endless swirls of the Golden Discontinuity bluster by the viewscreen, the image of the Cardassian/Klingon icon I saw on that mining station keeps nudging me most uncomfortably in the back of my mind. The Cardassian Raptor seems to always be glaring at me even from my own memory. The image is so wrong. The idea of Klingons and Cardassians, two races who loath each other as much as any can, working together so closely that they merge their imperial icons is… quite disturbing.

It’s almost inconceivable what such an empire would look like. The one finding glory in battle and conquest, holding points of honor like hard-won medals pinned to the breast. A boastful race of bald passions and lust. The other wielding the more subtle arts of politics and subversive deceit like a rapier thrust silently from the shadows. A manipulative culture that will bend the minds and will of its own populace through various means of twisted cozening. The brutality of what must be done by such an alliance of these two cultures is… beyond what I choose to reckon.

I fervently hope that whatever business Commodore Iluvar decides must be done, will be over and done with soon.