Log entry 2-5-00.9

Necrosabor recording.

The slaughter between the Klingons, Romulans and myself went rather well. They retreated to their vessels, but in all that, I must say it is a taxing business keeping the crew out of harm's way.

Sigh: I feel I'm getting to old for this job… how many worlds have I defended ever sense the death of my own?

Hmm, maybe I should go and meditate this one over with Mr. Spock. After that, I think it's time I move on to the next multiverse that calls me.

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