Personal Log Stardate 74033.8
Gul Dukat. I saw him. I talked to him. I bandied words with him. I feel sick. The one Cardassian most responsible for the rape of Bajor and the murder of its citizens, the one Cardassian I least wanted to meet (or is it most wanted to meet?), is sitting in his ship directly in front me.
Does Starfleet even know how this twists me? Does it know that I want to avenge the murder of millions? How I can I let him be? How can I let him escape justice?
But I realize there is nothing legally, ethically or realistically can do. As much I would love to blow him out of space, I am not sure the Avenger, as good as she is, could take on a Galor class battleship.
I have run into Cardassians before, but they had been the enemy both of Bajor and the Federation. This is the first time I have met them since the peace treaty. I don’t know what I should feel. Anger, hostility, caution, pessimism, doubt? I feel them all. Mostly though, it is mistrust I feel. Despite his calm smile, smug attitude. Dukat is worried about something, something about that ship he doesn’t want us to know.
I wonder what Lt. Kubus is feeling. After this is over, she and I will have a long chat over some hasperat. But for now, we have a job to do. I have to put these feelings aside and accomplish our mission.
Captain Faren Reon 