Played first few levels of the Legacy of Romulus. Sticking so far to my plan to write stories from my character’s perspective. I don’t plan to recap the mission, writing them from my character’s viewpoint. Actually, as I write this, I think I’ll just write little blog style entries from his viewpoint. I’ll save the full format fiction for brand new stories. At least maybe. This is all experimental.

Note: Aehallh means “Monster” in the Romulan tongue. Yeah, my guy is a Reman, but it’s not like you can pronounce it anyways.

Had a bit of a rest at the cafe. I enjoyed an experimental brew of some kind of beans S’anra, the cafe owner, started growing. Apparently it is based on a human drink called “coffee”. It’s not the same, she told me. I can only hope whatever coffee is tastes better than this. It’s far too sweet, and far too sour. And I don’t understand how a brown bean makes a pink drink.

Tovan is waving at me. I will see what’s going on.

Lots of excitement with the khellids and the vineyard, and whatever that was I found if the cave. Can’t wait for the festival tonight. That’s what I had a drink in the market, but I was promised something special later. It’s nice to finally be doing what I have wanted to do for such a long time. Farming, and researching farming techniques.

The fruits of the vineyard and the tapping tonight is what everyone is talking about today, but later this week some of my new melons will me ready, and I hope they are as good as expected. I’ve got several of the fruit vendors already wanting to make deals with me to sell them.

This is not how everything was supposed to happen. Our home is being destroyed. In a moment, once again, everything we know and love have been destroyed.

By our own people, just with selfish ideals based on greed and power-thirsty killers.

I will kill each and every one I find who has taken part in this.

Made it to D’Tan’s flotilla. I met someone named Hakeev. I want to finish what we started next time we meet.

Perhaps I cannot be a farmer as I wanted, but I can still protect my people. Some may see me as set apart because I am not a Romulan like those I live with, and yes there are other Remans with us here, but on Verinat we treated everyone as equals. I see every Romulan and Reman refugee as my people. Even though who’s roots have no blood ties to Romulus yet whose lives were there and had it shattered when they escaped with us. These are my people.