Isamu Kasamto Logs

Posted on Wed Nov 9th, 2022 @ 1:43am by Warrant Officer Ahira Kasamoto

June 7, 2336 Hail to the Emperor, or whatever I'm required to say here. Don't get me wrong, I am quite loyal to the Empire and to its current leader. I have sworn fealty towards him and I meant it then and I mean it now. It's just sometimes I think that some of the pomp and circumstance can get a bit much.

I've been assigned to the ISS Booth for the past eighteen months and have been quite happy. Captin Moeaw has been fair in the distribution of spoils and I even made lieutenant without having to kill my superior officer. My quarterly evaluations haven't been spectacular, but they've been slightly above average.

I've been told two things were holding me back from perfect, or close-to-perfect scores. One, I need to be less forthcoming (keep my damned mouth shut in other words), and I need to be better at strategy.

I wasn't sure what to think when Moeaw called me to his office. The investigations I'd been running were pretty cut and dried so routine that I didn't think they would draw the Captian's attention, and I hadn't done anything wrong.

But there were so many things it could have been. Just because I hadn't done anything disloyal, foolish sometimes, but never disloyal, didn't mean a thing. Someone could have accused me of some indiscretion even if they just made it up. It had happened before to people I know. It's not a comforting thought.

My worries were relieved when I got to Moeaw's Readyroom and he was smiling. He didn't smile much, so that was a good sign.

"Looks like you won't be with us much longer Lieutenant," he'd told me.

I was hoping the smile hadn't been ominous. "Beg pardon?"

Showing his canines he said, "You're being transferred. At least temporarily. You're going undercover."

June 20, 2336: Being undercover sucks. You have to become someone you're not. It's not about acting. In fact, if you try acting you're going to fail, and failure means death. No, you have to know that character you're playing, better than you know yourself. You have to become the person inside and out. If you fuck up, just once, you may not get a second chance.

So there is a lot of tension, and you can never relax, or let your guard down. Then, the cherry on the top of this shit sundae, boredom Most of the time you're just treading water waiting for the break that you need to bring down whoever it is you're hunting.

So, here I am sitting on this backwater planet that the Empire has designated as Darius 5. The planet has plenty of resources, so I can see why we want to take it and soon will take it. But right now it's no man's landwhich makes it dangerous. It has this whole wild west feel to it which is kind of exciting and kind of terrifying at the same time.

I've been in Malik for almost two weeks now posing as a smuggler and so far I've come up with empty. That's not good for the mission, and it's not good for me. I've done more tavern crawls here than I want to count. The place that feels like it's going to be the most promising is called the Vulgar Unicorn. As you might expect, it's earned its name. The Unicorn is standing on its hind legs and, well let's just say it's really hung.

To call it a dive bar would have been generous. I'm sure the owner knows what a replicator is, but he doesn't have one here. I've gotten friendly with him, friendly enough so that I got him to hire me to barback for him. It's not glamorous, but it gives me access, and he's given me a room above the bar for free.

I started a couple of days ago. So far, nothing exciting, but there are a hell of a lot of suspicious people.

June 28, 2336: Eureka! Praise the Universe! Real progress! I know it's been a week or so, since my last entry, but I haven't really had much to add until now, and I'm not really the kind of guy that is touchy, feely kind of guy that likes to share his feelings. Maybe that's why I'm single. Or, maybe I just haven't found the right woman yet.

But my plan worked. I wasn't sure that it would. There's a group that meets in one of the backrooms. They call themselves the Family. I don't know much about them yet, but I know that they are very private, they're criminals and they're involved in a lot of shady things. At this point, I don't think they are a threat to the Empire, but I don't know that for sure.

July 7, 2336: Today, I met one of the leaders of the little band of thugs. She's not the one in charge, but I know she wants to be. She as much as told me that when I bought her drinks. And I damn well better get a promotion out of this. I had to play nice to a fucking Romulan. Okay, maybe she does have an exotic look, but she's not Terran. Totally disgusting. But we all have our crosses to bear.

I think I'm just going to have to bite the bullet as the old saying goes and see how close to her I can get. After all, she is just a Romulan, how clever and dangerous as she can be. It will be a sacrifice, but all I have to do is pretend I'm interested and I'll reel her in. It will take time, but I'm willing to do that for the Empire and to prove myself worthy. The woman's name is Niritha and I am going to play her like a violin.

Sept 4, 2336: Niritha and I have been seeing each other for almost two months, and we've been intimate a few times. For being a Romulan, she isn't half bad. At least I no longer despise her. She has a sharp mind, looks good, and is passionate about those things she has an interest in. Plus, she knows what she wants and goes after it. She has already supplied me with a lot of information. I'll have to be very careful if I don't want the bitch to pull out a knife and stable me in my back when I'm asleep.

I'll send my report by the week's end. will hopefully have some news to share.

December 19, 2336

Yeah, yeah I know wtf am I supposed to have sent a report end about three months ago, but I'm sorry. Okay, I'm oy sorry. Fuck the Emporer. He hasn't done anything for me. I was blinded by this Terran supremacy. Not just blinded, but poisoned by it. The Family is no threat to the Empire. We're no threat to the Empire.

Let me make it clear that I'm not a rebel, I'm not trying to overthrow the Empire, or join the Alliance, nothing like that. And, I sure as hell haven't become a Boy Scout. I've just become an entrepreneur and a man in love.

This is my last entry. I am declaring my independence. I'm going to make a shit load of money and raise a family. Darius V may not be perfect but it's not under anyone's thumb.