[He leans back with a small sigh.] I hardly know where to start. We were plagued with problems the moment we left spacedock. We got caught up in what some called a temporal cold war, which is the reason meeting people from other times doesn't exactly bother me; I'm a little bit used to it. The simple version, if there is one, is that a number of factions with the ability to travel in time attempted to alter the timeline as they saw fit, and others tried to stop them.
Every other race we bumped into were hard to get to know, if not outright hostile, or at least it seemed that way to me. Questions of when and where we should interfere or not. Mounting tensions between two long hostile races we were trying to be allies with. A lot of...nonsense with some races. When we got into our third year, a species we'd never heard of sent a probe to Earth that killed seven million people, and we had to fly into an extremely dangerous and unmapped by our allies region of space, alone, with no idea where we were going or who we were looking for other than a name, to try and stop a massive planet-destroying weapon they were building. That was a difficult year, to say the least.
I could go on. Issues with trying to make nice with the Klingons, issues with the Vulcan government, issues with our own people, attempting to broker peace between four different species, including ours, in a coalition. Increased hostile activity from the Romulans--oh, they were the lovely fellows who had a cloaked minefield where I almost lost my leg--which the Coalition tried to ignore because they were sneaky bastards who didn't leave much proof behind. Coridan Prime. The Kobayashi Maru. Columbia. Everything that led up to the official declaration of war with the Romulans.
[He looks tired. Beer? Beer. That will help. Malcolm shakes his head as if to clear it.] I'm not going to say all of our decisions through the years were the right ones, but we were the only human explorers out there just trying to figure out the unknown spaces around us. We could only do what we thought was best with the information and means that we had. So yes, we had an exciting many years before the war.
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Every other race we bumped into were hard to get to know, if not outright hostile, or at least it seemed that way to me. Questions of when and where we should interfere or not. Mounting tensions between two long hostile races we were trying to be allies with. A lot of...nonsense with some races. When we got into our third year, a species we'd never heard of sent a probe to Earth that killed seven million people, and we had to fly into an extremely dangerous and unmapped by our allies region of space, alone, with no idea where we were going or who we were looking for other than a name, to try and stop a massive planet-destroying weapon they were building. That was a difficult year, to say the least.
I could go on. Issues with trying to make nice with the Klingons, issues with the Vulcan government, issues with our own people, attempting to broker peace between four different species, including ours, in a coalition. Increased hostile activity from the Romulans--oh, they were the lovely fellows who had a cloaked minefield where I almost lost my leg--which the Coalition tried to ignore because they were sneaky bastards who didn't leave much proof behind. Coridan Prime. The Kobayashi Maru. Columbia. Everything that led up to the official declaration of war with the Romulans.
[He looks tired. Beer? Beer. That will help. Malcolm shakes his head as if to clear it.] I'm not going to say all of our decisions through the years were the right ones, but we were the only human explorers out there just trying to figure out the unknown spaces around us. We could only do what we thought was best with the information and means that we had. So yes, we had an exciting many years before the war.