Disturbing Thoughts

[Savros 0]

Savros sat at the Science station 2. He was troubled. Ever since this coup started he began experiencing doubts. Could he somehow apply the Prime Directive in this matter?

 

He pulled a toggle switch, pressed a button and looked into the scanners. The sensors showed no significant change in the inversion layer. Of course there wouldn't be any. They hadn't had time to address the problem. All the time Abe and he had spent trying to determine the nature of the inversion layer would now be pushed aside for more urgent matters.

Did the Klingons deserve to live? He surprised himself for considering the question. Of the races he had known or studied, the warrior tendency always seemed to fade away in favor of better manners. How had the Klingons survived for so long? In fact, they had only survived based on the the work of other races. They stole technological advances and forged weapons from the worlds they conquered.

 

He looked around the Bridge. Lessard was busy scanning channels for more transmissions to or from the planet, and evidently listening to Klingon Opera. Was that enough to spare a race? Certainly they were filled with a passionate history, but Vulcans denied their passions. They were too destructive. No, that was not enough, at least in Savros' opinion. They needed to learn from their mistakes and turn from them.

 

Turning still, he noticed Lieutenant (J.G.) Doug again at the tactical station. It was obvious that he experienced discomfort from his stabbing. Perhaps he was lucky to be alive.

 

This was the law of the harvest. You reap what you sow. Would the Federation be better off without the Klingon Empire? The effect of losing the Empire would lead to massive and wide spread destabilization, but it would settle. The Romulans and others would take their due. In the end, everything would shift and settle like tectonic plates. Their would be death, destruction and chaos for 30 or more years. Perhaps Cardassia would come out of its shell. Maybe others would find a way to imprison this dying race like they would do to others. Maybe they would be sold out like Orion slaves, something they supported...