Lt.(jg) Arphazad Lo'Ami's Personal Log

[LoAmi 0]

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Personal Log, Stardate 10302.04. "Go to the planet... solve the problem."  That is how the Vogarts began their test of our... something.  I've had it up to here ...

:: shakes right hand flat over head for about half a second ::

... with "superior" beings testing us against their ideas of moral standards.  What would they have us do?  All of our actions were entirely justified.  They attacked first; we responded with nonlethal force.  They continued to attack, we retreated.  We tried feeding them, we tried to learn from the natives.  And they claim that we are somehow not ready for the company of their glorious presences?

 

Admittedly, for a few moments, while the creatures were attacking the other away team members, all I could think of was getting advice on how to kill them.  But, the same thoughts would surely cross the mind of even the most rational, unemotional Vulcan.

 

After I was released from sickbay, fully recovered from radiation poisoning sustained from the failure of my biosuit, I checked the sensor logs.  The final scan taken before we were thrust back into Federation space indicated that the planet was as devoid of humanoid life as it had been when we had first scanned it.  The whole scenario was a Vogart trick.  The native inhabitants, the war, the radiation, the creatures... all were part of an elaborate fabrication.

 

While I am grateful that we escaped with our lives, I still can't help wondering about the failure of our mission to contact the Vogarts.  As a scientist, the answer to the ultimate question has remained hidden: "Why?"

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