Captain's Log Stardate 50800.33

I can't sleep. I received our orders from starfleet command late last night and I can't sleep. I've seen my fair share of battles before, God knows that this ship, this crew, and I have seen combat and then some. This is different. Tomorrow, I should say later today really, we're to rendezvous with the Starfleet-Klingon Taskforce and proceed to Torros III. It's all classified so far, but by tomorrow night it will be headline news. We're attacking the Dominion, finally.

They have gone too far with their incursions into the Alpha Quadrant, and it's about time we stopped them. I've been informed by Admiral Ross that their main fleet is headed for Deep Space 9 and this is the time to strike. I don't like the idea of leaving other Starfleet officers to face such odds, but the shipyards at Torros III will be the major facility for the Dominion war effort. We have to strike now. I hope they'll forgive us, considering what we go to do.

It will be strange working with Klingons again, I think the Churchill still has some disruptor damage somewhere along the hull, but I'll put that to one side for now. I'm not sure Terry will, but then he has reason to hate them. Poor old Terry he still hasn't recovered from the death of Rachel. I would offer him shore leave, but I need him now more than ever. We all need to be on top form, but I need my XO if this ship is going to fight, and fight it will.

Suppose I should get some sleep really, can't have a cloudy head tomorrow.

Good luck to us all and Godspeed.

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