Memory Transcription Subject: Thaq Rouge Farsul Archivest Standardized Human Time: May 4th 1979

I hated this robotic suit I had to wear, it was cumbersome and stuffy, but soon I will not need it, for my mission soon closes. Those stupid predators, those savages elected me to lead one of their more powerful tribe’s, now I can start my grand plan to wipe out this species under my deranged former colleagues' noses. All it will take is escalating this so called “cold war” and destabilizing this tribe. Soon enough this blight on the galaxy will wipe itself out.

[april 2nd 1982]

The Humans have played into my hands even more so then I could expected. The Falklands a island owned by this tribe has just been invaded by another tribe now I can mobilize this tribe’s pathetic fleet to put it in harm’s way to start the spiral of escalation to nuclear armageddon, just got to play the right way to not give away my true motives as there is alot more to Human war and politics then the federation realize.

[ June 14th 1982]

They surrendered… THEY SURRENDERED!? Ok ok ok just got to stick to the main plan of hoping to stoke war between the two big main human tribes surely they will succumb to bloodlust eventually… right? I mean they did call me “The Iron Lady”.

[28th of November 1990]

My plan lies in Ruins… the main tribe I need for nuclear war is colapseing peacefully PEACEFULLY and I have been voted out of office. Even worse I cant return to the federation, if the Shadow Caste and Archives hear what I tried id be put in a PD facility… im stuck here in this cursed infernal machine… even worse even the tribe I am from has started turning against me seeing me as controversial. Im doomed!