Stardate: 2376-10-06, log entry 4672. We are still on course for earth, this mission was over, and we had seen the Koranians, a race of Barbaric Cannibalistic Savagery, and what they could do if they ever reached our Universe. We as well stopped along the way, at Anarn, the Homeworld of the Anokian Empire. Once again the good people of Anarn, celebrated the return of the one in which we had saved on Ogla II, called Princess Wanana. She was saved, with two more Sentient beings. One of them was a young Lamorian female. The second was new to all of us, and the Thugolian slave master that owned her like property, had cut her tongue out, to silence her. The question I would be asking, was why? They called her a Terranian, the last of her kind. I hope when she awakes, and we have repaired her a new tongue, she would tell us her story. I am hoping to learn more about this stranger, before reaching earth. I was originally assigned to the Warship Sumara, because the Targonions, an Advanced Alien race wanted a Human Commander, who would uphold the peace, where no human has ever gone before. Someone who could deal with the diplomacy, and the Communications, of Alien races that we would find out here among the cosmos, well beyond the expanse. My name is Commander Richard Alexander, and these are my Journals, I wish to share of my time aboard the Warship Sumara.