Agent Jones - Department of Temporal Investigations Personal Field Log: Stardate 63026.0, Earthdate December 25, 2385.
Why must we go through such long explanations? I mean, seriously, I wish those we interact with would just respect our authority; these stubborn academy recruits try my patience. I suppose I should be taking note from Agent Smith, that emotionless, hard-headed Vulcan! He sat flying the shuttle during the entire briefing! Granted, we were in enemy territory, using a holo-emitter and falsifying our transponder to match a Toron shuttle... but still! He could have at least acknowledged the little pointy-eared runt. Then again, maybe that is precisely the reason why he ignored us: she was all dressed up to look like a fellow Andorian (even though I could tell the difference right away!). Maybe Agent Smith simply didn't want to see one of his own posing as a blue goddess... But I digress.
I'll say this for her: she's a tough one, this T'Kala. Maybe not the fortitude and strength of an Andorian female, but for a pointed-eared Vulcan, she definitely has spark! A few times, I almost forgot she belonged to my partner's race. Maybe if the circumstances were right, I could test just how much her Vulcan pain (and pleasure) thresholds could endure... But again, I digress.
The abduction went without fail. She was traveling with Kabrina - that female Mr. Scott was so protective of - and I don't believe she was able to identify me, since I pushed her to the side. *laughs* That female fell at the slightest touch! But it was a perfect diversion to grab T'Kala by the arm and do a quick recall back to the shuttle.
I'll be the first to admit, however, that my anger got the best of me. (It's been doing that quite a bit, lately.) Mr. Smith has yet to teach me that Vulcan breathing trick he does, but as always, after speaking with my old partner, I was able to collect myself a bit and talk to the blue-skinned, green-blooded contradiction.
I described our predicament (albeit, a condensed need-to-know version), and tried my best to get her to understand the threat looming on the horizon. She seemed unimpressed, until I brought to light the ultimatum I previously used on Devon Scott: If she were to help the TDI, I would make sure their - all of their - insubordinate acts remain... undisclosed. Very unusual reaction, for a Vulcan: a sense of concern washed over her face, followed by a quick resolve to help. Maybe this little Vulcan actually had feelings for those pink-skins. I swear, understanding the nature of Vulcans is harder than understanding the nature of temporal anomalies!
Whatever the reason, she agreed to help us... A decision she may soon regret, I'm sure, for it's not every day you are sent to infiltrate a Borg sphere. I hope the little racial-confused girl is up for it... To think: our very universe may rest on her perfectly radiant, heaving, ample bosom... but, admittedly, I digress.