The year is 2371, and my name is Commander Richard Alexander. My friends call me Richard. I was originally assigned to the Sumara's crew, because they wanted a Commander who would uphold the peace, between three Galaxies, and to carry that peace to other worlds, where no human has gone before. Someone who could deal with the diplomacy, and the communications, of now seven races of Aliens. Once it took us five years to cross the expanse. Now it takes us only less than a day, to cross that great expanse between three Galaxies. My crew who I was to rendezvous with this afternoon, has been on shore leave for the last year or so, while the Sumara was being outfitted with some of the newest hardware, and weaponry systems, from seven Alien races who gave the best of their technology that they had, and re-engineered it, back into the Sumara, and so we now had Wormhole drive engines. I had heard of a new enemy that we were now facing called the Malsickorians, and others, even more ruthless than the Wamparians or the Klagonians. I had just returned from the Targonion Empire, on Genesis. This is where I was spending time with my family, of brothers and sisters. I was speaking to Quenelly on a matter to find out who the Malsickorians are, and if the stories of a race called the Malgorians are even true. Once again, my name is Commander Richard Alexander, and these are my Journals, of my time aboard the Warship Sumara.