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Author's note: It has been a very long time since I was a fourth place finisher in the Philadelphia Regional Caesar Translation Competition. My Latin is *very* rusty. All errors are my own. Sister Rita, have mercy on me!
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Veni. Vidi. Victus sum.
Animas Katerinae divisus est in partes duas. Una pars, bonae, nota est quadrienniis narratione. Haec pars pietates viries virtutiem sapientiam misericordiamque habet. Illa pars, malae, nostrii incognita est. Patientiam tristitiam culpam et intemperantiam humilitatis habet. De illias dicero.
Vocatus sum ad acerium…
I came. I saw. I am defeated.
The spirit (soul) of Kathryn is divided into two parts. One part, (by name) the good, is well-known (to you-understood) (by the agency of) story-telling four years in duration. This part contains/encompasses devotion to duty, strength of character, physical courage, wisdom and compassion. The latter part, (called) the bad, is unfamiliar to us. It encompasses passivity, low spirits (depression), guilt (regarding a sin or offense) and self-indulgent abasement. It is concerning this latter (part) I will speak.
I am summoned to the battlefield about the fourth hour of the 53rd day of our journey in the empty place. The battle field is (a place) known as The Captain's Quarters. This territory belongs to the enemy and she has prepared it well, throwing up breastwork of darkness and walls of isolation. I send forth messengers (to her) bearing terms of surrender. The messengers are turned back before they reached the walls (of the enemy's fortress). Accordingly, I prepare my troops for battle.
First, I divide my forces into two parts. The First Cohort, an appeal to her sense of duty/oligation, is a veteran force, the victor in many battles. I send it out the First Cohort, holding the Second in reserve, to attack her isolation and draw her forth to the battle. The enemy responds and sends forth her legions to repulse my troops. She turns back my feint with proclamations of indifference and a willingness to let me run the ship. I withdraw my troops, hoping she will follow them into the open where we can have a honest discussion. But she is wily and does not follow.
I send my Second Cohort out to attack. The Second Cohort is an unblooded troop of personal appeals. I send out bandishments of holodeck time and companionship. Both are refused outright and I withdraw them.
The Captain holds the superior position and has the advantage of the lay of the land. She attacks, sending forth vehement declarations of her bad judgment and guilt. She lashes forth again and again and my troops are unable to counter her arguments. My replies are deflected and rendered ineffective.
Then, having defeated my best intentions, the enemy retreats again to the safety of the darkness and her isolation.
I withdraw from the Captain's quarters, defeated, but I am determined to lay seige to her fortifications and march on the Ready Room where I summon General Tuvok to a conference. We draw up a plan of attack and begin preparations for the next battle.
FINIS