Cascade – It starts with a ... (Diplomatic thread)
by Commander Karen Villiers & Lieutenant Rex Mett & UFP Ambassador Valtek & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin & Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal & Alderman Dorian Gabriel & Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC)
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You are formally invited...
Valtek re-read the location of the reception, and made his way there. So far it appeared that he was going to be quite busy for the foreseeable future. Diplomatic conferences, receptions, meetings, talks. Some of it was good, while others sounded immensely dull. Valtek wasn't one to dwell on that which could not be altered. Kaiidth, after all. What is, is.
The room was relatively empty as Valtek entered, and he took a spot near the back observatory window with his hands clasped behind him.
[Romulan Embassy]
Koval tr'Rul shifted uneasily in his chair, his for now anyway. The prospect of this meeting was not one that filled him with elation; his hold on the Embassy was too tenuous for him to enjoy the occasion. He would not admit even to himself that he doubted his place among the other ambassadors, his peers.
He waited a few more minutes then got to his feet before summoning an aide to meet him at the Diplomatic suite. Meanwhile he returned to his quarters and donned the most extravagant robes he could muster, armour against the alien foes. A disguise to bolster his confidence. Only then did he make his way to the Diplomatic suite.
[In the Turbolift]
"Quite frankly, the entire Detapa Council has gone crazy and it appears as if we are the only ones who can save them, A'Dan." The Cardassian Legate said in a pressed tone to his aide. "They select that buffoon to preside as Ambassador for our people and what does he do? He wastes his time gallivanting with various tramps and trollops on the station." Hydel Turvan stated as he and his attache' exited the lift towards the suites.
"Not to mention that foolish treaty they signed with the Federation disbanding Central Command. In one fell swoop they did more to decimate our military force than ANYTHING the Jem'Hadar or the Federation could muster." He continued.
"But mark my words, I have plans for our people. Those plans will most certainly include this station. . ." He said as he painted a smile on his face as the doors to the suite opened to an almost empty room.
[Diplomatic Suite, main room]
Valtek stared placidly in their direction, his hands clasped behind him customarily. His Vulcan hearing had some use, but of course, what else could one expect from Legate Turvan. Valtek had done his research on all those who would be attending this reception, which included the summation of the station's diplomatic personnel. Turvan, along with a few others, stood out as having distinctly separate interests and agendas to DS5. Valtek gave them the impression he had heard nothing, and merely turned his back toward them, facing the window once more.
Hydel was taken aback. That Vulcan clearly saw him enter the room and he never gave me so much as a nod, a smile, or even a cocked eyebrow. Perhaps he was not aware of just who he was. Although the Legate found it hard to believe that any person of importance on this station would not be aware of him.
"Good afternoon, I take it you are a representative for the Federation onboard the station?" Legate Hydel Turvan stated to the older dignitary. "I'm Legate Hydel Turvan, Cardassian Empire." He said as he extended his hand to the Vulcan.
He turned slightly as the legate sidled up to him. "Ambassador Valtek, Federation Department of State." The Vulcan grasped Turvan's hand firmly, but held it only a few moments. His stare was calm and unblinking. "I am the Federation Envoy to this station," he confirmed. Valtek found when dealing with other species, especially those not aligned with the Federation, it was best to cultivate an image of Vulcan perfection at all times.
The large sliding doors opened once more, and a slightly larger than average Ferengi stepped through. "Good day!" he called, smiling and waving a hand toward them. Ambassador Janus tended to surprise people.
Valtek did arch an eyebrow at that. "Ambassador Janus." It appeared the two knew one another. Surely, that wouldn't go over well with the Cardassian. Valtek was familiar with the Ferengi, and not with him.
"Well, I s'ppose it isn't surprising seeing you here, what with the current state of events. We knocked out quite a few economic opponents in our day." Janus smiled again and held out a hand to Turvan. "I'm Janus, Ferenginar Representative."
"Charmed," Turvan replied with a lack of enthusiasm. Since the fall of Central Command, the Detapa Council had made significant overtures towards the Ferenginar government for financial assistance. It was bad enough to have to seek humanitarian aid from the Federation, but to receive advice from a Ferengi on how to run and maintain a financial infrastructure was beyond demoralizing.
"Do you have any more of an idea what was was the purpose of this summons?" Turvan asked.
Valtek remained silent, as he found over the course of his political career that silence was often the best course of action. Whether one knew information or not.
Janus on the other hand did not employ such tactics and merely offered a breezy, "I'm not certain. We have tons of diplomatic representatives on the station. Word has it the Romulans are restless, too. Maybe it's a way of introducing us all, laying our goals out. That sort of thing."
"THE ROMULANS ARE UP TO SOMETHING, would have been a more descriptive sentence, Ambassador!" Kregtor bellowed in his bombastic voice as he made his way through the double doors and into the main portion of the suite.
At 6'4", it was difficult for the Klingon to ever be inconspicuous. However, Ambassador Ven'Tak of the Great House of Konjah made it is mission to always make an entrance into a room so that everyone would know that he had arrived. Those who failed to respond obviously had something to hide.
Janus resisted the urge to grin. He always did like Klingons, and this one didn't disappoint. "You think so too, huh?" he asked, severely unfazed by the boisterousness of the Klingon ambassador. The Ferengi may have had a reputation for conniving and cheating, but Janus wasn't an idiot. He could spot a trojan horse when he saw one, and the Romulans were very clearly hiding something.
Valtek simply arched a well practiced brow in Ven'Tak's general direction, seemingly the only response he had yet to give anyone the satisfaction of receiving out of him.
"Why else would they have us all gathered in one room like a pack of scurrying Targs?" He asked the Vulcan Ambassador.
"You suggest the Romulans have summoned us here," Valtek intimated in his calm Shi'kahr accent. Even quietly, Valtek projected a similar aura of presence as the Klingon. "And yet, you came." The observation was minute, but like everything else Valtek did, laden with meaning.
"Hpmmph!" Ven'Tak said in annoyance. "Typical Vulcans, double statements and innuendo, but never the nagh to come out directly and say what they mean!" Ven'Tak said loudly as he took a step towards the Vulcan Ambassador.
Valtek stood in place, his face lifeless as ever.
"Why should I expect anything different from a Federation Ambassador?" He asked rhetorically. "They don't even carry a weapon!" He said loudly to the entire room and walked towards the bar.
"Indeed, Ambassador Ven'Tak." Valtek's tone was a little too innocent.
Melia Krah, a joined Trill representing that particular Federation system could not help but overhear that exchange, though the ability of an earlier host of Krah to lipread may have afforded her something of an advantage. She moved closer, in part to attempt to diffuse what she thought was an attempt to provoke. "I was invited by the Diplomatic Detachment ... as I assume we all were," she said. It was her place to interrupt, if it interfered with the interests of Trill, "If Romulans wish to speak with us, and have petitioned the Federation to facilitate the dialogue, then I am here to listen."
Valtek nodded at Krah, this time his eyes a little more serious. This was an important situation. While poking a little at Ven'Tak was not his finest exercise in subtlety, Valtek hadn't forgotten his mission. In fact, it was part of his calculated precision when it came to interacting with the others. Gauging a person's character was something Valtek had become something of an expert in. Already, he could tell several things about the individuals currently present in the room.
Whatever he felt internally, on the outside Koval t'Rul appeared the epitome of Romulan grandeur. Rich floor length robes of russet toned velvet, somehow both grand and understated at the same time, a haughty aloof expression on his face her muttered something beneath his breath to his aide as he stepped into the filling chamber.
"Ambassadors," he said simply with the meanest nod of acknowledgement.
Valtek turned once more, blinking in tr'Rul's direction. Revealing none of his inner thoughts, and projecting an image of a simplistic Vulcan ambassador with no comprehension of deceit. Valtek simply held his hand up in the ta'al. "Live long and prosper, Ambassador tr'Rul."
"OH HO HO! LOOK WHAT THE SANITATION STATION HAS SPIT OUT!" The Klingon Ambassador announced with a large mug in his hand. "I thought this meeting was for Ambassadors, not their 3rd tier lackeys?" Van'Tek said excitedly as he walked back towards the gathered officials.
"With the rate your embassy is going through representatives I'm sure it'll only be a matter of time before *I'M* the Ambassador." He said with a robust laugh as he took a large gulp from his mug.
"Indeed," tr'Rul said with something of a sneer, "until you are made an Ambassador you might find it wiser to remove yourself from the presence of those who already possess that rank and honour."
The smile on Ven'Tak's face slowly disappeared and was replaced by a much more stern look. He immediately slammed his mug down on the table beside him and strode towards the Romulan. "YOU KNOW NOTHING OF HONOR, YOU MISERABLE P'TAHK!" he said as he came closer to the Romulan.
As he stood within 6 inches of the Romulan he stared down into his eyes. "Perhaps I should remove from the presence of your body that pulsated lump you call a heart." He sneered.
"What Klingons call honour can be observed in any bar, brothel or gutter across the quadratns," tr'Rul replied, his exression not flickering. He might have doubts about his right to hold his place should his predecessor return, but he knew himself to be far and away above this barbarian. "Be gone, and wake the envoy of your Empire from his stupor. I hope he will be more worhty of discourse," tr'Rul said and turned away.
Enraged, Ven'Tak roared his reply, "TURN YOUR BACK ON ME, ROMULAN!?" He erupted. "I ASSURE YOU, IT'LL BE THE LAST MOVE YOU WILL EVER MAKE WITHOUT THE ASSISTANCE OF A HOVER CHAIR!" He bellowed as he reached for his D'k tahg and took half a step towards the retreating Romulan.
Melia Krah placed herself in the path of the Klingon. "I'm not sure you're winning yourself any friends, Ambassador Ven'Tak," the Trill said, "If your words are as sharp as your D'k tahg I'm sure you will have no difficulties in negotiations."
"Out of my way slug-belly, or else I will begin 'negotiating' whose blood my dagger will taste first." The Klingon said in low and determined tone.
[Diplomatic Suite - side room]
"Angela, have you prepared the beverages and data padds in meeting room 1?" Rex questioned his busy PA who was scurrying around the diplomatic suite eagerly awaiting the arrival of diplomats, officers and ambassadors from across the station.
"Yes Sir, I've also arranged for Mia to attend the after school playgroup and your dog Benji has been fed, watered and walked only 40 minutes ago!" she replied, as she straightened her uniform.
"Good, let's hope these discussions are effective!" Rex continued as he signed off on a yeoman's orders and pointed to to the location of non scented, non offensive floral arrangements being carried across the diplomatic centre.
The air in the suite was silent as always, almost clinically still as Karen entered the side room. "Have you a few minutes for me, Lieutenant Rex?" she asked. After all he and his department with legal support from hers would be fielding this circus and she had not yet had time to give the Bolian a full briefing - certainly the official documentation didn't cover the finer nuances of the summit.
"Certainly Commander, please take a seat! Can I get you a beverage?" Rex enthusiastically asked. His passion for following proper procedure often came across as over bearing and amateurish especially with his superiors. Rex moved himself and ushered the commander to the nearby table, currently laid with data padds, glasses and an exquisite Denobulan floral centre peice.
Karen allowed herself a smile, and remained standing, "No thank you, Lieutenant, I know you have guests waiting. As I can have no official role in this summit, you're Starfleet's prime representative. I want to be sure you're comfortable with the situation."
"Certainly Commander, negotiations of this matter may not be my forte but a skill non the less!" Rex said with a glimmer of a smile. His assistant Angela placed a tray of glasses and water jugs on the table and Rex poured himself a glass.
"As the envoy of the Federation Government, I've provided Ambassador Valtek with a full briefing, we still can't be sure how the civilian government will react to the proposal, but for the most part, you're both on the same side," she said.
"It is always difficult to judge the reactions of a civilian authority against larger participants, I am sure myself and Ambassador Valtek will provide a united front during the negotiations!" Rex replied taking a sip from the drink Angela had bought him moments earlier.
"That's good to hear. The benefit to Starfleet of the propsed exchange program is significant, getting personnel on board a Romulan space station or outpost will open the door not only for a new era of co-operation but for technological advancement. DS5 is deemed sufficiently remote for a Romulan presence here not to be a danger to core worlds. I leave it in your capable hands," Karen said hearing a less than dulcit tone extioll the promise I ASSURE YOU, IT'LL BE THE LAST MOVE YOU WILL EVER MAKE WITHOUT THE ASSISTANCE OF A HOVER CHAIR!
As she quietly departed, Karen wondered just how successful this necesary summit was going to be.
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Ven'Tak House of Konjah
Klingon Ambassador
NPC
Romulan Ambassador tr'Rul - NPC by Louise
Trillish Ambassador Melia Krah - NPC by Louise
by Commander Karen Villiers & Lieutenant Rex Mett & UFP Ambassador Valtek & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin & Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal & Alderman Dorian Gabriel & Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC)
Post Details
| Title | It starts with a ... (Diplomatic thread) | |
| Mission | Cascade | |
| Author(s) | Commander Karen Villiers & Lieutenant Rex Mett & UFP Ambassador Valtek & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin & Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal & Alderman Dorian Gabriel & Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) | |
| Posted | Sun Oct 07, 2012 @ 6:17pm | |
| Location | Diplomatic Suite | |
| Timeline | SD70. 16:00 |
Valtek re-read the location of the reception, and made his way there. So far it appeared that he was going to be quite busy for the foreseeable future. Diplomatic conferences, receptions, meetings, talks. Some of it was good, while others sounded immensely dull. Valtek wasn't one to dwell on that which could not be altered. Kaiidth, after all. What is, is.
The room was relatively empty as Valtek entered, and he took a spot near the back observatory window with his hands clasped behind him.
[Romulan Embassy]
Koval tr'Rul shifted uneasily in his chair, his for now anyway. The prospect of this meeting was not one that filled him with elation; his hold on the Embassy was too tenuous for him to enjoy the occasion. He would not admit even to himself that he doubted his place among the other ambassadors, his peers.
He waited a few more minutes then got to his feet before summoning an aide to meet him at the Diplomatic suite. Meanwhile he returned to his quarters and donned the most extravagant robes he could muster, armour against the alien foes. A disguise to bolster his confidence. Only then did he make his way to the Diplomatic suite.
[In the Turbolift]
"Quite frankly, the entire Detapa Council has gone crazy and it appears as if we are the only ones who can save them, A'Dan." The Cardassian Legate said in a pressed tone to his aide. "They select that buffoon to preside as Ambassador for our people and what does he do? He wastes his time gallivanting with various tramps and trollops on the station." Hydel Turvan stated as he and his attache' exited the lift towards the suites.
"Not to mention that foolish treaty they signed with the Federation disbanding Central Command. In one fell swoop they did more to decimate our military force than ANYTHING the Jem'Hadar or the Federation could muster." He continued.
"But mark my words, I have plans for our people. Those plans will most certainly include this station. . ." He said as he painted a smile on his face as the doors to the suite opened to an almost empty room.
[Diplomatic Suite, main room]
Valtek stared placidly in their direction, his hands clasped behind him customarily. His Vulcan hearing had some use, but of course, what else could one expect from Legate Turvan. Valtek had done his research on all those who would be attending this reception, which included the summation of the station's diplomatic personnel. Turvan, along with a few others, stood out as having distinctly separate interests and agendas to DS5. Valtek gave them the impression he had heard nothing, and merely turned his back toward them, facing the window once more.
Hydel was taken aback. That Vulcan clearly saw him enter the room and he never gave me so much as a nod, a smile, or even a cocked eyebrow. Perhaps he was not aware of just who he was. Although the Legate found it hard to believe that any person of importance on this station would not be aware of him.
"Good afternoon, I take it you are a representative for the Federation onboard the station?" Legate Hydel Turvan stated to the older dignitary. "I'm Legate Hydel Turvan, Cardassian Empire." He said as he extended his hand to the Vulcan.
He turned slightly as the legate sidled up to him. "Ambassador Valtek, Federation Department of State." The Vulcan grasped Turvan's hand firmly, but held it only a few moments. His stare was calm and unblinking. "I am the Federation Envoy to this station," he confirmed. Valtek found when dealing with other species, especially those not aligned with the Federation, it was best to cultivate an image of Vulcan perfection at all times.
The large sliding doors opened once more, and a slightly larger than average Ferengi stepped through. "Good day!" he called, smiling and waving a hand toward them. Ambassador Janus tended to surprise people.
Valtek did arch an eyebrow at that. "Ambassador Janus." It appeared the two knew one another. Surely, that wouldn't go over well with the Cardassian. Valtek was familiar with the Ferengi, and not with him.
"Well, I s'ppose it isn't surprising seeing you here, what with the current state of events. We knocked out quite a few economic opponents in our day." Janus smiled again and held out a hand to Turvan. "I'm Janus, Ferenginar Representative."
"Charmed," Turvan replied with a lack of enthusiasm. Since the fall of Central Command, the Detapa Council had made significant overtures towards the Ferenginar government for financial assistance. It was bad enough to have to seek humanitarian aid from the Federation, but to receive advice from a Ferengi on how to run and maintain a financial infrastructure was beyond demoralizing.
"Do you have any more of an idea what was was the purpose of this summons?" Turvan asked.
Valtek remained silent, as he found over the course of his political career that silence was often the best course of action. Whether one knew information or not.
Janus on the other hand did not employ such tactics and merely offered a breezy, "I'm not certain. We have tons of diplomatic representatives on the station. Word has it the Romulans are restless, too. Maybe it's a way of introducing us all, laying our goals out. That sort of thing."
"THE ROMULANS ARE UP TO SOMETHING, would have been a more descriptive sentence, Ambassador!" Kregtor bellowed in his bombastic voice as he made his way through the double doors and into the main portion of the suite.
At 6'4", it was difficult for the Klingon to ever be inconspicuous. However, Ambassador Ven'Tak of the Great House of Konjah made it is mission to always make an entrance into a room so that everyone would know that he had arrived. Those who failed to respond obviously had something to hide.
Janus resisted the urge to grin. He always did like Klingons, and this one didn't disappoint. "You think so too, huh?" he asked, severely unfazed by the boisterousness of the Klingon ambassador. The Ferengi may have had a reputation for conniving and cheating, but Janus wasn't an idiot. He could spot a trojan horse when he saw one, and the Romulans were very clearly hiding something.
Valtek simply arched a well practiced brow in Ven'Tak's general direction, seemingly the only response he had yet to give anyone the satisfaction of receiving out of him.
"Why else would they have us all gathered in one room like a pack of scurrying Targs?" He asked the Vulcan Ambassador.
"You suggest the Romulans have summoned us here," Valtek intimated in his calm Shi'kahr accent. Even quietly, Valtek projected a similar aura of presence as the Klingon. "And yet, you came." The observation was minute, but like everything else Valtek did, laden with meaning.
"Hpmmph!" Ven'Tak said in annoyance. "Typical Vulcans, double statements and innuendo, but never the nagh to come out directly and say what they mean!" Ven'Tak said loudly as he took a step towards the Vulcan Ambassador.
Valtek stood in place, his face lifeless as ever.
"Why should I expect anything different from a Federation Ambassador?" He asked rhetorically. "They don't even carry a weapon!" He said loudly to the entire room and walked towards the bar.
"Indeed, Ambassador Ven'Tak." Valtek's tone was a little too innocent.
Melia Krah, a joined Trill representing that particular Federation system could not help but overhear that exchange, though the ability of an earlier host of Krah to lipread may have afforded her something of an advantage. She moved closer, in part to attempt to diffuse what she thought was an attempt to provoke. "I was invited by the Diplomatic Detachment ... as I assume we all were," she said. It was her place to interrupt, if it interfered with the interests of Trill, "If Romulans wish to speak with us, and have petitioned the Federation to facilitate the dialogue, then I am here to listen."
Valtek nodded at Krah, this time his eyes a little more serious. This was an important situation. While poking a little at Ven'Tak was not his finest exercise in subtlety, Valtek hadn't forgotten his mission. In fact, it was part of his calculated precision when it came to interacting with the others. Gauging a person's character was something Valtek had become something of an expert in. Already, he could tell several things about the individuals currently present in the room.
Whatever he felt internally, on the outside Koval t'Rul appeared the epitome of Romulan grandeur. Rich floor length robes of russet toned velvet, somehow both grand and understated at the same time, a haughty aloof expression on his face her muttered something beneath his breath to his aide as he stepped into the filling chamber.
"Ambassadors," he said simply with the meanest nod of acknowledgement.
Valtek turned once more, blinking in tr'Rul's direction. Revealing none of his inner thoughts, and projecting an image of a simplistic Vulcan ambassador with no comprehension of deceit. Valtek simply held his hand up in the ta'al. "Live long and prosper, Ambassador tr'Rul."
"OH HO HO! LOOK WHAT THE SANITATION STATION HAS SPIT OUT!" The Klingon Ambassador announced with a large mug in his hand. "I thought this meeting was for Ambassadors, not their 3rd tier lackeys?" Van'Tek said excitedly as he walked back towards the gathered officials.
"With the rate your embassy is going through representatives I'm sure it'll only be a matter of time before *I'M* the Ambassador." He said with a robust laugh as he took a large gulp from his mug.
"Indeed," tr'Rul said with something of a sneer, "until you are made an Ambassador you might find it wiser to remove yourself from the presence of those who already possess that rank and honour."
The smile on Ven'Tak's face slowly disappeared and was replaced by a much more stern look. He immediately slammed his mug down on the table beside him and strode towards the Romulan. "YOU KNOW NOTHING OF HONOR, YOU MISERABLE P'TAHK!" he said as he came closer to the Romulan.
As he stood within 6 inches of the Romulan he stared down into his eyes. "Perhaps I should remove from the presence of your body that pulsated lump you call a heart." He sneered.
"What Klingons call honour can be observed in any bar, brothel or gutter across the quadratns," tr'Rul replied, his exression not flickering. He might have doubts about his right to hold his place should his predecessor return, but he knew himself to be far and away above this barbarian. "Be gone, and wake the envoy of your Empire from his stupor. I hope he will be more worhty of discourse," tr'Rul said and turned away.
Enraged, Ven'Tak roared his reply, "TURN YOUR BACK ON ME, ROMULAN!?" He erupted. "I ASSURE YOU, IT'LL BE THE LAST MOVE YOU WILL EVER MAKE WITHOUT THE ASSISTANCE OF A HOVER CHAIR!" He bellowed as he reached for his D'k tahg and took half a step towards the retreating Romulan.
Melia Krah placed herself in the path of the Klingon. "I'm not sure you're winning yourself any friends, Ambassador Ven'Tak," the Trill said, "If your words are as sharp as your D'k tahg I'm sure you will have no difficulties in negotiations."
"Out of my way slug-belly, or else I will begin 'negotiating' whose blood my dagger will taste first." The Klingon said in low and determined tone.
[Diplomatic Suite - side room]
"Angela, have you prepared the beverages and data padds in meeting room 1?" Rex questioned his busy PA who was scurrying around the diplomatic suite eagerly awaiting the arrival of diplomats, officers and ambassadors from across the station.
"Yes Sir, I've also arranged for Mia to attend the after school playgroup and your dog Benji has been fed, watered and walked only 40 minutes ago!" she replied, as she straightened her uniform.
"Good, let's hope these discussions are effective!" Rex continued as he signed off on a yeoman's orders and pointed to to the location of non scented, non offensive floral arrangements being carried across the diplomatic centre.
The air in the suite was silent as always, almost clinically still as Karen entered the side room. "Have you a few minutes for me, Lieutenant Rex?" she asked. After all he and his department with legal support from hers would be fielding this circus and she had not yet had time to give the Bolian a full briefing - certainly the official documentation didn't cover the finer nuances of the summit.
"Certainly Commander, please take a seat! Can I get you a beverage?" Rex enthusiastically asked. His passion for following proper procedure often came across as over bearing and amateurish especially with his superiors. Rex moved himself and ushered the commander to the nearby table, currently laid with data padds, glasses and an exquisite Denobulan floral centre peice.
Karen allowed herself a smile, and remained standing, "No thank you, Lieutenant, I know you have guests waiting. As I can have no official role in this summit, you're Starfleet's prime representative. I want to be sure you're comfortable with the situation."
"Certainly Commander, negotiations of this matter may not be my forte but a skill non the less!" Rex said with a glimmer of a smile. His assistant Angela placed a tray of glasses and water jugs on the table and Rex poured himself a glass.
"As the envoy of the Federation Government, I've provided Ambassador Valtek with a full briefing, we still can't be sure how the civilian government will react to the proposal, but for the most part, you're both on the same side," she said.
"It is always difficult to judge the reactions of a civilian authority against larger participants, I am sure myself and Ambassador Valtek will provide a united front during the negotiations!" Rex replied taking a sip from the drink Angela had bought him moments earlier.
"That's good to hear. The benefit to Starfleet of the propsed exchange program is significant, getting personnel on board a Romulan space station or outpost will open the door not only for a new era of co-operation but for technological advancement. DS5 is deemed sufficiently remote for a Romulan presence here not to be a danger to core worlds. I leave it in your capable hands," Karen said hearing a less than dulcit tone extioll the promise I ASSURE YOU, IT'LL BE THE LAST MOVE YOU WILL EVER MAKE WITHOUT THE ASSISTANCE OF A HOVER CHAIR!
As she quietly departed, Karen wondered just how successful this necesary summit was going to be.
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Ven'Tak House of Konjah
Klingon Ambassador
NPC
Romulan Ambassador tr'Rul - NPC by Louise
Trillish Ambassador Melia Krah - NPC by Louise