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From: "Christopher Salmi" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: "Sera Goto" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; "Spacedock"
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Sent: Thursday, August 23, 2001 07:07 PM
Subject: Re: SPD: Admirals at dinner
> > > "It already has gotten there." He said as he left. Still
> > >fuming over the exchange. The one overriding thought was that he
> > >absolutely hated Selara D'amondra. He hated her smug attitude. He
hated
> > >her flaunting arrogance, and how dismissive she was of him. He hated
> > >everything about her. His absolute hatred would be picked up by just
> about
> > >any telepath that happened to take a glancing look, but especially the
> > >Venasian Ambassador. She would get the entire message down to the
> smallest
> > >detail about just how he loathed the Venasian Selara D'amondra.
> >
> >
> > At that precise moment, Celana happened to be Earthside in the
> middle
> > of a tennis match with the wife of a Federation Council member. It was
> the
> > first really active thing Celana had done in years, and her frail body
had
> > taken quite a beating the first few times around to the consternation of
> the
> > Venasian doctor at the embassy. However, she had taken to the game, and
> was
> > starting to improve her skills a little.
> > Just as she served, she felt an overwhelming wave of hatred and
> > seething frustration take over her, and the ball torpedoed across the
net
> > with uncharacteristic savagery.
> > "Ummm... Fault," Jane Kingery observed mildly from the other side
of
> > the court.
> > "I'm sorry," Celana said hoarsely, fighting down the emotion coming
> > from Lasiter, "I don't know what came over me."
> > >
> > >
> > > "Of course. Can you two keep your relationship quiet? No
> public
> > >meetings, do what ever it takes to keep the press out of it especially
> > >since they are here in force. That kind of thing?" Garibaldi replied.
> > >
> > > Sam turned to Selara and said... "Well what do you think,
> honey?"
> >
> > Selara pretended to mull it over. "I think we can manage to keep our
> > meetings private, dear," she said with a sly twinkle in her eye. She
> looked
> > at Garibaldi. "I'll also set have my people set up a false ID for me. If
> the
> > press does pick up on me, the false ID will at least confuse them for a
> > short time while they try to sort it out. From here on out, I'll appear
> to
> > be a respectable Venasian trader, docked at Spacedock for repairs."
>
>
> "That will do just fine. Now, that we have that done, I must
> go. I have a trip to prepare for. Good evening you two..." he replied
and
> headed out.
>
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