> > "We are having a gathering. Some people from else where are
> >coming in for official reasons. I would like to see you there. It will
be
> >tonight, late. Say 2200 hours on the USS King." he replied.
>
> She nodded. "Verrry well, I shall attend."
>
> >"Anything that you want to talk about?"
>
> "Yes, actually. How many connections does yourrr grrroup have?"
>
"I can answer your question logically by giving you a number, but it
would be an incomplete answer. If you would not mind, sir, if I do not
answer that question just yet. Rather attending the meeting you will get to
meet many of our contacts in person. While not all will be there, a good
representation will." T'Kon commented as if talking about some statistical
equastion.
>
> "I want to know who it was that rrreplaced my long time aide with this
> Tellarrrite that's in therrre now. I have neverrr hearrrd of someone
being
> able to pull out an aide frrrom underrr a flag officerrr, and yet it
> happened, and therrre seems to be no trrrail. I want to know who and
why."
>
"That order came from Rear Admiral Rayla, the commander of Starfleet
Support Services and Administration. He also happens to be my direct
superior officer. As to your question of why, I can only theorize that he
wanted to keep tabs on you; being a new comer to Starfleet Command and one
whose loyalities are unknown at this point. That would also explain the
questions I have been getting lately about your mate, M'Rrell. It would
seem as if your new assistant has been curious." came the answer.
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