> > > 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.
> >
>
> Selara's eyebrow arched in a Vulcan-esque fashion. "I think your father
> doesn't like me all that much," she said dryly. "Well, Sam, do you think
> maybe now we should go conduct a meeting... in private?"
>
"I would say that he most definately does *not* like you, but who
cares. Especially when we have a secret meeting to attend to..." Sam
replied eagerly.
