> "Sounds like the same old politics going on at home," said Golan with a sigh. > "I doubt that is all that you came here to discuss. You have never been one > to beat around the bush. What more is there to this discussion?" > "Come, walk with me. Drink up first." Durak replied with a casual smile.
With a nod, Golan Dulath finished his drink before standing up to follow Durak. "Just come on, old friend....." The two left the ambassador's quarters. It was just the two of them. After turning down several nondescript halls Durak starts.... "Your quarters are not safe. They have eyes and ears. Be weary, old friend. I am very fearful of events that I am seeing. While you chose diplomacy to change or people, I chose the military. Together we made quite a difference, ay..... Well, you have been out here on the fringes of contact, and I have not. There are movements. Movements that are very secret, or are at least hoped to be. Movements that are very reminessent of the Obsidian Order when they tried to bardin with the Tal Shiar and the Dominion. Only this time it is far worse. I have seen those that are the most hungry for power and for domination meeting. I am not sure just who they are meeting, but I know where and I have a good idea why?" It was not a surprise that the Obsidian Order was still around. He had had his own suspicions of that himself, but the fact that the Order might have built up a large military force and started stationing them around was a worry. "Why?" was all that he could ask for now as his mind flurried to try and process what his good friend was saying. (response) AJ
