> "She is on a mission to meet up with of her deep cover agents. He
> has some very important materials to deliver in person. While en route to
> her rendez vous she came across a Starfleet ship that was, to say the least
> out of place. She is investigating that at the moment. I can give you her
> coordinates if you like."
>
> "Please," was all Matt said.
>
> Lasiter gave Matt the information that he had on what the Romulan Intell
> chief was doing.
>
> In parting Lasiter said, "Just do not tell me what you plan on doing, so i
> can not be questioned. However, if you run into trouble just call, and help
> will be on the way."
>
> Matt smiled crookedly. "Acknowledged," he told him. "And," he added,
> "should this go badly, and should you need it, you can find a letter of
> resignation in my desk. I'd prefer not to use it, but if that's what
> Starfleet needs, you have it."
>
> Nabru remained silent during their interchange. She knew the place where
> Carrhae was headed first-hand. Trouble was all too easy to find there.
> As far as she was concerned, they could not leave too soon.
>
> Matt turned to Nabru. "Shall we?" he asked.
"Before we go, may I ask a question, Admiral?"
(response--assuming yes)
"Is there anything you can tell us about Admiral t'Llhweiir's mission that
might explain what's going on?"
(response)
Nabru looked at Lasiter a moment, but she kept her thoughts to herself.
Finally, she said, "Thank you, Sir," and indicated to Brennan that she was
ready to leave.
> They headed back to his quarters where he quickly changed. THe uniform
> simply wouldn't do. He changed into comfortable blue jeans with a blood red
> buttoned-down shirt. From a hidden drawer in his dresser he removed a
> weapon, manufactured by his brother-in-law's company, and checked the
> charge. It was full, of course. Matt rarely had cause to use the sidearm.
> He attached the holster to his right hip, scooped up a few extra charge
> packs, and then slipped an antique leather bomber jacket on to hide the
> weapon.
While he changed, Nabru, again as the male security officer, left to make
a quick visit to her quarters. While she could reform into any organic
shape of similar size and bulk, she could not morf a weapon. Nor would
Star Fleet issue be a good idea. She considered her options and decided
on a Klingon disruptor and d'k tahg. After concealing them, she rushed
back to Brennan's quarters.
> (skipping a bit)
>
> Matt and Nabru followed Ael through the Rihannsu ship, down into the lower
> decks. At four different locations, Ael paused to input security codes into
> panels that weren't there until she touched them. Finally, she inputted a
> final code and a hatch in the floor swung up to reveal a tube beneath. She
> led them down the ladder and into a small skiff. "She's much better at
> runnign than she is at fighting," she warned them. "But then, her usual
> mission is simply to move in, extract an individual, and then get out
> without notice. Her cloak is state of the art, her propulsion is only a
> year behind state of the art, and her close in maneuvering is better than
> anything else you'll find within the Star Empire. She drives rather like a
> high end luxury vehicle," she told them. "I won't bore you by going into
> more details, and I should think I wouldn't have to help you interpret the
> panels?"
>
> Matt had already slid into the flight control station on the very small
> bridge. The ship was designed to be run by one, and had a max crew
> complement of five. Given the Rihannsu innate need to not waste space, the
> cabin was very small. "Not at all," he said, scanning the script there. It
> was all well marked.
>
> "The ship is designed to be operated by plankton if need be," Ael told them.
>
> "I won't take that personally," matt told her.
>
> A corner of her mouth tilted just a bit. "It need not be said," she told
> them, "that should untoward things happen, I will be forced to report this
> ship stolen."
>
> "It need not be said," Matthew assured her. That was the route least likely
> to lead to an interstellar incident leading toward war.
>
> "I'll wish you luck, then, and the Elements' favor," she said.
Nabru had taken the co-pilot's seat and had been pretending to study the
controls to give the pair some semblance of privacy. She looked up when
the ambassador seemed to be speaking to her and replied in unaccented
Rihannsu, <May the Elements keep you safe.>
> Ael turned to Matthew, who had stood to see her off. "Be careful, Healer
> Brennan," she said, a bit more formally than was indicated here. "A man of
> your loyalty, in either empire, is a rarity." She frowned somewhat
> wistfully. <[I have not yet met the man, after all," she said, "who would
> be willing to commit treason for me.]>
>
> Matt gently put his arms on her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. It had
> to be done gently, lest he risk his life in doing so. <[Yes you have,]> he
> told her. <[And he wonders if it is not his own misfortune that his heart
> lies elsewhere.]>
>
> Ael returned the hug, then turned and headed up the ladder without another
> word. Matt waited for her to reseal the hatches before he retook the FCO
> seat. "Ready?" he asked Nabru.
"Ready."
As the ship left dock, she said with a laugh, "I wonder how Admiral Renaud
will react when he learns that you have slipped out."
(response)
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