>Golan Dulath was working at his desk when he heard the familiar whisk of >Federation doors opening. He looked up and saw Ambassador D'amondra enter. >With a smile, he quickly stood up and made his way over to her. "Gentrile >tide, Madame Ambassador. I am honored that you have taken the time out of >your busy day to meet with me this morning." >
Salaar took his usual position by the door, while Celana answered Dulath. "It is my pleasure, Ambassador. We haven't had much time to get acquainted since your arrival here." > >"Take a seat," said the Cardassian as he indicated the seats in a small >sitting area away from his desk. "Might I offer you a drink?" > "Vulcan tea, please." > >Dulath made his way to the replicator, placed and order and returned to sit >with D'amondra. There were a number of PADDs sitting on the coffee table >before them. "I have called you to discuss some serious news I have >recently received from the Homeworld. I have concerns that it threatens >both my people and this Quadrant's political stability." "I'm sorry to hear about the threat on your people, Ambassador. What is the situation?" >"Have you heard any rumors that any of your people might be willing to work >with the Obsidian Order?" Golan had decided to be blunt and throw >everything on the table. His people had too often gotten into trouble by >trying to obtain power and information through roundabout means. Celana thought for a moment. "I have not heard any thing. Perhaps the Venasian T'remea on Cardassia Prime would be a better source of such information?" -Sera _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx
