>> He was really not happy with that answer, but as a good soldier he
>would obey and not make complaints about it. At least not in front of the
>troops....
>
><[Major, the things Starfleet SpecOps does are very specialized tasks.
>They've been trained in demolitions, intelligence, sabotage, traps,
>assassination... The Klingon forces have similar training. Most of them
>can read and speak twenty languages and drive or fly any vehicle ever made.
> I know yu want to fight,]> she said, <[But this mission is about more than
>combat. If it comes to it, and things go horribly wrong and we're
>discovered, we'll all be up to our ears in battle. But their job is one
>they've trained all their lives to do. This is their honor, their mission,
>their fight. We have to respect that, as we would want them to respect
>those battles that are ours.]> Brave words, but to the Caitians who could
>read her body language as easily as written words, it was clear she was not
>allowed to go into combat either and it bothered her just as much as it did
>them.
>
Her body language did not go unnoticed...
<[As you command, Vice Admiral.]>
>
>There would be some fine old sparring matches as this group worked off
>their aggressions, Kit could see that. She talked with them about a plan
>of action, showed them the little intelligence information they had on
>these felinids and discussed similarities and differences. Before long,
>they had a clear plan of how to proceed, and she adjourned them for dinner,
>with their first training session to begin at 2000 hours. After sending
>word to both ops teams to meet in Holodeck One at that time, she headed
>back to change for her dinner with Black and the Klingon commander.
>Torgash followed, chuckling. Apparantly he understood Caitian better than
>he let on. Kit didn't go for the bait, though, and said nothing, going and
>changing, then heading to Black's quarters in a Starfleet uniform with a
>Klingon metallic sash across her body with her house symbol and Empire
>commendations on it. She rang the buzzer, hoping she wasn't too terribly
>late. The meeting had lasted longer than she anticipated.
>
"Come!" could be heard through he door.
Black was downing a glass of water when she walked in.
"Good evening, Admiral Kitanya. Sorry about being a bit late, but Admiral
Snellings had some last minute disputes for me to wrangle through- he gets me to do
his dirty work for him, aka diplomacy and hatchet jobs... I took the liberty of
having the steward set up a private room for us to dine in. I figured that a few
drinks in the main mess hall would be a good show for the troops to see us together
enjoying a drink or two. Then we can retire to a more private setting for a meal and
conversation. That is if it meets with your approval..."
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