> > "If it helps, I was thinking of using Caitians to deliver a
> predetermined message to those enslaved by the peoples under the rule of
> these new felines. Perhaps if they learned that there were others willing
> to stand up with them, or a way out for them they would be helpful to our
> efforts to keep a war out of our back yard... But that was just a
thought,
> Admiral." Black added.
>
> It was an ancient principle of warfare, using the citizen population
> against the enemy rulers. "As I said, we'll have to wait and see. I will
> call the Corr'thaval tonight afterrr ourrr trrraining session. By then
> I'll have at least some idea of the capabilities of the Caitians, and I'll
> be able to prrrovide a morrre solid arrrgument to them. If they werrre
> Starrrfleet, I wouldn't have a prrroblem with it, but because they'rrre
> planetarrry defense, I need my goverrrnment's perrrmission to send them
> into harrrm's way." The words had to be said, because they were true; Kit
> had no more authority to send them undercover or into combat than would a
> Rihannsu officer. But she was warming up to his idea, she just had to
jump
> through the hoops, like everything else in a bureaucracy.
>
"Of course, Admiral." Black knew about the mountains of red tape
all too well. That was one of his many jobs here..... to navigate the red
tape.
>
> "Well, let's see if Captain Polath is in good spirrrits tonight," she said
> as they approached the cafeteria. "If this mission is a success, we'll
> have to orrrderr some live foods forrr his trrroops as a celebrrration of
> success." The thought of fresh gagh made her mouth water, but she
> swallowed quickly to suppress it. It wouldn't look good to drool in front
> of the crew. Most humans usually wondered if the Caitian who was drooling
> was just hungry in general, or hungry for them.
>
"If successful, I will order it straight from their homeworld..."
>
> She went in, keenly aware of her sash and straightening it as the doors
> opened.
>
The room was chock full of Starfleet Spec Ops and Klingon troops.
As one would imagine they sat segragated along team lines. It was their
first meeting, and a cool reception was to be expected. Particularily from
groups that held very high opinions of their own abilities.... When Kitanya
and Black walked in, the room went silent. Then got very loud, as the
entire bod stood at attention to the Flag ranking officer who just walked
in.
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Once relieved from their strict stance things returned to their pre-entry
mood. Talking and conversing. The Klingon Commander was at the bar
drinking something, that at the distance could not be determined. As it
turned out it was prune juice.
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