He followed, still with the air of authority. How he left was less important
then how he returned.
<[Water.]> was his simple reply.
She went over to the replicator and got some for him in a plastic container -
there would be no chances taken. She set it down in front of him and then sat
across from him. She had an easy air of authority around her, one she'd
cultivated as an admiral, letting him know that while he may be in charge of
his people, she was the ranking officer on board the ship. It was subtle, but
she knew he would sense it. Even the humans could sense that air.
<[Your people fight well,]> she said, wanting to start things out on a good
note. Aggressive techniques would not work at all questioning these people.
<[Your clan should be proud.]>
<[My clan is. I have given them great victories with which to celebrate and
sing about. It is my duty...
You have brought your clan much pride as well. You have done quite well
training these ....]> what he said had no direct translation into Standard,
but one could say he meant 'lesser species'.
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