Aboard the Rensalla, Celana D'amondra was reading sedately by one of the upper portholes, periodically looking up to look out at the stars streaming by. The route to Pacifica was a well-travelled corridor; little excitement was expected.
Salaar entered, and came to hover near her. "We should reach Pacifica within [x] hours," he informed her, "Have you prepared for your meeting with the Council?"
"What is there to prepare?" she asked quietly, "There is little I can do until they question me. I did use my powers as T'remea for personal gain. The Council protocol following such an incident is well-established. They will question me, give me the standard warning, and I will return to Earth."
Salaar's eyes narrowed. "I have a strange feeling about this. The recall orders came far too soon."
Celana's expression told him she felt the same way, but she shrugged imperceptibly. "It is a normal procedure, and as T'remea I am obligated to stand before the Council."
Salaar turned to leave. "I will, of course, be watching."
Celana smiled. "Of course. Aren't you always?"
TBC...
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