> > > Matt was clearly deflated, and even though
> he wasn't the one at stake
> > > here, he looked more beaten and defeated
> than Sam did. He'd watched
> > > the interplay between the two, staying
> clear because he had nothing
> > > meaningful to add. Tehre was no compromise
> he could think of that
> > > would bridge this gap, and he was
> completely heartbroken. He looked
> > > to Carrhae, askign her with his eyes if
> this pound of flesh was enough
> > > to satsify her honor.
>
> Carrhae met his eyes, but hers were completely
> unreadable. "Healer, would
> you arrange to monitor Admiral Lasiter's
> medical condition until this
> matter is resolved?" she asked.
>
> "That's already ongoing," he told her. "has
> been for some time, now."
>
> > Lasiter waited another moment, then said,
> "If there is nothing else we
> > need to discuss...." he said a normal
> conversation voice.
>
> "Nothing further, Sir," t'Llhweiir replied. "I
> will discuss the necessary
> security arrangements with Admiral Renaud."
>
> > "Sulin, I thank you for your efforts and
> for your descression. I am
> > personally greatful.
> >
> > Admirals, you are dismissed. Please
> take your security personnel with
> > you." he said neutrally, turning to face the
> visitor from Vulcan.
>
> "Thank you, Sir," she said. Turning, she left
> Lasiter's quarters.
>
> Matt felt physically ill and was very relieved
> to be dismissed. He thanked Sulin,
> then walked her out, turning her toward
> Sickbay. They would spend a few moments
> conversing as colleagues before she beamed down
> to Terra for her presentation.
>
After they left Lasiter returned to his window. This was was truely a
bad day. It had started out well enough.
He called M'Rrenn down, and explained the situation to him. Lasiter did
not really want to, but he owed M'Rrenn for his loyality, friendship, and
trust over the years.
tbc...
