>Golan tapped his console. "Get me the Venasian Embassy .... NOW!"
>
>Melora stood there smiling. She liked getting Golan worked up. She had
>shown him she had more connection than him.
The response from the Venasian Embassy was a recording of a smiling Venasian
woman. "We're sorry, but the Venasian Embassy is currently unavailable.
Please call again soon." The message continued to repeat.
Golan did not like this one bit. He tapped his console again and the
familiar face of Tamil Dumak filled the screen. "Request an immediate
meeting of the Council, Tamil. Tell the other Ambassadors that it is an
emergency and I will bring them up to speed when we convene." Golan closed
the line without waiting for a response.
He picked up his things and headed for the meeting room that Lt Thompson had
set up for group. It seemed that the Council would have its first test. He
took a seat and called Lt. Thompson to request his presence in the chambers
immediately and waited for the diplomats to arrive.
He was not waiting long before a woman entered, an Andorian woman. She was
wearing the cloths of a diplomat, a Starfleet diplomat.
"Good day, Ambassador Golan. I am Commander Na'Tral of the Starfleet
Diplomatic Corps. I am here at the request of the Andorian Ambassador to
the Federation. May I sit in on your council's meeting?"
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