><[The stuff is hitting the fan. By all appearances there has been a coup
>within the Venasian Government. Ambassadors all over the place have been
>asking for asylum, others have gone missing. The Admiral does not want the
>situation that you are dealing with to get out of hand. In fact, he feels
>that Starfleet can't afford to have it blow up into an all out war. SO... he
>is sending lots of firepower. He is also wanting to know who you feel should
>be in command of the forces out there when you return. Any thoughts?]>
<[Black,]> she said unequivocally, <[But he doesn't have the pips. Unless
we could bump him up to Commodore. The local admiral is useless, and
doesn't have the mind for this kind of operation. I'd rather give the task
force to the police instead of him. I'll have to think about that one.]>
He nodded, signaling his understanding. <[Can they work together, or are
they too incompatable to maintain a working relationship?]>
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<[As soon as we get these trainees up to speed here and we finalize plans for
the next mission, I'll be heading back. Tell Lasiter to keep his claws
sheathed. I won't tarry here too much longer.]>
M'Rrenn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Very characteristic of
a human... <[Do not delay. Things are bad here, and it is about to get
worse.]> he said in such a way that she knew he was 'speaking off the
record'.
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