> > "I also hear that the Klingon Embassy
> needs an aide. I am sure that
> this Tellerite would enjoy being on the
> homeworld of the Klingons. I also
> hear they like bacon..."
>
> "Now, now," she said, giving him a sidelong
> look. "Although, she'd prrrobably
> get along well therrre. The Klingons like to
> fight as much as Tellarrrites
> do. And I do believe you get hazarrrd pay
> forrr worrrking among the Klingons."
>
He smiled back at her. Working with Kitanya had lightened his spirits a
bit. Under her command his bretheren in the field would not be taken for
granted.
>
> "We've got a lot of worrrk to do. I'm
> worrrking on rrreplacing frrront-line
> commanderrrs rrright now, and we've still got
> to get morrre people. I know
> we've stepped up rrrecrruiting, but we need
> people now. I've got to talk to
> Admirrral t'Llhweiir; we had a tentative
> agrrreement to imporrrt back to
> SpecOps any perrrsonnel who had trrransferrred
> to Intell. We've alrrready got
> back ourrr outposts and people that had been
> put underrr the fleet commands.
> But I don't know if it will be enough. What's
> going on at the borrrderr is
> bad, Marrrcus. Verrry bad. And now with the
> Venasian situation... We need
> teams, people who know how to do the job
> rrright now, and we'll continue to
> need them forrr some time, I'm afrrraid."
"That doesn't sound good. What do you foresee coming our way, Sir?" he
asked not liking the sound of what he just heard.
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