><[I don't think it will. I believe that what Starfleet wants, needs, is for someone
>to tell it what is expected, and to go behind and see to it. In essesnce,
>leadership. If, as a unit, Starfleet Command can set some expectations, express them
>to the fleet in a serious, passionate way, then follow up. Things would change
>almost over night. Ok, not overnight, but
in a matter or weeks to a few months. As to the Venasians... if we can just find them
a home world... That would put a real kink in Aamon's plans. Better yet, find one
and allow any dissidents to use it as a base to undermine Aamon.....]> M'Rrenn said
returning to his groove- politics, administration, and management.
Kit shook her head again, smiling. <[M'Rrenn, all you would have to do is give one
speech on Cait and you'd be elected President of the Corr'thaval. Listen to yourself!
Don't go to the felinid front.]> She nodded toward Lasiter's door. <[He needs you.
Starfleet needs you. You're my friend; I
need you. The felinids bring death and sorrow in their wake. You have so many gifts;
don't throw them away fighting the felinids. Find the Venasians a homeworld. Get
Lasiter to assign a small exploration task force to find a place for them to live and
be the XO and Venasian liason on one of those ships. I've lost too many friends, and
in this felinid
conflict, I fear I will lose more. I don't want you to be one of them.]> She spoke
from her heart, and her eyes spoke of her sincerity.
M'Rrenn stopped, and turned to face her. He had an odd smile on his face, which was
punctuated by his next few words. <[Lasiter has already put a task force together,
and they have been looking for months. It has taken them this long to find a world
that meets the Venasian requirements, is uninhabited, and has enough resources to
sustain an entire civilization. We have found two prospects, one is claimed by
another race, and the other is not a perfect fit.]>
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Chris
GM- SPD & JSOC
