>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.]>
She smiled. <[Obviously, I haven't been reading all my briefs. Well, if you really
want to show off your talents in the field, get an assignment on that detail.]>
M'Rrenn really should be in the State Department as a diplomat, but his heart was
Starfleet, and she admired him for his convictions.
<[That is because that little bit of information is not in the briefs. With
anti-venasian sentiment is somewhat prevelant, he decided to keep this rather quiet.
However, that is a good idea to request that assignment...]>
She clasped his shoulder. <[You'll succeed wherever you decide to go, M'Rrenn. You'd
be great in Intell, you'd be great as ship XO or CO, you'd be great in the Inspector
General's office... Anything you decide to do, you'll do well. Just choose wisely,
that's all I ask. Don't go off half-cocked chasing adventure. You're not a
fresh-faced academy grad
anymore, you're a decorated veteran officer, and we can't afford to lose you.]>
<[As the humans say, a man's got to know his limitations.]>, he replied with a
smile. <[But seriously, I will seriously consider other possibilities. Stay well,
Admiral Kitanya. Stay well and tred carefully.]>
She flashed him a full-teeth grin and headed back to her office.
"Narrraht," she said, as she came in. "Any messages?"
"Yes, sir. A Captain Alexander called for you. He said that he is on the staff of
Rear Admiral Jora."
Kitanya recognized the name of the Admiral. It was the betazoid that had voiced
dissent to Admiral Kettering at the faction pow-wow.
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Chris
GM- SPD & JSOC
