T'Kresh turned her attention to the Venasian Secretary once order was once again reached. "Secretary V'nquera, I would like to thank the both of you for taking time from what are probably very busy schedules to meet with us at such short notice. I know that we have discussed everything we had hoped to talk about. Was there anything you wanted to bring before the Council before you go?"
"No, thank you Madam Ambassador. I assure you that all your concerns will be addressed to my superiors."
T'Kresh nodded. "Thank you once again for meeting with us. We look forward to hearing what your government decides."
(The Venasians depart?)
Once the doors to the meeting chamber closed, T'Kresh looked over her fellow Council members. She knew that they were brimming with the need to share their feelings about what had occurred. "Well, let's open the floor to comments," she said as she prepared for the tidal wave.
Na'Tral looked around the room, her response was already on her face. She gave an approperiate moment before beginning.
"That was crap! There is not any Lapizine, or whatever the hell they claim is on that planet. They are trying to poision the idea so their sails won't fall. It's a ploy. The Captain of ship that did the initial survey was meticulus, and the science vessel that followed to confirm the finding was even more so. This is CRAP!!!", she yelled.
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