> >She tapped her combadge to contact him. > > Kit put her hand over Carrhae's. "Don't," she said, her face impassive, > but her eyes betrayed her pain, and her voice cracked.
Looking in Kitanya's eyes, Carrhae knew the cause of the other female's pain before she answered for Carrhae had felt it herself. > Lasiter looked puzzled for an instant as the reality of what Kitanya was > saying sunk in. > > "M'Rrenn..." She closed her eyes. "M'Rrenn is dead." Carrhae's other hand closed over Kit's and squeezed gently. No words could suffice. > Lasiter had sat forward again wondering where his Chief of Staff was, but > sank back into the chair. The wind taken from his sails once again. He had > not only lost a son, but lost an old friend. Lost one of his most trusted > confidants. As an awkward moment passed in silence, Lasiter inquired. > > "How? Was it on the station or in at the funeral?", he said barely able to > lift his gaze from the table to meet Kitanya. >Lasiter had sat forward again wondering where his Chief of Staff was, but sank back into the chair. The wind taken from his sails once again. He had not only lost a son, but lost an old friend. Lost one of his most trusted confidants. As an awkward moment passed in silence, Lasiter inquired. "The sniperrrs. He was one of the two casualties," she said, her voice low and gravelly. "I don't know the specifics." She wasn't sure she wanted to yet. Lasiter just sat there for a moment then got up, and walked over to the large emblem on the wall. He was muttering something, but neither could tell just what he was saying. Images of M'rrenn being shot, falling dead. Samuel could see his bloodied face staring up at the lights in a morgue, as techs worked on other bodies. He saw Garibaldi fall, and feared the worst for him. His friends were being taken out. First it was his son, then those others that were close to him. His anger stewing, boiling.... "I want to find them," she said in a low, dangerous voice. "I want to find them and kill them." And she didn't want Federation rules, no Starfleeet regulations. Raw, dirty, one-on-one. It was personal for her as well, now. He stood there for a good moment. A good long moment, then turned around fire in his eyes. Flame and hate in his heart. "No more. No more will Starfleet stand by and watch while the politicos, the fear mongers, and pervayers of hate poision the Federation. This cancer will be stopped. It will be excised now. I want these hate groups brought to justice. I want it done now. Spare no resource. Let no stone be unturned. Break down any door. Just find them. The hate groups, the corrupt, all of them..... All of them except the Brotherhood. We will smite them with God's own thunder...." The anger, the furry that they all felt was fianlly voiced in it's clearest. There would be no safe place for any of them tonight. Were they in the Romulan Empire, Lasiter's words would be carried out with frightful speed. The Tal Shiar would have begun with the surviving snipper. With their interrogation techniques, they would have needed only moments to learn all the being knew. Then, the agents would have gathered everyone named, their families, associates,... and all would simply "disappear." But this was not the Romulan Empire, and they were not the Tal Shiar. And Carrhae suddenly realized that she had make certain that they did not become that way. "Samuel, my desire for vengence is almost overwhelming," she said. "But it must not overwhelm me. Nor either of you. If we do anything that steps beyond what Star Fleet and the Federation should be, then we give them the victory they are seeking. And it would be an even greater victory because we destroyed it ourselves." (response) t'Llhweiir ends ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Randye Jones aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru [EMAIL PROTECTED] Goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
