> Lasiter picked up a vase off of a near by shelf and threw it hard against the > Starfleet Emblem that was hanging on the wall. He threw it will all of his > strength, screaming at the top of his lungs. If he were only Caitian.... > The anger and pain was evident in his outburst. At the end of his human roar > he was slightly winded from forcing out nearly all the air in his lungs. He > took a few deep breaths, and calmed down a bit. He was backing down from the > edge.
t'Llhweiir was neither stunned nor shocked by his reaction. She was glad he found an outlet--even if only temporarily--for all the pain and anger that he obviously felt. > "I hate this situation as much as I hate them right now. We focus on the > vermin from within the fleet for now, and let the FBI take on the others. > Make what ever resources they need available to them, just make sure that > when they are arrested that Starfleet is part of it. What the FBI can't > catch, we will deal with, but only when the time is right and we are burried > the dead and the blind hate. " He wanted to throw more, destroy more, but > there was little sense in it. Perhaps later in a halodeck.... "Understood, Sir," she replied simply. 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
