The Hov'tej glided into Earth space. After a brief stopover at Mars to get
clearance to return to Spacedock, the ship was coming into visual range of
the station. The Ambassadors were waiting their arrival together in a room
that had been assigned to them as a conference chamber. The room had a
window that provided a clear look at the station, which had a massive breach
in the lowest portion of the station. While it had been some time since the
explosion, evidence of the destruction was still clearly evident.
Valtris stood at the viewing port. She felt her hands clench into fists as
anger filled her. It was not that she did not have her differences with the
Federation. She did not think of the station or those who ran it as "her"
people, but she was angered at the cowardliness of those who would do such a
thing. Terrorists were cowards who needed to hid behind annonymity to
accomplish their goals. They believed in what they fought for, but they
would not stand up in public to do so. Instead, they hid behind masks,
attacked with hidden bombs rather than face to face, and were not
individuals, but rather one of a few who based their identity on the
organization they were a part of. She wanted to spit with disgust, but
realized that it would do no good since the perpitrators of the explosion
were not present."
Next to her, a quick intake could be heard as the and shock of what she was seeing hit T'Kresh. She knew now, that there had been a number of injuries due to the explosion. She could not believe that someone would do such a thing to the Federation. It was not like the Federaton was occupying anyworlds or forcefully taking their resources. What could have caused anyone to do such a thing?
clearance to return to Spacedock, the ship was coming into visual range of
the station. The Ambassadors were waiting their arrival together in a room
that had been assigned to them as a conference chamber. The room had a
window that provided a clear look at the station, which had a massive breach
in the lowest portion of the station. While it had been some time since the
explosion, evidence of the destruction was still clearly evident.
Valtris stood at the viewing port. She felt her hands clench into fists as
anger filled her. It was not that she did not have her differences with the
Federation. She did not think of the station or those who ran it as "her"
people, but she was angered at the cowardliness of those who would do such a
thing. Terrorists were cowards who needed to hid behind annonymity to
accomplish their goals. They believed in what they fought for, but they
would not stand up in public to do so. Instead, they hid behind masks,
attacked with hidden bombs rather than face to face, and were not
individuals, but rather one of a few who based their identity on the
organization they were a part of. She wanted to spit with disgust, but
realized that it would do no good since the perpitrators of the explosion
were not present."
Next to her, a quick intake could be heard as the and shock of what she was seeing hit T'Kresh. She knew now, that there had been a number of injuries due to the explosion. She could not believe that someone would do such a thing to the Federation. It was not like the Federaton was occupying anyworlds or forcefully taking their resources. What could have caused anyone to do such a thing?
As the Council's chairwoman pondered the horrors that had been committed. Melora Damesh sat at the table that had been provided for them. It was not that she did not care about the attack on Spacedock. Instead, she did not need to see it to be angered by it. Her people had been attacked by terrorists for hundreds of years in response to their trying to help them. People like the Aqualish and the Bajorans at first welcomed them, but as time when by, they turned to these sorts of acts. They were horrible, but perhaps, it was time for the Federation to experience some of what it had supported so many years earlier.
Na'Tral was unprepared for what she saw. For there to be an attack on the Federation at it's very heart was unthinkable, and yet it had happened. She was shaken, obviously, and angered for certain. There would be retibution for this. Even the most civilized of societies had to respond to an attack of this nature.
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