>"The threat is not immenient, but it is coming. Coming soon. When it does happen, it will be big. I'll have to speak to the High Council as well. This problem is an Alliance one.", he said acknowledging the difficulties of the day (he had noticed the damage to the station on his approach), and acknowledging that the coming storm would have to be faced by both governments.
SHe clasped his shoulder. "I'll let you finish up herrre. I should go see Black. We shall speak tomorrrrow. Tonight I have something I must do," she said, and the look in her eyes was unmistakeable. She was going to honor a dead friend, something sacred in Klingon culture. Koloth would understand. (resp?) "The only Caitian friend I had herrre," she said, her voice hollow and raw with pain. "Intell cannot tell me yet who killed him, not forrr cerrrtain." Her guilt gnawed at her. She saved a human instead of a Caitian. M'Rrell died as she was saving Lasiter. Could the gods forgive her? She doubted it. "He was morrre a diplomat than a warrriorr, but he had morrre strrrength and courrrage than many of the warrrriorrs I have known. He wanted to go fight with you, Koloth, against the felinids. I talked him out of it. I was afrrraid forrr him." She chuckled bitterly. "I thought it was too dangerrrous." The irony was sharp and jagged. (resp?) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- "He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder." --Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
