>Rilg quietly shuffled up to join the group. He could sense the hostility in >the air and decided to remain silent for the moment. Hopefully, General >A'amon would board shortly and distract everyone.
>General A'amon did enter then, with the airlocks to his ship cracking open >with a hiss. First, two guards exited the ship and took up posts on either >side of the portal. Then Tal A'amon himself disembarked from his ship, >flanked by three members of his staff. It was easy to see why A'amon could >maintain public popularity: for a well-fueled propaganda machine like the >one he had, A'amon was an easy sell. Tall, handsome, and charismatic, with >sharp intelligence in his gold-flecked eyes and the typical pale skin offset >by dark hair, the General looked quintessentially Venasian. His public >relations department probably had an easier time counteracting the >reputation of his family name than they thought they would. >A'amon realized upon entering the docking area that he had walked into a >meeting charged with tension. He recognized most of the members present >from their holos, and judging by the physiological signatures and pheromones >raging through the air, at least one held a healthy dislike of the other. >Interesting. >He tilted his head in the traditional greeting. "Gentle tides, Admirals and >Ambassadors," he said, the standard Venasian greeting. Watson stepped forward first, "General A'amon. Gentle tides to you as well. I am Ambassador James Watson, please allow me to introduce Commander-in-Chief Admiral Samuel Lasiter." _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [email protected] http://mail.starbase1.org/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_starbase1.org
