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>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." "It is good to see you again, General, and welcome to Spacedock. I hope your trip was uneventful.", he said after a slight bow. T'Kresh stood to the side with the rest of the Council members. She
was surprised that some of the Council was still missing. The Romulan
ambassador had yet to arrive as well as the General's own representative.
Admiral Bedru also had yet to arrive. She could not help but wonder
whether she had been told. The Aqualish representative did not envy
Ambassador Watson if that was the case.
{response} AJ
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