>The room resembled 10 forward from the Enterprise-D, except it was one
level- aka no step. In place >of the bar was fish tank. The opposing
windows held a wonderful view of the moon. A buffet table >was set out
with
cusine form all of the Council Members, but the prodominent food and theme
was >Venasian. Three stewards awaited with finger foods and beverages.
"General A'amon...I hope you will find the beverages and food suitable. I
personally designed the menu in consultation with the Plantoc."
"I am impressed by your selection, Admiral. It is not easy to arrive at some
ingredients for Venasian cuisine. I am sure we will enjoy the refreshment."
He turned at some new arrivals. "Yes," he smiled, beckoning them over,
"Allow me to introduce to you some members of my staff. This is Torell
Janaki, Head Secretary."
Torell was a typical Venasian male - slender, pale, with gold-flecked blue
eyes and vestigial webbing. While Venasians would tell others that there
were definite distinguishable differences between members of the different
families, about the only thing which set Torell apart from others was his
Secretary's uniform. He came forward and gave a crisp tilt of his head, but
otherwise said little.
"This is General Darena T'landran, Fleetmaster."
A Venasian woman with a severe almost-Vulcan hairstyle came forward.
"Admiral," she said with brisk effeciency, "It is an honor to meet you."
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