In a message dated 6/13/2005 6:27:19 P.M. Eastern Standard Time,
[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
>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 efficiency, "It
is an honor to meet you."
The Ferengi Grand Proxy had hung back while everyone was speaking. He
was not overly comfortable with large groups of people. He had a feeling
that most of his colleagues did not see him as measuring up. He was
intrigued by the Venasians. They always seemed a bit mysterious to him and
they were becoming even more so as he met more of them.
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Ray
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