Valtris had bowed her head as the General introduced each member of his
staff. She knew few Venasians, but these folks made her wary. She was not
sure why. One would think that the current representative to the Council
would disturb her more with her Borg implants, but these three made her
spine run cold.
"It is a pleasure to meet your staff, General," said the Plantoc in
response to the introductions. "I am sure that they serve you and your
people well."
In response to Admiral Lasiter, the Fleetmaster replied, "Fleetmaster will
be sufficient, Admiral. While General A'amon and I technically hold the
same rank within the military, I would not want to cause confusion."
"Thank you, Fleetmaster.",he answered.
"Thank you, Plantoc," A'amon replied to the head of the Council, "And
here is someone who requires no introduction. I am sure you remember T'remea
Celana D'amondra."
The moment many had undoubtedly been dreading finally came - the
introduction of a cloned Celana D'amondra to people who had known her
before... and to a very elite few who knew the real Celana secretly hid on
board the station while she recovered. The Clone approached from behind.
Her ambassadorial uniform had been changed from the former blue to black
slashed with gold, the colors A'amon seemed to be adopting for his own. She
looked identical to Celana D'amondra, but there were subtle differences
noticeable only to those who knew. The way she walked. Her expression.
And, when she spoke.
>"Plantoc, Admiral," she greeted with a tilt of her head, "It is a pleasure
>to meet you again."
>"T'remea D'amondra has, as you know, taken graciously taken leave of her
>duties to serve as the representative for the diplomatic corps on my staff.
>She is now a liason between myself and the other T'remeas in the field."
>Dolari Haryail watched the proceedings from the back of the room, somewhat
>forgotten. For one moment there is a flash of malovelent hatred - very
>uncharacteristic of a Venasian - on her face, and several of her Borg
>implants light up. The instant is very brief, and only caught by Lasiter
as
>he looks around uncomfortably...
>Valtris watched as Tremea D'amondra as she was introduced. She had to
admit
>that she did not know the woman well even though they had served for months
>together on the Council. It did appear that she had settled into her new
>role with the General nicely, which was a bit surprising. She thought she
>had remembered there being some tension between the two houses.
Watson noticed the tweak of light from Dolari and caught the look out of the
corner of his eye...it was something to keep aware of. He approached Celana
and gave the traditional Venasian greeting, "Tremea Celana. Federation
Ambassador James Watson...it is a pleasure to meet you."
(response)
Lasiter refocused his attention on the newcomer. In an instant he knew it was
not the real Celana. It wasn't that he knew she was safely recovering in an
isolated room on Spacedock. It was everything about her. Nothing sat right.
The time that he spent bonded to Celana gave him a special connection with her.
A heightened sixth sense with regard to her. His face did not betray his
thoughts. He keenly watched the interaction between the clone and Watson.
{response}
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Characters:
Adm. Samuel Lasiter,
RAdm. Markus Garibaldi,
Emissary Marconis,
LCDR Donovan Black, and a host of others.
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