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."
"And I am glad to make your acquaintance, Ambassador," the Clone replied
graciously. She seemed distant, not in a cold way, but as if she were
distracted or not quite there.
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.
She nodded at something A'amon said. Once she looked at Lasiter, and it
seemed there was a hint of recognition... Then she turned back to
Ambassador Watson. "I am sorry to have left so abruptly, Ambassador," she
said, "with the Council decision to adhere to General A'amon's leadership
for the time being, there was little time to give proper notice."
-S
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