>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." Watson was quite drawn to Celana, "We all have our responsibilities we have to attend to. I can quite understand." _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [email protected] http://mail.starbase1.org/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_starbase1.org
