>> As Lorin was answering, Admiral Lasiter and General A'amon entered. While
> >there was nothing to announce their arrival, the Ramesar Guards did pay
> >them attention. Unwelcome attention. This gave Marconis reason
> to stop his
> >conversation with Lorin to look at the new comers. The initial expression
> >on Marconis' face was that of a diplomat, neutral curiosity. As his gaze
> >continued, it changed to recognition. Not of an individual, but
> to a people. A
> >people that were considered something other than a friend.
> >
> >Dai'Cou did see the look of recongnition that slowly formed on the
> >newcomers
> >face. He wondered what this was due to. From the notes he had gone over
>> from the Plantoc, there was no indication that any of the members of the
> >Council had worked with the Ramesar besides the Federation.
> >
> >Ael, too, noticed and decided to file it away to look into at some later
> >time.
Bedru could not help but notice a rise in the tension in the room.
>> General A'amon obviously had some warning from Lasiter, because he didn't
>> seem to be surprised. He did, however, draw himself up straighter - if that
> were possible - somehow making himself look even more imperious than he
> usually did. While his impression did not change, he gave the distinct
>> impression he was looking down his nose at the new Ambassador.
>>
>> Coincidentally, T'remea Haryail also had held back her greeting, choosing to
>> remain in the background as usual. By the cold glitter of the gold flecks
>> in her eyes, it seemed apparent that while she may have differing opinions
>> with A'amon about some things, about the Ramesar they seemed in perfect
>> agreement.
>>
>>
> It became more clear when the Ramesar Emissary spoke, "Why are they here?"
> His question was posed with the coldness that betrayed his military
> background.
>>
>> Dai'Cou decided to step in since he was filling in for the Plantoc.
>> "Since General A'amon is currently visiting the station in his
>> position of leader
>> of his people, I am sure that Admiral Lasiter thought it would be nice to
>> allow him to meet the newest representative to apply to the
>> Council. I am sure
>> there was no insult intended."
>
> 'Great. What have I walked into now...', Lasiter thought to him self.
>
> Marconis' cold gaze had not quite left the General when he turned to
> address Dai'Cou. "There no reason for you to apologize. It is not
> reasonable to assume that you would have known that the Ramesar and
> Venasians have had dealings in the past. Especially, when those
> dealings left much to be desired." Judging from his tone, it was
> clear that what ever incident happened in the past, it was not a
> friendly one, and the passage of time had not dulled the memory.
>
> "However, it is comforting to see that some things don't change with
> the passage of time. They are still an arrogant, presumptous people
> who over estimate their own worth. May their existance, parasitic as
> it is, pass without remark.", the Emissary added.
>
> Lasiter repeated his previous thought to him self before commenting
> further... "Well then.... Emissary Marconis, I'm Admiral Samuel
> Lasiter, the Commander of the Federation Starfleet, and welcome to
> the Federation. I'm sure that your presence at the Council will, at
> the very least, add a fresh measure of frankness to the discussions."
Bedru was astonished at Lasiter's presumption that the Ramesar had
already been admitted to the Council. Instead, she said, "Admiral Lasiter,
would you be so
kind as to introduce your guest for those who might not know him?"
"Of course, my apologies. Emissary, Ambassadors, Representatives, this is
General Tal A'amon the head of state for the Venasian government."
{response}
"Pick battles big enough to matter, yet small enough to win."
--Jonathan Kozol
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