>After some more chit chat, and sampling of the various cusisine, Marconis >came to the Venasian Ambassador.
>"I wish I could say that it is a pleasure to see your people again, >Ambassador." Levy overheard this and turned slightly to keep an eye on the discussion. >Dolari Haryail turned her eyes on the Ramesar, gold flecks glinting >dangerously. The lights in her Borg implants changed patterns, giving her >naturally pale skin an eerie appearance. "Do you come here looking for an >argument, Emissary?" she asked with just as cold a voice, "Though my family >name is now Haryail, I was born an A'amon, and the record of our first >encounter has been passed faithfully to my generation." >"I came here to converse with you, not to argue, but if you insist... Your lineage, while interesting to >some, is of no interest to me. The Ramesar consider all Venasians to be the same as those we had the >misfortune of encountering so many years ago- tactless, arrogant, racist, pirates.", answered Marconis >equally cold. Levy stepped in, "Emisary, Tremea, please...I would encourage you to place your personal feelings for each other aside. We are here for the purpose of working together. I would hope this would not interfere with that." _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [email protected] http://mail.starbase1.org/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_starbase1.org
