: Posted by Commodore Stoek (AFComm-4) in Conference room
: : Posted by Civilian Kis’ka Keh'rath (Ambassador) in Conference room
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: : : : : : : : : "Are they in a position to require you to go through them for trade contacts?" Stoek inquired. "The Seetha are not, as far as I am aware, a member of the Trade Federation."
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: : : : : : : : : --Commodore Stoek, AFComm
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: : : : : : : : : We really should get a non-GM-ish character in here to ask these questions. :-)
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: : : : : : : "Ummm, no they not Trade Federation. But they work for Nemodianssss. They control the Trade Federation. They send Ssseeetha when thingsss bad. Thingsss be bad now." The diminutive Ambassador still seemed as agitated as before as his continued hand washing showed.
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: : : : : : : OOC: I hope that works on straightening things out:")
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: : : : : : : Ambassador Jik'tal
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: : : : : : "Why would things be bad, if other members of the Trade Federation are present?" asked the Vulcan. "Are you not a member of the Trade Federation?"
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: : : : : : --Commodore Stoek, AFComm
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: *snip some OOC back and forth*
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: : Tra'sa paused before the doors and locked eyes with Kis'ka. "You are ready, m'lady. Do not let fear enter your heart. This may be our opportunity for finding a way to defeat the Genze." She placed a hand on her shoulder. "Be strong."
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: : Kis'ka's eyes widened. "You are not accompanying me into this meeting." It was a statement, not a question. The older woman inclined her head. "But what if I'm not ready-"
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: : "You are. Now go. I will be waiting outside these doors for you, just a thought away."
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: : The young Ambassador nodded, her expression grim, but she couldn't enter into the room looking so, so she put on a stoic expression and entered with her regal head held high. A layered robe of silver silk fell around her body, decorated with elegant red embroidery. Her silver hair was pulled back by floral jewel clips and decorated with tiny braids laced with jewels. She felt every bit a part of royalty and knew she looked it as well. She seemed to glide across the floor, her matching slippers barely visible as she walked. It seemed as though the talk had already started, so she paused and waited for them to acknowledge her presence in whatever way this array of people did. Her topaz eyes fell upon the man with tapered ears. He was just as alien looking to her and she no doubt was to him.
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: : ~ Kis'ka (Ambassador/QR)
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: Stoek turned at the sound of the new arrival, his right eyebrow sliding up his forehead. The figure before him looked the part of a governmental dignitary of some sort, but appeared far too young to be such. At least he surmised that was the case, since he didn't recognize her species.
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: "This is a closed meeting," he informed Kis'ka, while Dunning glanced from her to the Awaj in agitation. This was not the summit meeting either of them had planned.
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: --Commodore Stoek, AFComm-4

OOC: Sorry for the confusion, but we have two Emilys on board now. I was wanting the CNS to come in here as Carmen asked in the Sit-Com thread.

Linds