Fviudh nnea lhael u'liorae: erh'mne Subcommander Lucius was already having a bad day. A sudden appearance by another warbird dropping out of warp almost on top of him really didn't help.Fviudh nnea lhael u'liorae: erh'mne by ninjazzkat
So, he tapped into their communications system, and heard a conversation that made him curse loudly. The warbird was reporting the progress of a Federation convoy to Romulus itself. Proconsul Tomalak was on the other end. It went something like this:
"Warbird S'Harien to Proconsul Tomalak."
"Tomalak here. Report, Commander."
"Sir, the Federation starship Titan is on her way here along with three more Federation vessels. They brought Klingons with them, three Birds-of-Prey. Commander Donatra doesn't know we're here sending you this transmission."
"Hmm. I will inform the Praetor. Carry about your duties to the Empire, Commander, and report when you have any new information. Hall of State out."
Not five siuren later, a transmissio
As the Tides Turn: Chapter Two "What the hell are you doing here? I though you had an Empire to lead."As the Tides Turn: Chapter Two by ninjazzkat
Ael t'Rllaillieu tried her hardest not to laugh, but failed.
"If you think that I would send an inexperienced Senator or one of the new Praetors to deal with such a situation, Captain, I'm afraid you are quite mistaken. I would not entrust such important negotiations to anyone and you know as well as I that sending your young Senator is a very dangerous thing to do. Especially now with suspicions being cast about as such. Besides, someone has to keep an eye on you when it comes to Klingons."
Seeing the look of pain flash across his face, she softened her tone.
"Do not think I don't know of what happened to your David. It is always a sad day when a parent loses a child," she continued.
James Kirk stifled a sigh, "I suppose I can't convince you to keep out of trouble?"
"That's what I am here to prevent you from doing. It is not
Fviudh nnea lhael u'liorae: erh'sei It wasn't every day that someone tried to sneak onto Romulus, especially someone as conspicuous as Soleta, being half-Vulcan. So, she wore merchant's clothes and had a bandana on her head, which helped to hide her lack of forehead ridges as well as hold her hair back.Fviudh nnea lhael u'liorae: erh'sei by ninjazzkat
"Is this really necessary?" she asked Charvanek, who wore similar clothing.
"To meet with my contact? Yes. We won't easily be noticed unless the Praetor is actively looking for us," the older woman replied.
They weaved through streets and alleys, getting information about patrols from Lucius, who remained on the Spectre, which sat in orbit in silent running mode.
When they reached a wooden door that looked about ready to fall apart, Charvanek tapped it once.
It swung open to reveal a woman with grease stains on her face.
"Oh! Commander Charvanek! We didn't know you were coming or we would have tried to clean the house up a bit," she
Fviudh nnea lhael u'liorae: erh'kre A single woman slipped through the crowd of natives as their leader spoke of Romulus and Remus. Even now, they still held some lingering hatred for the Romulans who had driven them from their homes like wild creatures.Fviudh nnea lhael u'liorae: erh'kre by ninjazzkat
"Today, we just received word from the Romulan Praetor that she is willing to negotiate a treaty with us. However, Praetor Tal'aura demands too much from us. Instead, the Watraii leadership have discussed amongst ourselves a new idea. With the permission of the people, we wish to ally ourselves with the Klingon Empire and become a protectorate much like they are protecting the Remans now. What do you say to this, fellow citizens?" the speaker was rather diplomatically minded. Lyravi always made sure to say the right words at the right time. It was a gift of his.
As the crowd roared their approval, one of the Watraii made their way over to her.
"Lady," he said, "I've word from Romulus. Apparently, there seems to be