Romulan Empire Log | Coming Tempest Pt 3 | Praetor Arrenhe t'Ahaefvthe

Posted on 241508.17 @ 2:20pm by Praetor Arrenhe t'Ahaefvthe

Mission: Reconciliation & Reconstruction [Fleet Plot]
Location: IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech

[IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech]

Arrenhe sat quietly on the overly plush couch and watched the stars streak by her window as t’Mhren’s silhouetted figure could be seen in the reflection languishing behind her like some shadow without a master. Even in the dimness Arrenhe could make out t’Mhren’s terrible habit of fidgeting with her hands whenever she disapproved of something or had news that Arrenhe might find…troublesome. So what is it this time? Arrenhe wondered narrowing her eyes at the reflection “is there something bothering you t’Mhren?”

Her aid jerked slightly apparently startled by the sudden question. Arrenhe watched the silhouette grow still like some dark shadow. “There is…” t’Mhren’s voice held cautious which only piqued Arrenhe’s interest more “there was a transmission from Romulus shortly after we left Eisn. It seems your brother is going to meet with the Zorek to discuss the current situation with the Klingons.”

“I see…” Arrenhe’s voice held calm but hidden in the shadow of the couch her fingers betrayed her fury as nails dug into the flesh of clenched palms “he must believe that they can reach a consensus. I don’t blame him…” a lie- her brother’s ire over the decision to send her nephew to the USS Enterprise as exchange officer was beginning to become quite the nuisance- like a pebble in one’s shoe. If he only knew the truth. She sighed. “Send him a message. I should speak with-” a knock at door interrupted her and her eyes focused across the blackness towards the light rimmed rectangle. “t’Mhren.”

The aid nodded her head and moved across the room and pulled open the door pouring blinding brightness into the room. Standing in the middle of the burning of doorway Arrenhe could make out Shiarrael’s lithe frame.

“Please excuse us.” Shiarrael’s said to t’Mhren. T’Mhren glanced towards Arrenhe who simply raised her arm. T’Mhren bowed towards her and then once more to Shiarrael before leaving. Blackness soon enveloped the room again as the door closed. Turning her attention to the dark shadow lounging on the couch the EnRiov slowly made her way towards the large view space “you seem upset t’Ahaefvthe.”

“My brother.” Arrenhe said derisively before releasing her frustration in the form of a deep sigh. “Sometimes I wonder if he even thinks these days or just simply allows his passions to guide him. He is meeting with the Zorek about the Klingon matter. It seems the Senate may attempt to force my hand over the issue if some resolution does not come to them soon.”

“Is Argelian still bitter about Maec?” Shiarrael asked shaking her head remembering how stubborn her old boss could be. This sibling feud between the Praetor and the Senator would becoming problematic if it was not resolved shortly. “Though it is not surprising he would meet with the Zorek considering the Senate has been in uproar over the defilement of our border worlds by the Klingons. However, I doubt that ire will last much longer.”

“Indeed.” Arrenhe acknowledged coldly “and how is that matter proceeding?”

“They have passed undetected and will remain silent until they reach their destination. We will know in a four days if my plan has worked when they reach the gravitic sensor net and tachyon detection grid.” The Admiral smirked “it will be rather interesting to see how they react. Betrayal? Perhaps…”

“It will make this difficult job near impossible- if it wasn’t a hopeless endeavor to begin with.” Arrenhe sighed again “unfortunately the situations necessitates your audaciousness Shiarrael. I just hope your temerity doesn’t bite us.”

“If you are bitten you must bite back with as much ferocity as your adversary. We have given the Klingons too much latitude and it has only embolden them.” Shiarrael’s voice harden for a moment but softened slightly “I hope you are not planning to negotiate with the Federation shackled to such a despondent and crestfallen aura.”

“No.” Arrenhe rose from the couch as her voice regained its regal composure “diplomacy is a form of warfare. I will be ready for my coming battle as you are for yours. The Rei’Krannsu do not shirk from a fight.”

“Hrm.” Shiarrael felt a snide comment well up in her throat but swallowed it “we have received a provisional itinerary from the Federation Diplomatic corps. Rather standard…with the exception of one name.”

“One name?”

“Khiy Kanryth.”

“Khiy?” Arrenhe suddenly felt the overwhelming presence of her old teacher envelope her. How long had it been now since she had sent that child to Morgana Kanryth? Over a decade now at least…

“The Captain and the crew of his ship will be seeing to our needs while we are on Earth.” Shiarrael smiled recalling her first encounter with a then brash young Captain. Someone who feared not to speak his mind and draw her own ire. There was thrill in the thought of giving him and his crew some distress. “I will be contacting him shortly to go over our specific needs. Would you like to be present?”

“No.” Arrenhe shook her head “I still have a great deal to plan before the summit. Instead, when things are settled on Earth, I would like to tour his ship if they will permit it.”

“Very well.” Shiarrael nodded her head and then bowed “that is all I had Praetor. If there is nothing else then I will take leave now and allow you to return to your brooding.”

“Brooding?” Arrenhe turned and looked at Shiarrael- it was hard to make out her expression in the dimness “I am done. We must focus on the task at hand. There is very little time left. Four days?”

Shiarrael nodded “four days.”

“Four days…then hell.”

[To be continued…]