Fleet Log | Rising Tension
Posted on 241509.09 @ 7:49am by President Jolias Enor
Mission: Reconciliation & Reconstruction [Fleet Plot]
[Earth, Sandringham]
The curtains fluttered restlessly against the nighttime breeze. Soft orange lamplight reflected against the Victorian paintings of the President’s personal office within the temporary residence. The Vulcan, hawk faced, sat behind his desk quietly reading from the holographic display in front of him. The screen’s cobalt glow seemed to accentuate and draw out the Vulcan’s sun worn leathery features. Like most Vulcans Sa’vak had the disposition of a wizened sage- ever contemplative.
Jack had wanted to close the window. With the coming of fall things were beginning to cool and the breeze tonight was unusually brisk. If an Earth native felt uncomfortable certainly this sun borne creature from a desert world must be miserable? Though, perhaps this was also part of their training. Vulcans often had the ability to intensely focus regardless of environment. He knew if the President wanted the window closed he would have mentioned it. So instead Jack waited quietly.
“Is this the entirety of the dispatch?” Sa’vak’s cobalt flushed eyes finally left the screen and refocused on Jack. The Chief of Staff simply nodded his head at the Vulcan.
“Have the diplomatic staff finalize their plans. We will discuss the issue with the Klingons after-” The Vulcan’s voice was silenced by the slamming of a door. He looked past his chief of staff as an aid rushed into the office. The President inclined his head subtly as a brow lifted “what is the nature of your urgency?”
“Sorry mister President. I just wanted to inform you that the Romulans have arrived. The Praetor’s ship and her escorts have just exited warp outside of Neptune. They will be here in six hours.”
“Oh my child.” Jack half wanted to wring the aid’s neck for the sudden startle “I think we need a lesson in proper decorum and I will have someone deal with you later. Now, get out!” The young aid looked startled but nodded his head and stumbled over his webbed feet as he hurried through the door closing it hard behind him. Jack let out a subdued breath to ease his nerves. Having the Romulans on Earth would put anyone one edge- except for the stoic presence across the desk from him “I’m sorry Mister President. That won’t happen again.”
“He is Zaldan- they often are easily lost in their passions.” Sa’vak noted dryly before returning his attention on Jack “send a message to the Romulans welcoming them to Earth.”
“And the Klingons?” Jack asked.
“The Klingons do not concern us.”
[IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech]
Turquoise light filled the Praetor’s personal room as she stood in front of the massive viewing window holding a long stem glass of sparkling violet liquid. The planet in front of her was the epitome of beautiful- the bright blue swirls twisting through the currents of the gaseous ocean. The planet, as she had been told once, was called Neptune. Apparently it was some long archaic god of the Earth seas but now that she faced his namesake she had to admit the term seemed apt.
“Praetor.” T’Mhren’s soft voice called out through the dim blueness.
Arrenhe smiled at the reflection in the window. “So the Klingons are continuing to pilfer our space.” She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped at the burning liquid “what fearless bunch they are. One would be wise not to stumble into a thrai den.”
“We have arrived in the Sol system.” The words seemed redundant considering the view but T’Mhren still felt it necessary to mention “and we have also received word from the President welcoming you.”
“They welcome us while they give the Klingons the mean by which to kill our people.” Arrenhe’s hand shivered causing violet liquid to slosh from the glass “but no matter. I will let t’Rehu deal with the Klingons. That is her arena. I will deal with the Federation- a war that will be in mine.”
[To be continued]
