The Diplomatic Way

[Cptn Corizon 0]

When the Governor had finished with his explanation of his encounter with the Changeling Hundred, which, if he did say so himself, was rather cryptic; not that Corizon blamed the Governor in the least, Kilana had nearly came out of her seat at the very notion of the Klingons and Romulans keeping a Founder prisoner, even if he was the enemy.

 

Holding the railing, Corizon made his way up the staircase and onto the CNC, glancing around for Sprint. “Commander,” his voice flat and neutral, “status report?”

 

“We’ve received a transmission from Morningstar,” Sprint affirmed. “They’ve entered the Nebula, and the 72 hour clock is running.”

 

Corizon nodded. “How long do they have now?”

 

Glancing to the status monitor on his console which had the running timer displayed, “70 Hours and 15 minutes.”

 

Nodding once more, Corizon made his way to the Admin console and entered his access code, once again taking operational control of the terminal. “Anything else to report?”

 

“Yes,” Sprint said evenly. “The Yorktown just arrived a few minutes ago.”

 

“Very well,” Corizon said as he tapped on the console. “Have the Yorktown take up position… Alpha J-112/A.”

 

“Understood.”

 

“Tell the fleet to go to Tactical Alert Status One.”

 

“Of course, sir.”

 

Corizon went back to looking at his consol, flipping through his messages and memos. His eyes ran across one which caused his ears to flip to either side. “Oh, this is going to make the Governor a happy camper.”

 

Turning, eyebrow lifted, “Oh,” Sprint said sheepishly. “I thought you should be the one to give him that.”

 

“Funny,” Corizon said with a sly grin. “I was just about to say the same thing.”

 

“Tell who what?”

 

Corizon turned at hearing the unmistakable voice of Governor K’Vorlag.

 

Assuming a serious demeanor, Corizon tried of to think of the…diplomatic way to do this…