Guests and Preparations

[Sorehl 0]

Sorehl stepped away from the Main Viewer, glancing toward the tactical projection display at the center of the deck. The Romulan warbird Valtrex approached Camelot, highlighted as a glowing green arc. Purple lines indicated the Dominion flagship and its escorts.

 

Though he would never admit it, the return of both Federation and Romulan diplomats was a relief to him. His own estimates had placed their mission somewhere between untenable and “fool’s errand.” It had taken considerable discipline to restrain his opinion, considering the risk.

 

N’Kedre’s communication had indicated that her ship bore official members of the Vorta Council. Why those individuals had chosen conveyance on a Romulan ship was not yet clear. Still, the vulnerability was evident.

 

“Mr. Sprint,” he ordered, not looking away from the display. “I want a security blackout on that last transmission and a team placed at the umbilical connect. Extend your docking procedures until the Admiral and I have time to arrive.” Speaking louder, he addressed the other junior officers on duty in the Command Center. “No one is to be advised of our guests without my express authority.”

 

He swept from the room, stepping onto the turbolift, with his own thoughts.