Meanwhile back at Arcadia Ranch...

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PERSONAL LOG

Ne’Arrien Destorie N’Dak

CSEC RES Talon

Stardate 0402.08

 

>Begin Log<

 

Supposedly Federation types weren’t in to torture—Destorie felt other wise. After all they had left him in a drab grey cell with a boring stoic VULCAN! He wouldn’t even so much as move let alone harass Destorie. And at any moment he was waiting for the tright Vulcan to launch into some annoying tirade about Logic!

 

Destorie had decided that soon he would have to consider the possibility of not being rescued; and he would rather die than rot in some Federation Prison. He had just about resigned himself to making use of his boot strings when some impetuous marine came strutting in flanked by more guards—a wise precaution Destorie thought to himself.

 

Destorie wasn’t able to make out what rank the young marine was, but what ever he was he had jerked Destorie out of brig and was taking him to a lift. “Ahh at last I get to match wits with their Ennarien,” Destorie thought to himself.

 

This Marine ‘Holden,’ he had heard the name as he spoke to someone on their Oira, was certainly being easy with Destorie, he hadn’t even bothered to bloody him up. “A sign of weakness. That is the humans’ problem they aren’t willing to get their hands dirty,” Destorie thought. “I pity the poor fools that were taken back to the Talon.”

 

He grinned knowing that, at the moment, t'Aehjae and the rest of his thugs were breaking human bones and spirits. The lift stopped and the Marine pushed him out onto the Starfleet Oira. This Holden was jumpy, pushing him around and almost threatening Destorie, he was young and that much was obvious; and he seemed a little overconfident or perhaps just scared Destorie wasn’t quite sure.

 

The Marine came to a stop outside a door marked ‘Ready Room,’ as Destorie waited he noticed a metal panel nearby with some Human writing on it. ‘USS ARCADIA’ Destorie smirked to himself. Now he knew the ship’s name but he was still going to call it the USS TRASH SHIP.

 

After a few minutes of waiting, he was finally brought in to this ‘Ready Room.’ What in the elements name was a Ready Room anyway? Was this where the Captain got ready and applied, what was the human term, his/her make-up? He knew Humans were sickeningly vain but he didn’t know they were THAT vain.

 

As he was shown inside the room he had full expected to see a full ‘salon’ but instead it was an office much like t’Rexen’s, minus the Cardassian ‘spoons’ on the wall.

 

The first person he saw as he was shown in was what appeared to be a Human female, the ships counselor no doubt. “Elements. He brought his counselor in for the integration, this human are pathetic,” Destorie thought to himself. "First the break you down, then they let you talk about it to a Counselor?!?!"

 

Then Destorie saw the Captain. He looked young to be a Starfleet Captain, and not much taller than Destorie himself. By the look on the Captain’s face, Destorie decided that he wasn’t here to be grilled on Rihan Battle plans.

 

After some mild bantering between Destorie and the Captain, the Captain outright shocked N’Dak, “I am sending you back…”

 

Elements! What kind of negotiating was this giving back the only minute piece of leverage you have? Then Destorie realized, it was negotiations to prevent a war. As the Captain continued to talk N’Dak realized that indeed this human was correct, a war would leave millions dead on both sides, not to mention those filthy Klingons would get involved and the Empire was not ready for such a horrific war on the heals of the bloody Dominion War.

 

The Captain laid out the plan, N’dak and ‘Knollwatcher’ would beam down to this planet they were in orbit of and wait for the Talon to beam them up, then negations could begin. In addition Knollwatcher was to be returned—unharmed.

 

The voice the Captain had used sent a shiver up Destorie’s spine, the same shiver he usually got when he was in the presence of the Khre Riov, and despite N’Dak’s haughty response, he knew the Captain was deadly serious.

 

Shortly there after, the two and some other officer were en route to the transporter room. And before he knew it, he was on this planet called Skoru. As he looked around the planet, he thought to himself, “Elements, what in the world have I done to deserve this?”

 

>End Log<

Edited February 8, 2004 by Ern_Ndak

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The Marine came to a stop outside a door marked ‘Ready Room,’ as Destorie waited he noticed a metal panel nearby with some Human writing on it. ‘USS ARCADIA’ Destorie smirked to himself. Now he knew the ship’s name but he was still going to call it the USS TRASH SHIP.

Uhm....au may want to remember that au will have to live there still, after we leave.........::steps away whistling::

 

t'Rex