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PERSONAL LOG

Daise’Khre’Riov N’Dak

Galae Command

0406.07

 

>Begin Log <

 

Within a few hours word of the destruction of the T’Kel reached N’Dak. When he heard the news he thought about uncorking a bottle of his finest Ale right then, but he had something to attend to first—a meeting with the Klingon Duras. Everything was going according to plan. The Dead Ones were blaming the Andorians, and the Andorians were in full battle deployment.

 

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N’Dak smiled to the young pilot as he stepped onto the transport pod. The young Erien went to attention not expecting such a high ranking passenger. Duras has been unwilling to discuss terms over sub-space channels, choosing a meeting in space, which was fine with N’Dak.

 

“As au were,” Destorie said. “Just do na crash. Ha Ha.”

 

The little Erien was not sure whether to laugh or not. He decided with the latter. With a few commands the transport liftefd off into the Rihan sky.

 

A few minutes latter the hull of the RES Fireclaw came into view. Destorie was glad to see his old ship still holding together.

 

“The Fireclaw signals they are ready for au,” the pilot said. “Beginning docking procedures.”

 

There was a slight thud as the docking clamps engaged and a whoosh as the airlock sealed then opened. “Hann’yyo Erien. Au may return to ch’Rihan.”

 

The Erien nodded.

 

Destorie stepped off onto the Firecla, where he was met by three Rihan officers. “Jolan Tru.”

 

“Jolan Tru Daise’Khre’Riov N’Dak,” the leading Rihan said. “I am Ennarian tr’Nhve and this is my Daise’Erie’Riov tr’Teakv, and my Daise’D’heno t’Uhlia.”

 

N’Dak nodded to each of them. “It is my pleasure to meet au,” he said smiling. “Au know I used to be Ennarian of the Fireclaw?”

 

The nodded a yes. “But we are na here to re-live the past. Tr’Nhve lay-in a course for the coordinates I sent au earlier and engage at max speed. We are on a covert mission so radio-silence. Level 5 Stealth. I will be in the Guest Quarters, inform me when we arrive.”

 

Tr’Nhve didn’t seem to like being ordered around on his own ship, but he new better than to cross the man who was giving him these orders. “Ie,” tr’Nhve said. “Do au need t’Uhila to show au to the guest quarters?”

 

“Na,” N’Dak said as he was half-way down the hall.

 

Tr’Nhve lifted his brows to the other two officers. “Au heard the Daise’Khre’Riov, dismissed.”

 

>End Log<