The Rihan Game

[NDak 0]

PERSONAL LOG

Director tr’Neer

Tal’Shiar

0406.09

 

>Begin Log <

 

With N’Dak out on his little mission, tr’Neer was running the show. The sub-space transmission from Andor came right on schedule. So far everything was going according to plan. He tapped a button on his desk. A few seconds latter tr’Anik, the Agent who had destroyed the T’Kel came strolling in.

 

“Jolan tru, Sael’Riov tr’Anik.”

 

tr’Anik nodded respectfully. “Shaoi kon, Director. You have requested my presence?”

 

“Ie,” tr’Neer smiled. “You did mnekha work on the T’Kel, I am impressed…”

 

Even Rihanssu flatter, and tr’Anik was blushing a light green shade. “Hann’yyo.”

 

“The Dead Ones are of course reacting as planned and the Andorians have denied involvement trying to pawn it off on another io of the governments. That’s where this comes in,” he passed a small data chip across the desk.

 

“Rekkhai?”

 

“It is a recording from space taken by a freighter that we just happened to confiscate for…well au do na need to know anything more…, anyway it shows au escaping in an ‘Andorian’ shuttle,” tr’Neer was beaming. “Your mission is to deliver this tape to the Vulcan High Command.”

 

“Officially?”

 

“Na, that would be a little mliank'ie. Just make sure it arrives to the ‘proper’ hands. Remember if au fails, v'rhaen-ao'au myself, ssuej-d'ifv?”

 

“Ssuaj-ha!” tr’Anik said gulping.

 

“Khoi with au,” tr’Neer said waiving his hand and tr’Anik scampered out of the office as quickly as possible.

 

As the doors closed, tr’Neer let out a laugh. This was a game, a game that the Rihans intended to win. “That should prove to the Vulcans, if na, I still have a few more trump cards up my sleeve…”

 

>End Log<