*Suddendly, Dalen's heart misses a bit. A hot pain is flowing in his left arm. His brain is about to blow. And Dalen has even not the time to call for help. He falls down from his seat, trying to breathe. And the darkness slowly engulfs him.*
///Again?///
*And he looses conciousness*

*Winterspoon *cough*s a bit and have a look at Commander Ka'Lar. Then comes back to the Admiral, while everyone was sitting down.*
"Mwell, last time I tried a Klingon Blood Wine, I find that very adequate for just an aperitive... So, before we start our meal, I would have a Klingon Blood Wine."
*sits down with his team*

"boh, boh, boh... It was our job to do that. In fact, this Rescue Mission was also a good test to check if Corporation Forces, an d over all Interpol, were ready to operate in the Quadrant, and especially in THIS Nebula Sector. NOw, we know we are worthy *looks and smiles proudly at his Interpol Members.*
If you want to do something, mwell, you could just consider The Corporation Forces as new allies and we could consider you and your divisions as Corporation New allies..."
*thinks a lot more deeply and looks frankly in the Admiral's eyes.*
"In fact, I truely and avidely wants to help StarFleet in this Sector. And also realise the Genesis Project of the Corporation. Because I had sort of a debt. The Pirates who stole the USS Dreadnaught Shroug were formal members of the Corporation.... By saving your Members, your Officers and you Fleet, I have considered this debt payed."
*takes a deep breathe*
"Now, we could be allies, if we are not friends... yet."

*A sound resounds on Dalen's watch. He has a look at the message and frowns. Then he gestures to his team, with some particular codes within his movements.*
"It seems as if our Negociations has failed because of some incident concerning CIB and FSS or Section 31. The Corporation is now on Zulu Alert. Sorry, old chaps, but we will have more drink later. We leave now."
*Some other gestures and everyone in the team activates a particular part of their uniforms. Some shield can be seen.
In some seconds, everyone is finishing one's drink and stands up. Some other instants later, they are all leaving Celtic Corner. Determined faces of the Corporation Officers and Members dissuade people to approach them while they retreat to the Whallalah and the Revanche.
Some minutes again later, the Ship-of-Death and the DujYay, without aknoledgement of Avalon Base, are leaving the StarFleet Base. At the total surprise of everyone.*

(off : Shakira is needed in Deska Forum for the Birth. Jake Harris is here :wink: )

"Erm, in fact, we have left our Bottles at Deska, Ms Shakira. Would you, em, please...?" *turns to Mr Nocturnus.* Ow! An other load from you? Mwelll.. Why not?"
*A Klingon Female, in her corner, is noting the invitation.*

"It is always a pleasure to meet you, Ms Shakira *takes Shakira's right hand and kisses it*. We are here to enjoy your presence and your services. Thanks for your welcoming. Mr Man Tuil and I will have Chouchenn.... if you have some in your hidden bottles, if you see what I mean? *winks*"

*Dalen has a smile. He was enjoying the enthousiasm of the Klingon Female. After all, they were here to enjoy a drink and maybe a dinner, if more affinities with some StarFleet guys. If StarFleet guys weren't so distants from them.*
"Yes, indeed, Ms Heartgrave, it would be wiser to adopt a "chin down" attitude during negociations. By the way, as Ms Ka'Lar saidit, we are here to enjoy drinks and, *crosses fingers* meals. I hope that Mr de Heer will join us after the negociations with Admiral Vorak... Ah! I think I see the Bartender!"

*The Whallalah has docked, Dalen activated the Auto-Protection Program of Karnilla (the Ship's computer) and they get out of the Ship.
Tammy was on his right, with a dark uniform and a holster with a strange gun on her left side.
Dalen was wearing his grey uniform with one grey cape and was looking at Mr Hirohito seriously.*
///This guy does not forgert the Security Protocols... I appreciate this attitude.///
"Well, Admiral, you are at your home, you are our host. Let's follow you. You come, Mr Hirohito? I know this young woman in an Ensign uniform is very attractive, but we have some important things to do, now."

*Dalen notices Mr de Heer's message*
///This guy is right. We could do faster!///
"Mr Hirohito, couple our deflectors with our Disruptors and open fire on the Comet, now! Use every weapon of the Whallalah (as noted in the Ship-of-Death Technicals Page) and wipe out this Comet!"
"Tammy : a channel to the Revanche and the Salute!"
"Yes, sir!"
<Corporation Transmissions>
Attention all Corporation BattleShips!
On Brigadier de Heer's suggestion, couple your deflectors with your disruptors and help the Salute to finish the Comet!
We have a negociation party on the brunch, guys! And I think it has waited too much!
Open Fire at will!
Now!
<OUT>

"Can you rephrase that, Mr de Heer... Sometimes, your Basic is a mess to understand. If you were suggesting that your Ship could lock this Comet, it was a good idea.
If I understand well *looks at the datas over the shoulders of Montrell*, ah yes it is one again, it's a vulcanoid comet. We had already that when we installed KeyHole. Mr Montrell, if you have Quantum Torpedoes, it would be wise to send some on this Comet ... or I do not respond of the destruction of your Base. You want Mr de Heer to help you?"
*Dalen winks to Geert and whispers.* "Maybe time to show them what a Corp Warrior can do. The Salute is over there?"

*Dalen notices the new incoming. And he is not surprised at all.*
"Welcome, Mr de Heer! Come with us, we are going to Ten Forward. You want a drink with us?
*To Admiral Vorak and the other StarFleet Officers.* I hope you will not formalize of the presence of my CIB Major, Mr Geert de Heer. He is very concerned by my security and the global security of our Delta Headquarters. May you welcome him on the Base..."
*Dalen winks to de Heer*
"Now, when the #### do we go to Ten Forward?"

(off : there is NO LifeForms in a Vulcano Comet. Sorry....)

"Mr Hirohito.... Open fire! At will!"

*Dalen WInterspoon is impressed by the impassibility of Admiral Vorak. But he was still doubting of the Operation these StarFleet guys wanted to launch.*
"Hummmmm, Admiral, with your permission, whatever you want to do, we, and I mean me and my Corp Members, are returning to the Whallalah and prepare our Warheads launchers.
Mr de Heer, join your Ship, now and prepare to engage the Comet if it wants to explode.
Tammy, Mr Hirohito, follow me! Hurry up! I don't know when this *$ùfu*$$*ing Comet will explode."
*"With that, the Whallalah's team hurries to the Ship-of-Death.*

"Hummmmm." *Dalen was seriously doubting that the armament of the Station Avalon could suffice to destroy this bloody Comet. He was a bit anxious. As far he had understood from the events, these StarFleet Officers did not realise the danger of a Vulcano Comet.*
"MISTERS!" *he shouted to attract attention* "You don't even have an idea of the peril you could face if your tried to capture this UNSTABLE Comet. This would explode at any moment.
Well, I don't know what are transphasic torpedoes, but for one thing I am sure of is that the Whallalah has sufficient armament to help you to destroy this Comet.
My idea is that you send as many salvos of quantum torpedoes as you can in a row to the Comet and let the Whallalah finish destroying it with her weapons."
*Dalen has a look around him....*
///Okay, Tammy is still here. Mr Hirohito, too...But, holy galaxy, where is Mr de Heer?///
"Mr de Heer! Mr de Heer! We are returning to the Whallalah. We need to help these Starfleet pals! *Looking at Tammy* Any idea of where he could have been?"
"Alas, nope, boss, erm, General. He seems to have disappeared."
"Allons bon!"