The Flag Admiral's Office

[Vorak]

"Very well. Do you require any particular administrative equipment?"

[Paris Love]

OFF: Hmm...dinner at seven in the morning...'dem Vulcans are strange. I think you mean 1900 hours...But I'm not one to correct the admiral.

[Vorak]

*Vorak steps into the turbolift and the door closes and the  turbolift begins to move.*
"I hope that the Klingon Restaurant is a suitable choice for you? Or do you wish to eat elsewhere?"

[KHa Var]

"You, of all people, know that I am not some defenseless ghojmoq, to be pampered in some safe haven!  I am a SuvwI', vaj!  I am battle tested and proven.  I will joyfully embrace this danger you perceive.  I welcome it with open arms!  How can I forget what you risked at the  Vulcan High Council, I was there.  You left me before I knew that I carried a child!  Did you not find it illogical to hear nothing from your family, for 8 years?  I tried to send you word of my condition, but each transmission failed.  A transmission error was generated from Starfleet.  Your family was disgraced with the thought of a child resulting from our union.  They tried to convince me that you made a logical decision to desert me, and had renounced the existence of our marriage.  The logical reason why my transmissions were not received by you.  I did not trust them or their 'logic', I saw the disapproval of me in their eyes!  The closer it came to the child's birth, the more insistent they became in making me believe what they said.  I did not want to believe them, it was unlike your nature to do such a thing.  Things went a little far after that.  On the day of the birth, I still could not get through to you.  I was tired of hearing your family's logic, I denied help from any Vulcan by using force.  I commanded two of my crew to let no one enter the room we used in your family's house.  At first your parents accepted my decision.  Then nearly two days of hearing my screams, of which could be heard across the city, they decided my decision was unwise.  Your parents came to the room with a Vulcan doctor.  As I instructed my crewmen would not let them enter.  They told me that both of us would die if I did not let them help me.  I told them that they should let us die as it would remove their illogical problem.  Also that I would have the child and me die, before consenting to any denouncement of our marriage.  At that both of them chose not to say anything.  The doctor eventually convinced my crewmen that I was not thinking logically and my actions were irrational, even for a Klingon.  Not comfortable with the situation to begin with, they stepped down and let him enter the room.  With the doctors assistance, your son came into the light of day.  Your parents remained outside the room, having a disagreement:disagree2:.  Your mother's logic was to notify you of the birth of your son.  However your father's logic was that after all this time, you were better off not knowing.  Also he was not about to bother the Vulcan High Council, with such a trivial matter, to request Starfleet to discontinue the 'Red Code'--that limited the knowledge of your location, and transmissions to Starfleet officers."

*KHa'Var pauses for a moment.*

"Now you know about your son Vorlok, and why I did not inform you about him!  It has been over 7 years since I saw you last, during Ponn Farr.  Tell me what did you do for this last Ponn Farr?  Did your assistant Ms. Paris take care of that for you?  Or did you find someone else?  If so tell me who it was, then confine them for their own safety because I will hunt them down and feed them to the ship's resident targh, piece by piece."

*She paces back and forth in the office clenching and unclenching her fists.  The warrior's uniform making small squeaking and cracking noises, and her boots thud on the floor in a monotonous military rhythm.*

[Hermes]

"Good day, admiral. I have done a slight bit of research, to be able to be of service. May I assume that Vorlok is the young child that came aboard from the Klingon vessel, and has biosign readings indicating he is half Klingon and half Vulcan? If so, you should be able to find him in the medical department."

[Vorak]

"Thank you for coming at such short notice. I am certain that the others are on their way now too. There are matters of extreme importance and urgency that are required to be discussed. The entire station may be in danger."

OFF: Frank Gordon, nice to show up too http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'> Thanks.

[Taurik]

"They will not be able to board as long as the station can maintain it's shield grid."

Taurik looks at Admiral Montrell.

"Admiral, have you any idea how many Loxian cruisers are approaching?"

[Embries]

"Thoron... Hmm... It is a radioactive isotope by-product from the decay of thorium. A superconducting stator of thorium arkenide is suspended in pressurized chrylon gas, in the center of a sealed cylinder of anseium titanide 454, into which power from the electroplasma system is being channeled, powering the gravity field generators of a starship or space station. The residue-"

[Vorak]

"Very well. We can send a subspace message requesting assistance of the U.S.S. Excalibur and U.S.S. Tiberon, but we will send the message encoded, and make no mention of Loxians, for in case the Loxian fleet manages to intercept the transmission after all."
*Then he turns to Embries and Hedford.*
"Mr. Embries and Mr. Hedford, you are dismissed, so you may begin recalibrating the sensors."
*He glances at Kha'Var and nods at her.*

OFF: Let's do the following... have the ships that are supposed to be included in the Starphoenix Reconstruction mission, come over here around the time the battle starts. That way, the Starphoenix mission can start with all involved ships, after the Loxian battle is over. http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'>

[Vorak]

"Mr. Montrell, any information regarding the strength of the Loxian fleet, will only be gathered when Ms. Kha'Var takes her cloaked ship toward the position of their ships, and transmit any relevant information to us. Therefore, we should delay no further. I believe you all know what you have to do. Contact any ships you believe may be in time, but use secure channels only. If there are no other questions?"

[Vorak]

=^= Vorak to Kha'Var. Understood, and... good luck. Vorak out =^=

[Vorlok]

Off: I"ll just smile sweetly and blame u. YOu left me alone http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/tounge.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':p'> to wander around (even when she told you not to) so I"m out here coz of you. http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/tounge.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':p'>

[Will Karelia]

(OFF: Well, we await your return, Taryn. Good luck with the job.)

[Paris Love]

"If you'll be having me keeping account of your meetings and other activities, I'll need a handheld device that can store mass amounts of data in a calendar form."

[Vorak]

"Very well. It is now 0500 hours. By the time we return from the restaurant, your desk should be completely set-up and ready for use."