Bait and Smash

 Episode Name:  Bait and Smash

   Written By:  Fortunae

         Cast:  Avok, Fortunae, Golden, Gr'laH, Heller, Idrani, K'net-mauri, Mirell,

                S'Terik, Sarvok, Sovar and Zuh'raah'do.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Fortunae

     Aired On:  Thu Mar 27 01:35:49 2003

     Stardate:  53097.4

Time: Wed Mar 26 21:35:39 2003

Stardate: 53097

Fortunae goes home.

Fortunae has left.

Idrani comes into the conference room from the corridor.

Idrani has arrived.

Heller greets Idrani with a gracious smile and nod from where he is lounging casually at the conference table.

Sovar sits beside S'Terik, impassive as ever. He's looking out the viewport as he waits for the meeting to start.

K'net-mauri sits at his usual place under the banner of the Romulan Star Empire, remaining quite still.

Idrani steps into the conference room, taking a quick glance around. She walks directly over to Golden, murmuring something to him.

Idrani whispers to Golden, "Where's the Security detail outside?"

Golden whispers to Idrani, " I got here early. They aren't outside?"

Idrani whispers to Golden, "No. I would like two people outside. So long as one of them is not Cristobal."

Golden nods to the Andorian from his position at the wall and extracts his PADD, on which he begins typing immediately with his stylus.

S'Terik clasps his hand together and continues to wait in silence for the rest of the delegation to appear.

Idrani nods to Golden, then goes back to her regular place. She nods to the other diplomats and Ambassadors.

When it appears that no one else would be appearing, S'Terik speaks up. "The first item I wish to discuss is the summit that will be occuring in one month's time."

K'net-mauri turns his attention to S'Terik, looking at him gravely.

Zuh'raah'do comes into the conference room from the corridor.

Zuh'raah'do has arrived.

S'Terik says "This station has been chosen as the location where the discussion between the President of the Federation, the Praetor of the Romulan Star Empire, the Chancellor of the Klingon Empire, and the Grand Nagus of the Ferengi Alliance, among others, would be held." He pauses to allow Zuh'raah'do to enter.

Idrani sits at her normal place. She glances down at her PADD, hitting a button. Hearing Zuh'raah'do's entrance, her antennae move slightly in the Nausicaan's direction, but her gaze remains upon Ambassador S'terik.

Zuh'raah'do strides into the room, his breather going full-throttle as the Nausicaan takes in big, deep breaths. A large satchel is slung over Zuh'raah'do's shoulder, obviously full. Dark eyes move to process the fact that, as of yet, no Klingons are at the meeting. He nods, more to himself than anybody present, as he sits down next to Mr. Heller.

Sovar looks over from where he sits in his customary position at S'Terik's side as the Nausicaan enters.

Golden is in place at his customary location behind the Federation Delegation. His slips the stylus back onto his PADD and notes the arrival of the Nausicaan ambassador, then looks at the Klingon's empty seating for a moment before returning to his general watchful posture.

Heller gives Zuh a friendly wave and smile, unmindful apparently of the Nausicaan's dark mood. Heller whispers to Zuh'raah'do, "You haven't missed anything." He is leaning back in the leather chair, and looks pretty darned comfortable.

"Expect to see security heightened around the station in the following weeks," the Vulcan ambassador continues. To K'net-mauri, "Have you received word on the Star Empire's response to the summit?"

Zuh'raah'do offers his assistant a nod, shrugging off the satchel and lowering it to the floor inbetween he and Heller. The package makes a dull "thud", as the Ambassador doesn't seem to be overly-concerned with protecting the contents.

Idrani glances sidelong at Zuh'raah'do, attention snared by the 'thud'.

K'net-mauri nods to S'Terik. "Indeed. Our Praetor will attend." He looks around the table. "This is unprecedented. I trust the Federation will be mindful of the fact and take great care."

Sovar raises a slight brow at the news that the Romulan Praetor is attending.

"Indeed we will," says S'Terik. "Starfleet will take the utmost care in assuring the Praetor's safety. The Star Empire is welcome to check over the security that will be in place to see if it is satisfactory."

Golden keeps that facial expression detached and neutral, even though this news is very alarming.

Idrani listens quietly. She nods to K'net-mauri, acknowledging the Romulan's words, but gives no outward signs to her feelings.

Gr'laH comes into the conference room from the corridor.

Gr'laH has arrived.

. o O Idrani thinks "They're coming HERE??!! I think I'm going to be sick!"

Heller glances at K'net-mauri. Even he can appreciate the significance of this news, apparently.

Zuh'raah'do pulls out his PADD, seemingly losing interest quickly in the current conversation. His attention turns as the door opens and Gr'laH arrives.

. o O Zuh'raah'do thinks "I hope they protect the Alliance leaders better than they protect anything else around here."

Gr'laH stalks through the door, expression as sour as it's ever been. He slows upon finding an empty chair where Avok ought to be, his expression souring further still. He emits a quiet growl of annoyance as he slips into his seat, saying nothing.

Idrani gives Gr'laH a faint nod as he enters.

. o O Idrani thinks "This is going to get ugly."

"We were discussing the summit meeting happening here in a month," S'Terik tells Gr'laH. "Is there a response from the Klingon Empire regarding the summit?"

K'net-mauri nods to S'Terik. "Thank you. I am sure you will take no offense if we add our own. We have a few minor requests related to accomodation, but otherwise wish only to remind the respective powers to respect the soverignty of his vessel and its accompanying retinue."

"Of course," S'Terik says with a nod to K'net-mauri. "Starfleet should be contacted to add Romulan security details."

Gr'laH answers Idrani's nod before shifting his gaze to K'net-mauri, then on to S'terik. "The Chancellor will travel here in his flagship, under escort of the KDF. Any vessel that takes an approach vector -- any vessel that takes an approach vector -- to that convoy and its escorts will be destroyed without remorse. Otherwise we have nothing to state. The Summit will commence and he will attend it."

Zuh'raah'do snorts, then goes back to his PADD.

Idrani is about to say something to K'net-mauri, but falls silent as Gr'laH speaks. She regards the Klingon for a moment.

K'net-mauri looks to Gr'laH and takes in his words without comment or much expression.

. o O Golden thinks "Well, let's make sure the Praetor and the Chancellor come in on different vectors then shall we?"

Golden maintains his alertly placid expression, part of the background.

S'Terik keeps his gaze steady on Gr'laH as the Klingon describes their form of security measures for the arrival of Martok. "Very well. Word will be sent throughout the sector to stay away from the Chancellor's fleet." He scans the room before saying, "The government of Fimdari wishes for an update from your three powers regarding recent events. Has there been any news?"

Sovar is as placid as Golden, but less alert-seeming. His expression is distant, as he looks out a viewport.

Zuh'raah'do glances up at S'Terik but says nothing.

Heller swivels absently in his chair, staring at the computer terminal in front of him with a glassy expression.

Idrani flicks her gaze from Gr'laH, to Zuh'raah'do, then back to Gr'laH.

K'net-mauri looks at Gr'laH rather pointedly.

Golden has no part to play in the pointed glance pagaent, so keeps that neutral detachement thing going that works for him so often.

Gr'laH glances back to K'net-mauri rather blandly. His gaze then switches to Zuh'raah'do. Then back to S'Terik. "Tell them what you know, Ambassador. Matters are tense, relations strained. Tell them backdoor alliances and unofficial reinforcements of borders continue to threaten peace in this sector. Any update I could offer you at this point would supposition at best. We continue to strive for peace with the United Nausicaan Alliance. All else is uncertain."

Sovar goes on to prove that Golden don't know from neutral detachment, as he continues to gaze out the viewport placidly. Evidently, the anomaly is -particularly- pretty tonight.

A nod from S'Terik before he looks at the other two ambassadors present.

Idrani looks over at the big Nausicaan.

Avok comes into the conference room from the corridor.

Avok has arrived.

Zuh'raah'do slowly rises to his feet, his PADD finding a final resting on the table before him. "Where to begin...? The UNA also continues to take steps to protect our borders in order to have peace." The Ambassador picks up his bag, upturning it so that the contents spill onto the table. Out falls a dead, very dead, Nausicaan head. Zuh'raah'do doesn't give the lifeless eyes of his dead countryman a second thought as he continues. "We have brought to justice the man who caused the destruction of two KDF vessels in Federation space. He....resisted, so little information was gathered from him directly." Black eyes scan the room. "We are interrogating those close to him as we speak." Zuh'raah'do turns as Avok arrives, his eyes following the Ambassador, before he looks back to the table. "As for peace with the Klingons, that seems...unlikely...if the events of this past day are any indication."

Avok stalks in (does he ever enter any other way?), a bothered look on his face and a blinky Klingon PADD in his hand. With a deep respectful nod to those present, he pauses before sliding into his seat, his eyes catching sight of the head. "I encourage Ambassador Zuh'raah'do to say his piece about the events that are unfolding as we speak, before I give the latest reports. I have received quite a few updates on the situation, which precluded me from arriving until now. My apologies for my lateness."

S'Terik arches an eyebrow at the Nausicaan head on the table. "Please remove that from the table, Ambassador."

K'net-mauri raises a brow at Gr'laH, the looks to Zuh'raah'do and listens to him gravely. The head doesn't seem to shock him at all. He barely glances at it, then looks to Gr'laH for a moment, then to Avok, then back to the Nausicaan.

Zuh'raah'do waves a hand, the head rolling over towards Heller to handle.

Sarvok comes into the conference room from the corridor.

Sarvok has arrived.

Sovar looks away from the viewport as Avok enters. He frowns as the head goes rolling across the table.

. o O Golden thinks "Do you claim that as a meat product when you bring it through customs?"

Avok leans over to whisper to Gr'laH, his face dour and serious.

Sarvok enters and moves to his seat without comment, or even bothering to really look around the room except in the most cursory of ways.

Idrani lifts her chin slightly as the head rolls out. She doesn't appear bothered by the severed Nausicaan head on the table either, even peering closely at it to try to identify it as the Nausicaan pirate that attacked the KDF vessel earlier.

Golden is probably bothered by the rolling head on the table, but he keeps still anyway.

"Thank you," says S'Terik. After glancing over at Avok, he says to Zuh'raah'do, "Is there anything specific in regards to the issues between the UNA and the Klingon Empire that you wish to address before Ambassador Avok does?"

Avok whispers to Gr'laH, "I do not know just what reports you have recieved, but as of 1800 hours the task force that crossed the border was expecting to engage the renegade ship shortly and then return to our space. I am going to attempt to salvage the agreements we came to last meeting... nothing has been done to violate them."

Heller's attention shifts from the computer terminal to the rolling head. He pushes back from the table, rolls his eyes, and sighs. He gives Zuh a mildly searing glare, then picks the thing up by it's hair and plops it back into the bag.

Gr'laH eyes the severed head as it rolls about before grinning in a wholly pleased manner. It's Christmas for Gr'laH! Severed Nausicaan Head! Even better, the alleged severed head responsible for his brother's death! The old Klingon looks, of all things, somewhat uplifted. "I don't know, Ambassador S'Terik," Gr'laH counters, "I think it spruces up the room." Hearing Avok's whispers, Gr'laH grunts his agreement.

Heller whispers to Zuh'raah'do, "...Next time...Watch the pants, alright...?"

Sovar follows the theatrics with that same slight frown.

Idrani nods slightly to herself, initial inspection seeming to concur with Zuh'raah'do's contention of the identity of the head.

Sarvok raises an eyebrow as he notices the head wobbeling across the table, before look down at his PADD and tap a few times.

Idrani picks up her PADD, making a few notes.

K'net-mauri frowns, looking at the confering Klingons. "I fear that I fail to see how the behavior of Klingon forces can be described as a 'strive for peace.' If Ambassador B'val's misinformation is responsible for Klingon aggression against the Nausicaans, why have you not withdrawn on learning it to be false? Why does the nature of the cargo that this person," he gestures at the bag the head dissapeared into, "Was evidently so eager to sacrifice a ship for, remain undisclosed? And why would twenty-six Klingon vessels follow a cargo ship into Nausicaan space and destroy the UNA patrol vessel that went to intercept it?"

"Are you Ambassador Zuh'raah'do, /Romulan/?" Is Gr'laH's snapping reply, "Let him speak without your smooth and unworked hand up his backside and we will answer to /him/."

Avok raises his hand slightly to silence Gr'laH. "Neither are you the UNA Ambassador, Captain. We should all let him speak."

Sarvok reads his PADD and his left eyebrow juts up considerabley before he turns to look at Idrani.

K'net-mauri grins a little at Gr'laH. Not a nice grin at all. "It interests me to see that the Klingons continue to mass forces just rimward of our own borders, for no legitimate reason I can comprehend."

Idrani glances at K'net-mauri as he speaks, then over at Gr'laH with arched brows at the insult.

Zuh'raah'do moves back from the table, giving the big alien room to both stand and to speak without the table banging into his knees. "Earlier today, a Klingon invasion fleet crossed our mutual border, allegedly in pursuit of a Free Registered Draconis Class trade vessel, the S.S. Left Hand, as it skirted along the Klingon-Nausicaan border. Our last reported sightings of the Left Hand place the vessel most recently in Klingon, followed by Othan space. The vessels crossing are the House Kang 327th wing, a famous tool of Klingon aggression during the dominion war under the Command of the famous Fleet Captain Krotar of house Kang; and a IKDF task group under the command of a Captain Doral. At least twenty-six vessels crossed our border, were they were challenged by the UNA Do'Par'Min, a D-7 class cruiser, that directed them to return to Klingon space and leave the S.S. Left Hand to UNA punishment. They refused." Zuh'raah'do glances down towards Heller as he speaks, then back to the rest of the room. "The Do'Par'Min contacted the Romulan vessel Kora-D'lin for assistance and the Romulans also directed the Klingons to turn back. They refused. The Klingons then destroyed Do'Par'Min, all hands were lost." Zuh'raah'do pauses, noting K'net-mauri's questions and Gr'laH's reply. A smile crawls into place. "After they were a full light year into Nausicaan space, a full half a light year beyond the point which we generously offered to consider a mutual neutral zone, Nausicaan force moved in the Klingon invaders and destroyed their entire aggression fleet. In concordance with the previously stated position of the Klingons, that House forces intruding were acting on their own and thus criminals, all of the House Kang Klingons that surrendered or that were rescued after their vessels were destroyed were tried under a UNA Military Tribunal and given swift justice. The IKDF Klingons that surrendered or were rescued after their ships were destroyed are being held as Prisoners of War and are being given food and medical treatment while being transported to our Prison Moon for detention." Zuh'raah'do returns to his seat. "We are willing to discuss their release, in exchange for the 300 workers that were taken by House Kang in their previous forray into our space."

Sovar raises a brow at the Nausicaan's speech. He looks over to S'Terik, as if for confirmation.

Idrani's lips tighten slightly as she listens.

. o O Idrani thinks "Told you the Nausicaans would not be an easy conquest!"

If it is possible for a Klingon's pallor to go pale, Avok's does so as news of the fate of the Klingon vessels reaches his ears. Within moments, though, his composure is regained, and he checks his PADD once more for any updates, maybe some news to contradict the claims of the UNA ambassador. Finding nothing, he raises two fingers to S'Terik. "If I might have a moment to confer with my adjutant, Ambassador?"

S'Terik's expressions remain unchanged as he takes his eyes off of the Nausicaan and nods to Avok.

Avok swivels his seat and hunches over to lean on his elbows, speaking in low tones to Gr'laH.

Idrani taps away at her PADD during the brief intermission.

. o O Golden thinks "Oh my god, we are going to have another war."

K'net-mauri makes his grin dissapear shortly after it showed up, but there is a definate note of vicious glee in his eye, either at Zuh'raah'do's news or Avok's reaction to it.

Avok whispers to Gr'laH, "This is.... a travesty. Our entire attack wing lost? I find it hard to believe the UNA did this without outside aid... but we must go on that assumption for now, and we must assume that he speak truth, for I have heard nothing from the task force for five hours. Would I be wrong in continuing to seek peace?"

Perhaps surprisingly, Gr'laH's expression barely alters at the news of the fate of the House Fleet. He's content to stare at Zuh'raah'do with his single eye, expression as impassive -- or possibly moreso -- as it has ever been. Avok's words cause Gr'laH to shift his gaze back towards his Ambassador with a mild sigh. And as he's never been much for whispers he simply states, "No. You would not. We have our orders."

Sovar is paying full attention to the gathering, now. He's watching the Klingons quite closely, indeed.

Zuh'raah'do isn't looking at anyone at all. He's back working at his PADD, pulling up data.

Golden finds that it takes some effort to keep his hand away from the reassuring feeling of the handle of his weapon, he does so, but his fingers betray a slight twitch even if his hand stays well clear.

Sarvok alternates between taping on his PADD and watching the Klingon delegation.

Golden decides to make a note to keep his hand busy, so puts stylus to PADD but keeps a wary eye on the delegates less the border dispute move physically into the conferance room.

S'Terik is motionless, and his eyes seem as if they are only staring at the space in front of him.

"I do have a question, Ambassador," Gr'laH asks of Zuh'raah'do, "while the terminology of those prisoners is appropriate to their treatment, are we to understand that the United Nausicaan Alliance has declared war against the Klingon Empire?"

Zuh'raah'do looks over towards Gr'laH, then to Avok as he speaks.

K'net-mauri watches the Klingons with keen attention. Faltering is so very interesting.

Heller watches the Klingons with a casual grin, meanwhile. Confidence. Not necessarily self-confidence, it should be noted, as there is a rather reassuring Starfleet presence in the vicinity.

Idrani continues to sit quietly, her jaw tense. She taps intermittantly on her PADD, recording details for further reference. It will be another night of burning the midnight oil for the young Andorian.

Sovar turns his attention from the Klingons to Zuh'raah'do as Gr'laH asks a very interesting question.

Zuh'raah'do looks towards the Klingons, considering each in turn. To Gr'laH, he says "The United Nausicaan Alliance is carefully considering its next steps concerning Klingon aggression." His eyes glance around the room quickly before returning to the Klingon assembly. "After sending a Klingon war hero to Sto'vo'kor, along with the majority of two Commands, I fear that war will be on our doorstep regardless of what the UNA decides to do. As for now, we are fortifying our border and cleaning up the wreckage, nothing more."

Avok sighs deeply, and in a gesture of some irony deletes the speech he had prepared for the occasion on his PADD. Off the cuff for a second time in a row, it seems. He places his elbows on the table, splaying his fingers before him, and closes his eyes as he begins to speak, visualizing the words to himself before he speaks them. "At 1507 hours today a message was sent from Captain Doral, son of Durnal. He reported an intrusion of Klingon space by an unregistered Draconis Class transport and immediately set course to intercept it. The great Hero of the Dominion War, Krotar the Scarred of House Kang and his 327th Wing of the House Kang Fleet also moved to intercept. The vessel turned back on detecting our vessels, and Fleet Captain Krotar contacted Captain Doral and conferred with him. It was agreed that making an example of the vessel which had violated the recent understanding along the Nausicaan border was appropriate. They linked up forces and crossed the Nausicaan border in pusuit. After they crossed into Nausicaan space, an alleged UNA vessel of the D-7 class decloaked and issued a directive to the Klingon Task Force to return across the border immediately and that they would deal with the rogue cargo vessel. Fleet Captain Krotar and Captain Doral agreed that this was not the lesson they wished to deliver, so they told the UNA vessel to disengage so they could deal with the violation of Klingon space themselves. The D-7 contacted a Romulan vessel in the area, the Kora-d'lin, which in turn hailed the Klingon Task group. Fleet Captain Krotar invited the Romulan to assist them in thier chase as a fellow member of the alliance, or to stay out of the way. The Romulan responded by withdrawng and cloaking. The D-7 fired on Fleet Captain Krotar's vessel, the Torath class IKS Rek'trel, so the Klingons were required to destroy the vessel. We have received no reports since almost 1800, and so we are willing to accept your account of events for the time being. Let me reiterate again that our task group /did not/ fire first on any Nausicaan vessel, and was merely in pursuit of a vessel in violation of the recently established Neutral Zone. When fired upon, they returned fire. This is standard operating procedure for Klingon Defense Force vessels, and I am not surprised at all by their actions. The House Kang fleets, it should be noted, are under a different operational command and do not report to the Chancellory or the IKDF. Their actions, or demise, are their own concern, and the head of House Kang will have to negotiate the release of said prisoners with you; they are not in custody of the Empire. The KDF officers, however, are another matter... but the Empire has no cause nor desire to declare a state of war between our two nations. Our officers acted in error; such is the burden of command placed upon them. Subspace is a wonderful thing, but in the field each captain must do as he sees fit... this is the responsibility we give them with their vessels. Because two of ours chose to pursue a vessel into your space is not reason enough for me to walk away from this table, nor is the violation of the neutral zone by what might just be a harmless trader. I have a desire to begin negotiations for the prisoners immediately, and will attempt to contact a representative from House Kang as soon as possible, but there will be no declaration of war from the Empire tonight."

Idrani goes home.

Idrani has left.

Idrani comes into the conference room from the corridor.

Idrani has arrived.

S'Terik, after listening to Avok's message, looks over to Zuh'raah'do for the response.

Heller leans back in his chair, eyeing Avok intently during the protracted speech.

. o O Idrani thinks "They're awful eager to send a 26 ship fleet after a /Draconis/ class. And quick to destroy a D-7, which was absolutely no threat to them."

K'net-mauri simply listens, seeming to give the Klingon his complete attention.

Zuh'raah'do looks at his PADD. "Our reports are that the UNA Do'Par'Min fired a warning shot, well clear of the hull and shields of the IKS Rek'trel. The fact remains, Ambassador, that twenty-six war vessels.../twenty-six/...crossed into our space in order to hunt down one unaffiliated cargo vessel, ignored the warnings of both a UNA and an Imperial Romulan vessel to leave our space and then continuted on to their collective doom. House Kang might be under a different operational command, but they are members of the Klingon Empire. If you cannot control your houses, and you take no responsibility for their actions, then there can be no peace." Zuh'raah'do glowers for a moment, then enhales deeply the mist from his breather. "We are willing to exchange them back with the Klingons as a gesture of our good faith for the safe and healthy return of our subjects that were abducted two weeks ago by the Intergalactic Criminals of House Kang. There will be no negotiations with Kang."

Sovar turns to S'Terik, as if to request permission to speak.

Idrani speaks up, "Ambassador K'net-mauri, can the Romulan vessel in the area confirm the actions of the D-7 ship, prior to its destruction?"

Gr'laH settles back into his chair and grunts softly. And that's actually, more or less the whole of it.

K'net-mauri nods to Idrani, "Indeed," he says. "And it has. We were watching. The UNA's D-7 fired a warning shot over the Toreth-class Klingon vessel, no doubt the flagship of that force of twenty-six. The Klingons acted as a group to destroy the D-7."

S'Terik nods to Sovar.

Avok shakes his head. "We cannot control /any/ ship on the frontier any more than you can one of your own. If an officer in your military does something you do not agree with, the most you can do is send a communique ordering them home or send a ship to /bring/ them home. We did both, but Qo'nos is a long way from the UNA border. The fact is that this decision was made on the fly, in the heat of the moment, and action was taken before consulting with the High Command - as is customary! We cannot expect our officers to have their hands held... it is ridiculous to assume that such a policy could last in any modern military covering a space the size of the Empire. If you wish to make a declaration of one sort or the other, do so, but do not persist in vague threats and statements."

Sovar says to Avok, "Ambassador, I am unclear as to your position. Does the Klingon Empire support the actions of the small fleet that entered Nausicaan space, decry their actions, or disavow knowledge entirely? It seems as if it is somewhere between the first and third options."

Avok responds, "We support the action of chasing the renegade trader back across the Neutral Zone. The fleet's actions from that point on, when they crossed the Neutral Zone, are condemned by the Empire."

Sovar says, "Thank you for the clarification, Ambassador."

"Do you wish to reply to Ambassador Avok," S'Terik asks of Zuh'raah'do.

Zuh'raah'do looks over towards K'net-mauri, a brief expression of suprise on his face before the old Nausicaan buries it. He glances back towards Avok and chuckles. Although the effort seems to pain him, the Nausicaan continues to chuckle as he shakes his head softly. "Are you telling me that the Empire has so little control over their forces that twenty-six ships can cross your border on a whim? If twenty-six ships of the Andorian Defense Fleet crossed into Klingon space, you would expect nothing from the Federation as a reply?" He glances towards Sovar as he speaks, offering the Vulcan a nod before looking back towards Avok. "I do not wish to be vague, so let me speak very clearly. The days of old, Ambassador, are behind us. We do not wish for war, but the Klingons not only ignore us, but your own allies. We are fortifying our border and are officially asking the Federation and the Romulan Star Empire for vessels to patrol the future "neutral zone" between our powers. If another "accident" occurs, with flights of Klingon vessels violating our space in a blatant military action, we will destroy them as we destroyed their predecessors. Am I clear?"

Idrani waits for Avok's response before commenting on the request for Federation reinforcements of the Klingon-Nausicaan boarder.

Golden looks between the delegates with obvious interest despite his attempt to look detached to what is transpiring, but he also flicks his eyes to those that are being quiet, like Gr'lah, because it is from quiet that an unfortunate surprise often manifests.

Sarvok watches his superiors intently and makes notes on his PADD.

Avok narrows his eyes at Zuh'raah'do. "I can see the good Ambassador is not particularly interested in listening this evening, as I have already explained the nuances of our interaction with our captains to him. Yes, you are clear, and know that the same goes for any vessel crossing the border into our space, civilian, paramilitary, or UNA. I will still speak with the elder of House Kang, but as no state of war has been declared, prisoner exchange rules do not apply, and I expect the return of the IKDF officers with all due expediency, to be tried and court-martialed by their rightful superiors."

K'net-mauri eyes Avok rather skeptically.

Sarvok turns his attention to the Klingon with an expression of muted incredulity.

Sovar interjects, mildly, "Ambassador Zuh'raah'do, Ambassador Avok, it seems illogical to reinforce the obvious. It is certain that the UNA and the Klingon government have already reinforced their respective borders, given the size of fleets which recently met each other in battle. This posturing is without purpose, and only aggrevates tensions." He turns to Avok. "I am personally concerned over the lack of responsibility evinced on the part of the Klingon government, in regards to this event. Seeing as the Klingons were the acknowledged aggressors in this instance, it would behoove the Klingon Ambassador to adopt a more conciliatory approach, especially considering that the UNA has every right, under interstellar law, to try all prisoners as war criminals."

Idrani continues to listen quietly, occasionally taking notes. She's been rather quiet tonight.

Zuh'raah'do hmm's. "I do not understand Klingon politics as well as I thought, Ambassador. When an Ambassador speaks for a government, I expect that he speaks for a government. I do not ask the Klingons, or Romulans, or the Federation to speak to individual tribes, then why should it be expected that an individual Klingon house would hold so much power in spite of their central government?" Zuh'raah'do hmm's once again. "Perhaps the Nausicaan people are more unified than the Klingon people after all." Zuh fall silent for a moment, then nods. "You will have your officers back, Ambassador, after the return of the..." Zuh rereads his PADD. "...my apologies, the 200 Moroglo workers that House Kang kidnapped." Zuh glances over towards Sovar, but doesn't reply to or add to what the Vulcan has stated.

Avok turns his head to face the Vulcan, responding curtly, "The Klingon Empire has yet to acknowledge being the aggressor, or perhaps your hearing is flawed. Our border was violated to ignite the incident, not theirs. Nor is there a war on, Ambassador, making them simply in violation of a direct order, and thus deserving of a court-martial."

Avok purses his lips, holding back the reply that comes instinctively to his lips. He turns to S'Terik, speaking as cordially as possible. "Well, Ambassador, it seems that this issue has been resolved as much as it can this evening. If I might have the floor to bring up another matter of concern?"

Gr'laH actually answers Zuh'raah'do's question, in that Avok does not. "If twenty-six vessels of the Andorian Defense Force crossed our borders and destroyed one of our vessels, we would expect an answer, of course. Andoria being a part of the Federation, and the Federation being part of the Alliance. I imagine that we would view this force, however, as one of two things. Either an attack force that has been disavowed for its failure in a deceptive ruse by those above them, or as a rogue fleet acting against orders and good sense. As you so nobly declared not long ago at this table, Ambassador, you are recently solidified beneath a single governing body. A single Warlord. Congratulations. As you are no doubt aware, to firmly and with all authority govern a 'lesser' feudal power, you must conquer it. And as you are also no doubt aware, a government acting with autonomous houses with their own rights and authorities -- greatly decentralized -- cannot account for every thought and deed of its people. We expect our Houses to act with honor and with the interests of the Empire in mind. When they do not, they prove themselves unfit. It has always been the way, it is the way it is now, it is the way it shall be in the future. Perhaps they are more 'unified'. Perhaps they might be called captives of the state without freedom. These semantics are unimportant to the argument at hand. We have spoken our course. You have answered it."

K'net-mauri never takes notes, nor does he read from them. He lifts a brow at Avok. "Ah. So if I should enter Klingon space with twenty-six warships, refuse to heed the orders of Klingon patrol vessel, and then destroy it, I can claim I am not the aggressor? I will keep that in mind."

Sovar seems about to reply to Gr'laH, but stops himself as the Nausicaans and Klingons all speak in turn.

"Indeed, further arguments may only serve to aggravate matters," says S'Terik. To Avok, "Please proceed, Ambassador."

Zuh'raah'do can't help but offer the Romulan Ambassador a smile before returning his attention towards the Klingons.

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Avok shrugs. "It is a simple matter. Our scientists have confirmed that the plutonium isotope used in the nuclear bombs on Bak'TUR were of Rynkan and Teirian origin. Though this isotope can be created by others, energy signatures prove that it was not. The Klingon Empire is mobilizing for war with the Rynkan Confederacy, and the war is expected to be very short. If, however, the Ferengi decide to interfere, the High Council has declared that it will extend the state of war to include the Ferengi Alliance as well. That is the message I was instructed to relay to the meeting and the Ferengi Ambassador who has chosen not to join us this evening."

Idrani looks back at Avok, inclining her head slightly.

. o O Zuh'raah'do thinks "I know of 26 ships that won't be making that engagement."

S'Terik nods in acknowledgement to Avok as well. Then, to the room, "Is there anything else anyone would like to bring to the table?"

K'net-mauri eyes Avok with some annoyance. "This issue is resolved as much as it can be? That is indeed ill-news." He looks at Zuh'raah'do, "Tell me, did you recover the cargo vessel?"

Zuh'raah'do shakes his head. "Initial reports are that it was lost during the fighting."

Idrani speaks up, "Getting back to our headless friend," she says smoothly, "Where -did- you find him?"

K'net-mauri nods gravely. "Indeed." He glances at Idrani, then looks back to the Klingons. "You have yet to tell me just what it was he was trying so very hard to steal."

Zuh'raah'do turns towards Idrani. "Nausicaa IV." he says quietly, simply, before falling silent, eyes on K'net-mauri.

Avok whispers to Gr'laH, "I do not believe we should divulge the information just yet.... although on the other hand, the man is already dead. My only concern is the well-being of the task force."

"What concern is it of yours, Ambassador, what they wished to steal?" Gr'laH asks this with a wave of a hand at Avok's whispering, expression mildly annoyed.

Idrani nods in acknowledgement of Zuh's words, falling silent as Gr'laH speaks.

Avok nods, content to let Gr'laH handle this matter. The older Klingon follows the path of Avok's first instinct, anyway, so what does it matter who speaks the words?

Sovar says, "It is the concern of the United Federation of Planets, considering that we very nearly lost a starship due to the theft."

Zuh'raah'do says, "And the United Nausicaan Alliance, as a war was almost started over the incident. And, most likely, the cargo is in our space."

Idrani makes a note on her PADD, still listening.

"It is not my fault that you are unaware of the cargo, Sovar." Gr'laH notes that towards the Vulcan sincerely as though that is, in actuality, the case. And then he answers Zuh'raah'do. "It is not. The cargo was destroyed with the Warbird that carried it," Gr'laH eyes K'net-mauri with a smirk at that before returning his gaze to Zuh'raah'do, "in the explosion that destroyed the Kol'mak. We consider the matter closed, and that has been our position since the hour of its occurrence. That we even discuss this is not due to us. That you know of this is not due to us. It is due to the complaints of the United Federation of Planets." Gr'laH points towards S'Terik. "I believe that is the man you wish to speak to."

Zuh'raah'do nods, eyes sparkling, mouth silent.

S'Terik remains stoic in his seat.

K'net-mauri smiles at Gr'laH, quite unkindly. "They made great sacrifices to get it. That warbird, I understand, was destroyed when it self-destructed. It must have been interesting, this cargo. The Nausicaans are short on warbirds. And while the Nausicaan Unified Alliance has made great concessions in her attempt to keep the peace -- these trade lanes, this neutral zone, the Klingon Empire seems to continue to mass along the Nausicaan border without giving much of a reason why. It puzzles me. I seek clues. And I urge you to convince your government to withdraw its fleets from there. They are getting too excited." A beat, a dry smile, "And I also urge you to account for the Klingon-manufactured weapons smuggled into the Othan sector, and to assist your ally in digging out the rogue elements that threaten our alliance and our peace." Another beat. "As for Rynka, I urge you to hold your attack until the Star Empire and the Federation can discuss the implications of a war occuring in our neutral zone. I am not happy with the idea of Klingon warships chasing Rynkan cargo vessels into -Romulan- space."

Mirell comes into the conference room from the corridor.

Mirell has arrived.

Sovar adds his voice to K'net-mauri's, "Nor Federation space."

Idrani doesn't add her comments, content to listen. She pays close attention to K'net-mauri's words.

Avok says from where he leans back in his seat, "The Empire has made plenty of concessions on the matter with the UNA, and refrained from open hostilities multiple times. But I have no doubt that if nuclear devices were detonated on a Romulan world, you would not hesitate to act. Our decision stands, Ambassador." He disregards Sovar's comment... lop off the head and the body follows.

Sarvok steeples his fingers.

Gr'laH glances up to Avok as he speaks, raising an eyebrow. He looks to K'net-mauri with a small shake of the head and nothing more. When the head speaks, apparently, the body sits in silence.

K'net-mauri replies, "Oh, I am not suggesting that the Klingon Empire forgoe its vengance entirely. However, it would behoove you to take consideration for the concerns of Rynka's neighbors."

Idrani speaks up, "Ambassador Avok, I would suggest that an attack on Rynk be held off at least until Ambassador Lux has the opportunity to speak on behalf of the Ferengi Alliance. I am not saying that there should be no reprecussions on the Rynkans for their actions on Bak'TUR, but you have been patient for many weeks now. A little longer can do no harm. Particularly, I would be curious as to the Rynkan's motives for attacking Bak'TUR."

Sovar is evidently part of the creature with two heads. "I remain concerned about the Klingon government engaging in a war, expecting the Federation's support as an ally, when it is obvious that they cannot even keep their ships from invading our space in search of their latest target." He nods to Idrani. "And I fully endorse Lt.Idrani's comments."

"I concur." Gr'laH's words. Apparently the body has indigestion.

Mirell makes her way inside, silently seating herself beside K'net-mauri. She sets an inactive padd on the table and settles into a straight-backed posture, listening to the discussion.

Avok taps his chin momentarily, then responds to both comments at once. "Their motives are a moot point, Lieutenant. We will not be striking for a few days at least, a week or two at most, so Ambassador Lux will have plenty of time to speak to his heart's content. And to answer the Ambassador's comment, if the Romulans so wish, they can station observers among the Klingon fleet... details to be hammered out later, of course. We hold no ill will towards the Star Empire, and value its opinion greatly. Rest assured that any Rynkan vessel entering your space will be considered under the protection of your government, and we will make no attempt to pursue." He turns to Sovar. "You are misinformed, as you have proven to be in the past. If you choose to represent your government, research the issues at hand... Klingon vessels have not entered Federation space with weapons primed save for the incident regarding the Thomas Paine, and that was in response to a distress call. I believe the report is availible to most Starfleet officers... if not, I will forward you my copy."

Golden considers the arrival of Mirell with a note of curiosity, then returns his attention to the lively discussion that ensues about the table.

Sovar says, dryly, "I am well aware of the report, and that, to date, no Klingon vessel has engaged in unauthorized actions near our border. Regardless, as you have disavowed any control over the actions of the Great Houses, logic would indicate that the Federation cannot, with certainty, trust that such an unauthorized action will not occur in the future."

"Then sever the alliance, Sovar, as Logic dictates. Or abide by it and be silent. But as you lack the ability to do the former, logic dictates you do the latter." Gr'laH's words once more, spoken without a movement from his otherwise bulbous body.

Zuh'raah'do listens.

Avok retorts with the beginnings of a chuckle, "Well spoken. I have been over the issue of responsibility of commanders again and again... I will not retreat old ground. If the Ambassador's Adjutant here has any further concerns, he may direct them to my adjutant." A smirk, shot briefly towards Gr'laH.

K'net-mauri watches the Klingons in his hawkish fashion. He doesn't seem amused.

Sovar turns to face Gr'laH, as Avok requests. "Logic, in fact, dictates that the Federation expects accountability from its allies. Logic also dictates that an alliance with the Klingon Empire is productive. As a representative of the Federation, I am responsible for upholding its ideal and expectations. Therefore, Mr.Gr'laH, logic requires me to speak. I apologize if my questions offend you." He says, simply, "What assurances do we, or for that matter, the Romulan government, have that the Klingon Empire will exert more control over their ships than they have during the unfortunate incident with the Nausicaans?"

S'Terik has his hands clasped together on his lap as he listens.

Golden makes a note on his PADD thoughtfully.

Avok sighs. "If you can increase the speed of subspace communications, then, by all means, do so. We will be happy to accept such a gift from our erstwhile allies. As it stands, it takes a few hours for a message to go one way from any given border to Qo'nos. Our Captains act in the interests of the Empire--" He is cut off, as Gr'laH begins to speak. Or bark, as it were.

Gr'laH speaks once more, cutting off Avok, "You did not insult me with your question. But calling me 'Mister' at a Diplomatic table where I am an Aide to an Ambassador and speak for an Empire? That insults me. Calling me Mister in any fashion insults me, Sovar. Away from the table I am Captain Gr'laH. At it: Ambassador's Aide Gr'laH." Gr'laH gestures back to Avok, "Apologies, Ambassador."

Zuh'raah'do watches the disharmony amongst the Alliance members with a rather bored expression, all things considered.

Avok shakes his head. "None nessecary, Captain." He turns to S'Terik. "If the rightful Ambassador of the Federation has anything to add, I believe it would be for the better."

K'net-mauri eyes Gr'laH with considerable distain in response to the interruption. He looks then to Sovar, "I would take that to mean 'none at all.'" He looks back at Avok coldly.

Sarvok watches attentively, keeping his comments to himself.

Idrani speaks up again, her voice smooth and soft, "Gentlemen, please. We need to keep to the issues at hand. As of right now, the UNA and the Klingon Empire are not at war. The Klingon Empire is willing to hear the words of Ambassador Lux before taking retribution against the Rynkans. Internal Klingon politics is best left to the High Council. However, Ambassador K'net-mauri posed a question that has been overlooked. Ambassador Avok, do you have any comment to the contention that Klingon weapons are turning up on Otha?"

Mirell arches a brow at the Klingons. She says nothing, but her displeasure is plain.

Avok shakes his head. "No inroads have been made in that matter, and my inquiries have as yet gone unanswered. As soon as anything is turned up, I will report it."

Idrani nods pleasantly. "Thank you, Ambassador."

"If there is nothing else, this meeting can conclude," says S'Terik.

K'net-mauri stares at Avok with scalpel intensity.

Sovar looks to Idrani, and S'Terik, and then resumes his neutral gazing out the viewport.

Idrani nods to S'terik, turning to Heller and Zuh'raah'do, "If the UNA does not mind, I think that Starfleet medical should take care of the... potiential biohazard that comes along with severed body parts." She smiles a little.

Sarvok slips his PADD into a pocket in his duty trousers.

Zuh'raah'do turns off his PADD, sliding it into his pocket. He nods to Lt. Idrani. "Do with it what you like, Lieutenant. Although Dr. Haven might like to have a look at it." He stands up, offering each governmental representative a nod. "Good evening."

Sovar stands silently, and walks out.

Sovar steps out of the conference room.

Sovar has left.

Heller smiles wanly at Idrani, having already wiped his own hands who knows where. He perks up at the mention of Dr. Haven. "Hey... I'd be delighted to transport it to the Infirmary, if that would be helpful."

Idrani murmurs something to S'terik.

K'net-mauri leans back in his chair a little and sits there looking at the Klingons.

Zuh'raah'do waves a hand towards Heller as he walks out "As you wish."

Zuh'raah'do steps out of the conference room.

Zuh'raah'do has left.

Mirell picks up her padd as it beeps quietly. She glances at the dispaly for a few seconds before offering the padd to K'net-mauri.

S'Terik says to the ambassadors, "Very well, then. Thank you for your participation."

Idrani whispers to S'Terik, "I apologize if I spoke out of turn, Ambassador. At times, a female interjection has worked to counteract the testostrone levels."

K'net-mauri looks at Mirell's padd, but doesn't take it immediately.

S'Terik gives Idrani a quick, little nod before standing up.

S'Terik steps out of the conference room.

S'Terik has left.

Idrani says to Heller. "Better leave it here, Mr. Heller. Or Dr. Park will complain about the possibility of contamination between here and the Infirmary. I'd rather have it transported with proper medical equipment." She glances sidelong at the satchel.

Avok rises, with a glance to Gr'laH. "I would speak with you, later." Later is not now, and Avok departs for parts unknown.

Avok steps out of the conference room.

Avok has left.

K'net-mauri nods to Mirell, smiling faintly.

Sarvok says to himself as his rises from his seat, "Curious."

Idrani gestures for Sarvok to remain behind.

Gr'laH snorts softly, "Certainly not before the next meeting you are late for." Fortunately, Avok is gone before Gr'laH speaks. Or perhaps unfortunately. It is at that point that Gr'laH looks to K'net-mauri, "Before you leave, Ambassador, /I/ would hear your concerns regarding the coming Rynkan conflict. I can convey them to Martok personally."

Mirell mirrors the Ambassador's smile and nod before deactivating the PADD and tucking it back into the pocket of her heavy tunic.

Sarvok nods to Lt. Idrani and remains standing near his chair.

Heller stands, picking up the bag. "Sure." He smiles another gracious smile. "Where would you like it?"

Golden takes a human moment to exhale a bit of breath held for quite some time. He puts his PADD away.

Idrani says, "You can just leave it on the table, Mr. Heller. Thank you."

K'net-mauri lifts a brow at Gr'laH. "Obviously my concern is that Rynka is very close to Romulan space. If you are engaging in ship to ship battles in that area, you will shortly find yourselves violating our neutral zone. I am sure you can understand why we might mislike to see Klingon warships doing that." A pause, a faint smile. "You did just announce this intent to strike at Rynka. I have yet to report it to my government, and may not be aware of every point of interest."

Heller sets the bag down with a bit of flair. Not too much flair, so as to avoid unseemly splattering. "You are welcome." He smiles again. "Now, if you will excuse me... Goodnight everyone."

"That is, apparently, the will of the High Council. I see it as brazen to enter into this war without giving the Ferengi the chance to join us in the conflict. Or withdraw. Or at least -speak-. This, too, must be done. I have no estimates of the fleet strength we will amass. And I have no estimates of our arrival date or vectors of approach. We cannot simply fly a fleet of war through allied space without permission. So we must seek that from the Federation as it seems you are loathe to allow such. Pursuit of enemy craft may take us into your space. This is the case. How would you have this handled? Do you wish to join us in the attack? Joint escort? Do you simply forbid any craft from entrance? What action will be taken if they do?"

Sarvok whispers to Idrani, "Excuse me, Sir, nut I have to excuse myself for a moment. If you need me I will be up in the office."

Idrani nods to Sarvok, "Of course, Ensign. We'll speak later."

Sarvok looks to the other occupants of the room and as he makes his way to the door.

Sarvok steps out of the conference room.

Sarvok has left.

Heller steps out of the conference room.

Heller has left.

Idrani looks at the severed head-in-a-bag. "Excuse me," she says, addressing the Romulans and Gr'laH. "I really need to get someone from medical up here to take care of ... this. Can I ask you to adjourn?"

"I have no wish to snatch the blood of Rynka from the mouths of Bak'TuR's avengers," replies K'net-mauri mildly. "However, you are aware of our policies about the neutral zone. I have no wish to see a conflict arise when you persue your enemies beyond borders. But we are unlikely to endure breaches of our space by Klingon battleships. Particularly considering the current state of affairs elsewhere on our border." He looks up at Idrani, nods, and starts to rise. "You suggest your war will be short," he says, still speaking to the Klingon. "How short?"

"I do not see why Medical cannot remove the head with us sitting here speaking in chambers. But it is your Station, Lieutenant." Gr'laH eases from his seat before noting aside to the Ambassador, "If the Ferengi do not intervene? A matter of days. Weeks at most. The Rynkan Fleet cannot withstand even a small task force of Klingon Birds of Prey. If we choose to engage in a ground war, matters become more prolonged and more difficult. If the Ferengi choose to involve themselves and defend the slaughter of Bak'TUR? There can be no estimation." Gr'laH gestures with his hand, "After you, Ambassador."

Idrani says quietly, "I am sensitive to the fact that neither of you may like a medical officer in here cleaning the room and disposing of the remains, while you are discussing sensitive matters."

K'net-mauri nods. "If the Ferengi intervene," he says, straightening up, "There will be more to discuss. If you war stays on the Federation side of the neutral zone, we will do nothing. If it stays on the ground at Rynka, we will do nothing. If it ventures into the neutral zone we will object. If Klingon fleets linger there as they do elsewhere, we will object." He the turns away from the table and walks slowly for the door.

Mirell stands and follows after K'net-mauri. She remains silent.

Idrani says quietly, "I am sensitive to the fact that neither of you may like a medical officer in here cleaning the room and disposing of the remains, while you are discussing sensitive matters." (repose)

K'net-mauri nods to Idrani as he walks past her. A faint smile, "I understood your reasoning, Lieutenant. Thank you."

K'net-mauri steps out of the conference room.

K'net-mauri has left.

Gr'laH flares his nostrils and sighs in a tired fashion. "I am pleased I could entertain your possible objections, Ambassador." He waits for the Romulans to retire giving Idrani the 'I'll just wait here a moment for the sake of my temper' look before withdrawing.

Mirell arches a brow at Idrani as she exits after the Ambassador.

Mirell steps out of the conference room.

Mirell has left.

Gr'laH goes home.

Gr'laH has left.

Golden studiously doens't make eye contact with the Klingon lest he interpret that as a challange and vent his ire towards him, after he departs he seems a bit relieved.

Idrani looks at Golden, sighs softly. "Let's get someone from medical here to take care of the head. And see if we can confirm that it is who Ambassador Zuh'raah'do says it is."

Fortunae has arrived.

GAME: Fortunae is joining this location.

Golden extracts his tricorder after the departure of the last foreign diplomat and scans the room for any listening devices possibly left behind. "Of course." He says, scanning the head more closely. Strangely, he's sure that the only one smiling about the events of the evening is the head in the bag. Lucky bastard.