| Ambassador M'Ryna had to admit that life onboard Versailles was always interesting. Never was there a dull moment. In the past two years alone the station had fought the Krivaldi, the Borg, blown up, knocked off course. . . just to name a few. She purred slightly at the thought. Recently, she had found herself returning to give updates to Kzinthi hegemongy and the Caitian counsul as to developments within the Federation and the surrounding Empires. Of immediate concern to the Kzin had been the Romulan decision to take the Lyran homeworld under its wing as a protectorate. The animosty between Kzinthi and the Lyrans was well established and centuries old ; personally, M'Ryna wasn't sure if anyone quite recalled what it was all about and she was quite certain that no one cared any longer. It simply existed now out of homage to history – but lacked any real cause. However, the newly formed developments were cause for the Kzin to take notice, to be shaken out of the slumbering appearance of ambivalence and to begin making preparations. They could not, would not risk being invaded by the Romulans due to weaknesses along the Lyran border. The fortifications begun - M'Ryna's first trip….'home'. And so it had been for the last few months. Now, she found herself settling once more into her quarters on board Versailles only to be moved from them due to some foul smelling gas that had been released into the ventilation shaft. It had taken 2 days to clear the smell from the pillows and cushions and to find adequate replacements both of color and scale, not to mention durability. She surveyed the new purchases and decided they would do. She had returned to Versailles, much like she went, virtually unnoticed. She had decided that onboard the station, that was perhaps a good thing. What did not attract attention could avoid detection and therefor avoid a ton of paperwork and hostilities. She notified several of the other delegates onboard that she had returned and requested an audience with the Klingons. They perhaps had some mutual enemies and now would see the best time to explore those unchartered waters of common ground. She sent a dinner invitation to the Louphomme Ambassador – Kraakdon. She always enjoyed their conversations. Like her, he illisted more than a few raised eyebrows and when the two dined together at the Toothless Targh, people would turn their heads at all angles trying to figure out the topic of conversation. It as rather amusing. On a more graceful note, she sent a letter to Ambassador Phlamel along with tickets for he and his wife to an upcoming theatre production that was to be held in one of the larger holodeck rooms. It was sure to be a delightful evening and she hoped they would join her. Dropping a note of courtesy to the Vulcan Ambassador that she had only met in passing and she finally sent a formal request to the Admiral to provide an update. That done, she curled up, an amazing feat to watch as her 7 foot plus frame gracefully folded in on itself, her tail curling around her, her whiskers twitching. She was exhausted – and at the moment she didn't care about much else other than the fact she could sleep without the incessant hum of someone in the background. By morning she had no doubt that her calendar and her inbox would be full and work would resume full tilt.
"Fear and regret are two things that rob of us tomorrow. Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets."
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"When there's strong emotion, intimacy already exists. Learn to argue constructively. A fair fight can increase understanding." |
