Pomp and Circumstance, Part 2
Mission 3: Diplomacy, what’s that?
Location: Ambassador Quadrant
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at 0915
Phelan moved off in search of the station's commanding officer to apprise her of the situation.
M'Mira watched as Phelan came up towards her. She moved swiftly to him. "What is it, Lieutenant?"
He moved to the side, out of hearing range, and continued in a voice pitched for her ears alone. "I've received word from Lieutenant Read that the Falteans have something planned for this ceremony. Nonspecific unfortunately so we're scanning for weapons and biologicals as well as locking down the transporter pads and the docking ring. Senior staff has been informed as have all the guards." He paused for a beat to let it all sink in and then added, "I strongly suggest that we end the ceremony and start moving everyone to safety."
"Start it 15 minutes early?" M'Mira asked. "Do you know how particularrr ambassadorrrs are? And I'm not cerrrtain that I see them all herrre. Have you seen the Ferrrengi Ambassadorrr and his female aides?
"I'd rather we shut it down entirely, Commander," Phelan said but I will ascertain the location of the ambassadors and their staff, starting with the Ferengi."
"Good," M'Mira told her Chief Security Officer. "I do not want to alarrrm anyone and we arrre not going to merrrely shut down because of some rrrandom vague thrrreat by some Falteans. We need to be betterrr than them and not give into such strrrrong arrrm tactics."