Deep Space Guardian: Season II-Episode 35

[Republican_Man]

--Imperial Star, Bridge--
Surak contemplated Oyet's question for a moment. Was his ship needed? Not really, though his presence was.

"The services of your ship in particular are not required, Gul," he said. "Your presence, however, I do believe, may be. Therefore, I suggest that you join the Imperial Star in this secure location and order your ships to enter the battle scene if they have not already done so. They're orders are, currently, merely to do as much damage to the most deadly ships as possible. Now that we have the Cardassian fleet joined in, our success rate will surely increase dramatically."

[Founder]

-Jeora, Bridge-

Gul Oyet nodded, "Understood. Oyet out."

The Cardassian ships had already been sent in, all that was left was for the Jeora to proceed to the safe location. His ship diverted course and moved towards the Imperial Star.

"Gul," An officer said, "There is a Federation ship in the mix of Romulan ships."

Oyet looked at him in surprise. Federation?

"Divert a wing of Hideki class ships to destroy it." He said, smiling.

[Ziona]

Terra Nova

The woman frowned heavily at this and sighed sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. But there's nothing more I can do. You are welcome, however, to come to the residence and stay here until word is sent about Nicodemus' location and situation."

The woman blinked a few times, waiting for T'Sa's answer. She did feel badly for this woman. Obviously she knew Nicodemus well and was rather shaken by the news. The woman was also taken aback by the Vulcan's seemingly emotional state. It was rare to see a Vulcan react in such a way.

"As well, you are welcome to try and contact Nicodemus by yourself, if you feel your attempts will be successful. I'm sorry. But there's nothing much else I can do, ma'am."

DSG, Ian/Ziona's Quarters

Ziona returned to her quarters shortly after seeing her father to his quarters where he would get ready for the banquet. She gave him directions as to where to meet them for the banquet and then returned quietly to her room where she took a seat on the bed, taking in all that had happened previously in the vacant corridor between herself and her father. It was a conversation she hoped never to forget.

The sonic shower could be heard in the bathroom and Ziona figured she had a good ten or fifteen minutes before Ian would come back out so she settled back on the bed and soon drifted into a light sleep this time without dreams of war and destruction. It was a light sleep without dreams, something Ziona had needed for quite some time.

As she slept, Ziona's mind wandered towards the whereabouts and the wellbeing of her mother who was still in San Fransisco on Earth. No doubt, news had reached her mother that the Field Marshal was safe and sound, no harm done, and staying on Deep Space Guardian. Also knowing her mother, Ziona knew perfectly well that sooner or later her mother would come to DSG to see her husband and to make sure, for herself, that the Field Marshal was, in fact, in one piece.

For now, however, Ziona was content with the situation she was in. She was relatively safe on DSG. Her father seemed to be more than willing to patch up their differences and Ian was close at hand, not lightyears away fighting the war out of her sight and without contact. Things, for now, seemed to be falling into place and the war seemed years away from her. She could rest at ease for now and enjoy what time she had left before the war finally reached DSG's doorstep.

Space, Privateer Ship, Arthul

Nicodemus woke up with a start, groaning heavily as he shifted his position on the floor, his hands bound behind his back. He couldn't remember all of what had happened, but what he did know was that he wasn't home and that his family was probably worried sick.

"What'sgoingon?" He managed to spit out, his words slurred together as he tried to shake the haze of either forced unconciousness or drugs from the edges of his vision and mind.

Everything felt like a mist had fallen upon it and his vision wasn't quote focusing yet. What he did see was a large, mostly dark room, full of various containers and bins. What he did hear was the sound of engines and the whining of machinery as they worked hard to keep this ship going.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Nic tried to get to his feet but found his body wouldn't cooperate. From a dark corner, he heard laughter of at least three men and he turned to see three humans sitting in a corner watching him, all carrying weapons of various degrees of brutality. He didn't recognize a single one of them, but he had a bad feeling about the entire situation. If he knew anything, they were privateers or pirates... one of the two. And from what he could tell, the shackles on his hands and his fogged sense of mind, he was their captive.

"It looks like he's finally waking up!" One of the men laughed loudly. "At least we know we didn't kill him. For a few minutes there I thought he was dead." A smile broke across the man's face and Nic sneered at this, wrinkling his brow as he tried to get the room to stop spinning. "Your father took of pretty quickly from Terra Nova and I'm assuming we're going to be able to get a good deal for you."

"What are you talking about?" Nic asked, his words finally coming out clear and intelligable.

"We're not stupid, Nicodemus Thiandrus. We knew who you were when we first saw your ship. And we knew how much money we could get if we ransomed you!" The men all laughed at this. "So just you keep quiet and out of the way and we won't have to hurt you... again."

Nic scoffed at this but sat back in silence. There wasn't anything he could do for now. He was stuck but hopefully, somewhere, his father was gathering enough forces to break him out of this situation. He hadn't the foggiest idea where the Aosis had been taken or whether she was in one piece still. But he did know at least someone was alerted that he was missnig. And he knew at least someone was probably out looking for him.

[Lord Borg]

-Terra Nova-

T'Sa frowned at what she was hearing. What could have happened to him? T'Sa felt her self tearing apart inside. She looked to the woman and nodded slowly.

"I would appreciate if I could stay at the residence, thank you for the offer."

At least then, she could speak to Mrs. Thiandrus, perhaps get an idea of Nicodemus last known moments, according to the woman, the two had spoken. Indeed, she would also work on contacting him, at least get a fix on his last known location. Curious, how was it that she had not managed to detect anything on her way in? Nicodemus would have to have taken a similar course. Unless, of course, he had deviated from his course in an attempt to get away from something, what it could have been, T�Sa couldn�t fathom.

"I also intend to do what I can, to find Nicodemus."

Why...Why didn't I tell him I love him?

T'Sa awaited word from the woman, while her mind raced over her fears for Nicodemus's safety.

[Founder]

-DSG, Ian/Ziona's Quarters-

Ian stepped out of his room, cleanly shaved, bathed, fresh smelling and fully dressed in the proper Starfleet dress uniform. He noticed Ziona sleeping on the couch, no doubt simply collapsing there and falling asleep. Many have expressed concern that Ian asked her to stay in his quarters, but he felt that was not anyone else's concern. Going too fast? No, he was playing catch up...

"Z?" He said, gently shaking her, "You should get ready."

He stood up, waiting for her to wake up. Ian would have to leave earlier then Ziona. It wouldn't be proper if they walked in together. On Starfleet matters, they were not dating and had to act professionally.

"We'll do the usual," He said, "I'll go first, then you'll come in. It gives you time to prepare."

Ian looked down at her and gently shook her again.

"Z?" He asked.

[Ziona]

Terra Nova

The woman nodded quickly to T'Sa.

"I'll find you transport to the Thaindrus' residence. It is quite a ways up the mountain and will take another hour or so to reach. I will also let Mrs. Thiandrus know that you are on your way."

The woman bowed slightly to T'Sa before the screen blinked dark again.

DSG, Ian/Ziona's Quarters

Ziona opened her eyes slowly and smiled up at Ian.

"Hmmm? Ok. That'll work." She nodded in regards to the usual entrances they did to Starfleet gatherings. She stretched quickly before getting up and starting to gather things for her dress uniform. "I've already told my father where to go. He'll be ready and waiting for us when we arrive." Ziona glanced over at Ian. "Are you sure you're alright with the Marines coming back to DSG? I mean, I know what they did the last time. I don't want you to feel like you're being invaded by them?"

Ziona watched Ian carefully for a few moments, her hands holding the various items for her uniform she would need. A smile crossed her lips gently as she stood, watching Ian.

"I'm sorry, I'm prying into business I probably shouldn't be prying into." She turned and headed towards the bathroom with that, disappearing around the corner to change. "What you think about the Marine's being here is really none of my business." Her voice carried from around the corner as she continued getting ready.

[Founder]

-DSG, Ian/Ziona's Quarters-

Ian shrugged, giving himself a last glance in the mirror.

"I don't mind," He said, "As long as it's not sensitive or classified information."

He sighed and then looked away from his reflection.

"I'm fine with it," He said, "Your father doesn't strike me as corrupt. If my guess is right, he went against Starfleet orders to help the Romulans."

Really, he didn't know that the field marshall went after the fleet, not really knowing it was invading Romulus, but he did sacrifice his ship to fight.

"As long as he isn't possesed by alien beings or tortures prisoners," He said, "I welcome the extra help. Blake might get mad he lost an office, but he has two others anyways. Anyways...I think it should be fine."

He looked at her, somewhat sad.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about his ship sooner..." He said.

[Ziona]

DSG, Ian/Ziona's Quarters

Ziona glanced over at Ian as she emerged from the bathroom again, fully dressed in her dress uniform. She couldn't help but smile at him.

"It's not your fault, Ian. I can understand why you didn't want to tell me about his ship. I would have been a wreck if I had known. And the situation really didn't allow for such a thing to be."

She watched him a few moments, turning to look at herself in the mirror. She smoothed her uniform in a few places before turning to look at Ian again. There was a hesitation between them before Ziona quickly stepped closer to him, kissing him lightly before stepping back again.

"I'll see you at the banquet then."

[Lord Borg]

-Terra Nova-

T'Sa sighed at the blank screen then turned to face the desk.

"Thank You, arrangements have been made for me to be picked up, it seems."

T'Sa sighed again then thought over the coverstation she just had. something bad could have very bad seems to have happened to Nicodemus. She would be distressed if she wasn't ever able to see him again. T'Sa suddenly rushed over to her Runabout and opened it. She didn't know why she was doing this, perhaps it was incase she didnt come back to the runabout at all, but ran into trouble. Opening a locker, she took a tricorder, and a type-II Phaser out and placed them into her bag. She moved back out of the runabout and sealed it, awaiting for her transport.

-DSG, Archer�s Quarters-

Archer sighed as he looked into the mirror. He kept quarters on DSG, and decided to use them to get ready for the Banquet, instead of leaving one ship, moving though the station, and going onto another one.

What he was sighing about, was making adjustments on his dress uniform. He hated them. The necks were always to damn tight on these versions. He was always told that he probably needed a bigger neck size. The person saying that was promptly told to visit hell. Especially being as he had not needed to change his regular uniform. The person that did the designs must have some sort of revenge he wants to get on people, so the dress uniforms, he, or she, made tight at the neck. Then again, it could be as simple as not taking the material used for the dress uniforms in consideration, when creating them.

�Damn things��

Archer turned to face away from the mirror, heading towards a small cabinet. He recently learned Admiral Smith, of all people would also be in attendance. He groaned every time the name came up. He was an arrogant bastard that had no problem holding his rank over anyone he possibly could do that to. Archer took out a small bottle of whiskey, and poured some into a shot glass. He sighed as he brought it up to his lips.

�One for the road��

Archer took the entire shot in one gulp and gritted his teeth as he winced. He set the shot glass down, and headed for the door.

�You�ve been drinking, Jonathan.�

Archer chuckled at the memory of T�Sa scolding him for drinking. Something she has done time and time again, to him, and even Ian. He spoke out.

�Computer, lights.�

The lights to his quarters blinked out of existence as he walked out of the room, He nodded to an officer as he moved though the corridor walking for the turbolift. He gave a slight grunt as he entered entertaining a bunch of Royals, and Starfleet bureaucrats, what a boaring time, usually. Then again, the dinners could be decent, and the company wasn�t always bad especially if someone took a liking to you and ended up being a friend in a very high place.

�Level 710� he ordered.

-DSG, Level 710, Near the Banquet Room-

Sometime after taking Martin to sickbay, Alicia had gotten the orders place on her dress uniform, and join at the Banquet. Her main role would be security, but also, was one of the many officers at the ceremony, that is, one of the ones that were going to work on the �inside�. She was standing in the corridors, greeting many of the arriving people. She�d be one of the last to be able to take a seat any where. She was getting used to this sort of thing of course, it came with the job. She wondered what was going to be done for any sort of show, or entertainment. Obviously, this sort of a function had one, otherwise, people tended to get bored. Many did anyways; regardless of whether or not, there was entertainment. Alicia noticed in the main room, there was an area that could be used as a stage. Also, she noticed a Piano. She eyed it closely, realizing the beauty that was sitting there.

Hmmm�would love to get a look at that. It�s a real one by the looks�

[Founder]

-DSG, Ian/Ziona's Quarters-

Ian smiled and nodded, "I'll see you there."

He turned and walked out of the doors, making his way to the nearest turbolift. His hand went to his combadge.

"All senior staff report to Banquet Hall on deck 710." Ian ordered.

He entered a turbolift and called for the deck.

-USS San Antonio, Engineering-

Bengali looked over Kiris' shoulder as he explained what needed to be done. Before he could comment, Kiris' combadge went off.

"All senior staff report to Banquet Hall on deck 710." Ian ordered.

He looked up at Kiris, "That's you boss."

-DSG, Banquet Hall-

Ian stepped into the massive and lavish room. Things were prepared and set up by other officers per Ian's orders. UFP flags were set up everywhere. Usually, the allied flags would be set up, but they gave no information on it for some reason. A massive table sat in the center for everyone to sit and a chair for the Orog was even replicated. Ian continued to walk around the room, making sure everything was set up.

[Ziona]

Terra Nova

About fifteen minutes later, a transport arrived, waiting for T'Sa's things were loaded.

"Mrs. Thiandrus is expecting you, ma'am." The driver spoke quickly to T'Sa as he helped load her things into the car. "It appears your name has proceeded you to Mrs. Thiandrus and the family." A smile was the only thing the driver offered before they were on their way towards the Thiandrus' residence in the mountains.

DSG, Ian/Ziona's Quarters

Ziona watched as Ian left the room quietly and stood a few moments longer before sitting down on a nearby chair to wait a few moments longer before heading out herself. The few minutes she had in the room alone felt serene. There wasn't any sound at all except for a few ambient noises in the background set up specifically to mask the white noise that generally fluctuated throughout the station. Ziona listened intently, hearing the air being circulated and listening to the dull hum of consoles working to keep the station's climate controls as they were.

After five minutes or so, Ziona stood quickly and headed out of the room, the doors shutting behind her. She made her way quickly to the turbolift, paused a moment before stepping in and calling for the deck. The turbolift took off, a low hum emitting from the systems as they worked. Ziona stood in silence, looking down at the floor. As the turbolift slowed, Ziona glanced up, waiting for the doors to open before stepping out and heading towards the banquet hall.

The room was done up nicely and Ziona glanced around, nodding to a few other senior officers, all the while looking to see where Ian was or where Captain Archer was. She spotted her father right away, talking in a low voice with another UFP officer. She nodded quickly to her father who nodded back to her. After a moment longer of looking, Ziona turned and began to circulate around the room, her hands clasped behind her back as usual, her eyes alert to everything going on. Social butterfly wasn't the best word to describe Ziona and, at the moment, she was feeling a bit of tension and stress being in such a formal and busy atmosphere again. But it was her job to remain the cool, level-headed senior officer of DSG and she would play the role the best she could.

[Joel]

-DSG, Sickbay-

Martin stood while being scanned by the tricorder, the pain was slowly getting worse, he winced a little as he moved his back. He rolled his eyes in frustration when the civillian called the Doctor over and thought to himself this better be good...

[Lord Borg]

-Terra Nova, Shuttle/Runabout Landing Facility, Pick-Up Area.-

T�Sa waited for a period of fifteen minutes when the transport had finally arrived. The controller briskly helped her with her luggage, placing it inside the transport. She nodded at the man as he guided her to the entrance of the transport, and she heard him speak.

�Pardon�, T�Sa said, �My name precedes me?�

T�Sa leaned forward slightly, to listen to the driver, not that she needed to, as her Vulcan hearing was so superior, that she could have been several yards away, and hear him in a whisper. T�Sa figured, Nicodemus had mentioned her in a letter, or a call to home. Indeed, they were planning a weekend together; perhaps he had called home to set it up. She looked to the driver, awaited his response, as he worked at the controls, moving the transport to its destination. T�Sa sighed mentally; her mind went back to Nicodemus, and what was happening to him. Indeed, she would do what she could to find him.

Nicodemus, where are you?

-DSG, Banquet Hall-

Alicia moved though the room, nodding at faces that were around the station, but had no names. Well, from her point of view, they had no name. She also saw many Starfleet officers, which she had not recognized from the halls before. She noticed the Captain and moved towards him. She cleared her throat and spoke gracefully.

�Captain, Is everything in order?�

Archer moved into the room and looked around, taking note of the faces that were already there. He slowly moved about the room, taking in the details of the area. He noticed how there were flags for the Federation, and Starfleet, but not for the new aliens. What a strange thought, something one wouldn�t expect to see, and yet he was seeing it. He noticed Ziona was also moving though the room. He moved though the room and stepped over to her.

�Hello, Ziona. It�s nice to see you out, and about.�

-DSG, Sickbay-

While the nurse had gone to deal with the Civilian, and other Starfleet officers that came over, the Bajoran nurse that examined Martin earlier came over. She ran a medical tricorder over him.

�Hmmm��

She picked up a Hypospray and pressed it to his neck. It hissed coolly as she pressed the injection button.

�That should take care of the pain, I�ll need to get an Osteogenic stimulator for your back, the bone took quite a beating.�

The security guard, Andrew sighed. Yet another moment, to wait for�what ever needed to be done for the prisoner, Andrew studied the man, he couldn�t believe this new comer was supposed to be a new addition to the security team.

[Joel]

-DSG, Sickbay-
Martin wriggled his back a little, getting a feel for the back he once knew while he waited for the nurse. He saw the security guard making a stern expression toward him, hand near his phaser, Martin thought to himself come off it, if I wanted to hurt you it would have been done...

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Sickbay-

The communicator Andrew was wearing beeped. He moved off to answer it, as the Bajoran Nurse came back over with the Osteogenic stimulator.

"You may feel some pain, as the bone heals, and moves back into place."

She turned the device on, and moved it over the effected area, using her tricorder to check the progress. She sighed as she slowly moved the device over martins back. Several minutes later she stood up.

"All done" she said.

Andrew stepped over to the Bio-Bed.

"The charges against you," he said, "Are being dropped."

[Joel]

-DSG, The Brig-

As promised by the nurse, Martin's back tensed up, he placed both of his hands on his sides in reaction to this and heard Andrew's voice at the same time, surprised by both the pain in his back and what Andrew had to say.

"Pardon?" he asked perhaps a little too suddenly.

[Ziona]

Terra Nova, Transport

The driver simply nodded to T'Sa and began to explain.

"Mrs. Thiandrus seems to know your name already and has said she is interested in meeting you. It appears Master Nicodemus has said quite a few words about you to his mother and it appears as if the entire household is interested in seeing who you are." The man smiled simply before the two of them took off towards the mountains.

DSG, Banquet Hall

Ziona nodded quickly towards Archer, bowing quickly and in her usual manner to the captain. A glance around the room again revealed that more of her crewmates were beginning to show up.

"Yes, I decided this was a good enough opportunity to come out of my quarters." She smiled gently and noticed her father was making his way over to her. "Oh, Captain Archer. I am not sure you have met my father, Field Marshal Alexander Andreas." She motioned quickly to her father, who came up to Archer and watched him a few moments.

"Captain Archer." Andreas spoke, his voice crisp and cool as usual, an eyebrow arched in interest. He extended a hand quickly to the Captain. "I've heard your name floating around the Marine Headquarters, mostly from reviews and other business pertaining to Starfleet. Unfortunately, I didn't know you were stationed on DSG anymore. Our information seems to be outdated as to where each of the Starfleet captains are residing."

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Scikbay-

Andrew spoke again.

"The charges, they are being dropped. Apparently, with the whole thing going on with the evacuation and all..."

Andrew shruged.

"You got lucky, this time. I would imageine that Captan Xavier, will still want a few words with you."

-Terra Nova, Transport-

T'Sa nodded slowly as she leaned back. She looked out the window at the passing sights. She couldn't enjoy them though, and wouldn't beable to, untill Nicodemus was safe. T'Sa shifted in her seat and thought about Nicodemus's family. He had mentioned them some. They all seemed to be a bunch of curious indivisuals. She sighed quietly.

Nicodemus...why didn't you tell me...

Of course, He didn't want her to worry, that was most likely it.

-DSG, Banquet Hall-

"Field Marhsalal Andreas, I've heard your name going around to."
Archer shook the man's hand firmly.

"It's really good to know you made it away from Romulus, Sir."

Archer smiled warmly.

"I guess the Nautolians will learn a thing or two befor attacking the marines again..."

[Ziona]

Terra Nova, Transport

The transport made it's way higher and higher into the mountains of Terra Nova, revealing beautiful drop offs and ample viewscapes for the wandering eye. The trip took approximately forty-five minutes and left the transport in the middle of the mountains, surrounded by trees and vegetation of all types, shapes and sizes.

Above, just a few meters up the clif stood a large house, antique looking by the standards of most current age homes. The house still boasted a wrought iron gate, with high reaching bars adorned with sharp spikes near the top. The letter "T" was stationed in the center of the two swinging gates, shining in a gold material against the greening color of the bars. Behind the bars stood a home, majestic in size, with two wings. One wing stretched towards the east, the other stretched towards the west. In between the two wings sat a monstrous main structure, with high-reaching windows and large pillars making up the front facade to the home. It was a home out of the Romantic period of Earth, it seemed, extravagant in many ways and monstrous in scale.

"This is the Thiandrus' residence." The driver spoke to T'Sa. "One of the biggest homes on Terra Nova, I'm pretty sure. You're lucky to be invited into this house. Most people come as tourists, but you, it seems, are here as a guest."

DSG, Banquet Hall

Andreas nodded quickly to Archer as he listened to the captain speak.

"Yes, I am glad to have gotten away from Romulus as well. The Marines acted quickly and sent a rescue team, as they usually do. Everything went quite as planned and luckily I'm here now." He smiled a half-smile, still a slightly stiff smile without much emotion. But he was sure Archer got the picture. "I've already spoken with Captain Xavier and, shortly, a regiment of Marines will be docking at DSG. We've decided that it's time Starfleet and the Marines set aside their differences and fight this Nautolian menace... together."

Ziona watched her father quietly as he spoke, her eyes never leaving him, watching him with a sort of awe that only a young child displays towards their parents. It was as if she were getting to know her father all over again, after years of not really knowing who he was. He was a changed man. Ziona just hoped it would stay like this.

"It's very kind of you, generous of you, to offer your help, Field Marshal." Ziona finally spoke. "I think this threat is a little bigger than we all hoped. Even with the new allies we have managed to secure, I think Starfleet and the Marines working together will secure the victory we are searching for."

Andreas nodded to his daughter at this.

"Very true, Ziona. Very true indeed."

+ 1 Dilithium. Good post.

Founder

[Lord Borg]

-Terra Nova, Transport-

T'Sa studied the house in detail. IF you could call it a house. T'Sa matured in a rather large hours, but this was just...amazing. T'Sa looked to the driver.

"Pardon?"

She studied the man for a moment.

"I'm...a guest?"

DSG, Banquet Hall

Indeed," Archer said, "I am glad we are able to set aside any differnces. We serve the same people, just wear a differnt color."

Arhcer sighed and shook his head.

"I've got 14 ships to repair, and nothing to do it with. That's what's left of a battle group that contianed nearly 30."

Archer frowned in thought.

"I suppose, we shall have to deal with what we have."

[Ziona]

Terra Nova

The driver simply nodded and turned to look over his shoulder at T'Sa.

"Yes. Mrs. Thiandrus required that you arrive and stay here as a guest, awaiting word from her son. Miss Thiandrus is also at home, but unfortunately, Mr. Thiandrus is out looking for Master Nicodemus."

The transport pulled up in front of the massive home and the front doors opened. A young woman stepped out of the home and stood, on the front porch, waiting for T'Sa to exit. The woman was younger, probably only a year or two older than Nicodemus and, as it happened to be, his older sister Ladayn. The woman's brown eyes regarded T'Sa cooly as the transport came to a stop before the home and the driver exited, bowing slightly to Ladayn before starting to unload T'Sa's belongings.



"This is the Miss T'Sa I've heard so much about?" Ladayn asked, taking a few steps down off the front porch and pursing her lips slightly. "I was expecting someone... younger." The woman smiled a slightly cold and cunning smile. "I guess my dear brother has taken a liking to something... either than Novan."


DSG, Banquet Hall

Andreas nodded at this and murmured an agreement to Archer.

"Yes. We all serve the same people." Andreas glanced down at his daughter as he spoke. "It's time we all fight for what is most important. Family, honor, and the freedom of this universe."

[Lord Borg]

-Terra Nova-

T'Sa raised an eyebrow at the young woman. She managed to keep her emotions in check, which amazed her. She did react to the comment about the age.

"I beg your pardon?"

T'Sa looked to Ladayn.

"I am not old..."

T'Sa did however, ignore the comment about how she was not Novan.

-DSG, Banquet Hall-

Archer nodded in agreement.

"That's something worth fighting for, Field Marshal Andreas."

Archer sighed.

"You wouldn't happen to know anythng about these new....members, would you? I've never heard of them."

[Ziona]

Terra Nova

The woman laughed a high silvery at this before turning a cold eye on T'Sa. The look she gave T'Sa was almost threatening, challenging... completely void of warmth or any feelings of proper hospitality.

"You are Vulcan. And by your age I wouldn't put you any lower in age than, oh, 70. Therefore, by our standards, no matter how long your species lives, you are old."

Ladayn turned on her heel again and headed back up to the front doors, poising for a moment at the top of the stairs leading into the home, turning to glance around at her surroundings again before speaking.

"But I guess mother feels it is best that you stay here, as a guest, until my dear little brother returns from wherever his fancy has taken him. Knowing my little brother, dear little T'Sa, he's simply gone on another pleasure seeking adventure to Risa." The eyes of Ladayn narrowed like a cat measuring up its prey. "I don't see what he sees in your, T'Sa. There are so many Novan women here that would be more than willing to become my brother's wife. But for some reason, he's decided to alight on you." Another silvery, cold laugh from Ladayn emitted from her lips and rang out over the grounds of the Thiandrus' residence. "But just watch. When my father returns, we won't be the least bit amused by this entire situation."

DSG, Banquet Hall

Andreas shook his head at this, muttering a half-apology.

"I'm afraid I don't know anything about these news allies. Captain Xavier and I didn't have much time to talk about them, unfortunately. However, hopefully much will be revealed to us tonight."

[Lord Borg]

Terra Nova

T'Sa sighed internally, and decided to ignore what was said. She looked back to the driver then back to the house. She had to wonder what she meant about the...'pleasure seeking trip to risa', indeed, it was unusual to hear.

It certainly seems you could use a trip to Risa T'Sa thought to her self.

T'Sa thought it would be best to wait to be escorted inside. This woman was going to be trouble, particuarly from the fact she seemed to have a problem with T'Sa being a Vulcan.

DSG, Banquet Hall

Archer nodded again and looked around.

"I've noticed that they don't have any flags displayed here or anything. Strange."

He looked back to Ziona and her Father.

"Could i get you both something to drink?"

[Ziona]

Terra Nova

Ladayn stood at the top of the stairs, watching T'Sa.

"Are you coming Vulcan or not?" She spoke sharply down to T'Sa as she turned and disappeared into the home, leaving T'Sa and the driver by themselves out in front of the home.

DSG, Banquet Hall

Andreas glanced at Ziona who answered quickly.

"We wouldn't mind joining you, Captain Archer, for a drink. It might be a little bit before the actual banquet gets underway." Ziona followed Archer towards a nearby bar setup, her father following behind them, nodding to a few officers as he passed.