Posted on Fri Mar 12th, 2021 @ 9:16am by Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor
Splinter Faction And Assisting
General Tow tapped his foot impatiently. He hated waiting, wasn’t used to waiting. He hadn’t had to wait for anyone since he’d been promoted to General at doing so now, after all he’d been through….chafed.
Still, Lord Tyveris was a powerful man. No matter how high you climbed, there was always someone else on the top rung.
“Lord Tyveris will see you now,” intoned his manservant. He was escorted into a chamber that would make the presidential suites on Triangular look like a hovel. Lord Tyveris sat at a lavish writing desk, his attention on something in front of him. He finished whatever it was he was reading, then looked up at General Tow.
“The skirmish had its intended effect, the Starfleet marines retreated from the battlefield under the onslaught of your Reavers.”
Tyveris chuckled. Reavers…it sounded ridiculous when someone said it, but appearances and rumor were every bit as important as hard ammunition. Those who were successful in the arms business understood that.
“And the personal shields did their job, yes?”
“Shockingly, yes. Your innovation in the arms field is well renowned Lord, and well, this proved it.”
“Very good. I’ve finished laying the digital trail. If Starfleet investigates the manufacturer of the shield, it will lead back to its own organization…Section 31 I believe they call it. Every society needs its bogeymen. Have your men provided the equipment to the Astran patriots?”
“Yes. Once Starfleet faces that there are factions on both sides that have no wish of peace, they will have little choice but to retreat in defeat.”
Lord Tyveris smiled. “You’ve done well General, and you will be handsomely rewarded. You’re dismissed.”
The General grimaced, but said nothing as he turned on his heel and left.
Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor
Chief Medical Officer