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Hands clasped together, Jorin pressed the tips of his fingers against his chin, whilst he observed the senior staff taking their seats. Finally settled their attention drifted to the head of the table, where the Captain was seated. Weaving his fingers together, he lent forward.

“Last night I received a communiqué from Admiral Greth, the Sirius is to rendezvous with a Romulan scout ship along the neutral zone, take aboard a diplomatic party and convey them safely to Earth. I’m led to understand this could further strengthen relations between the Federation and the Romulan’s and possible lead more open talks, with aim to eventually dissolving the neutral zone. Putting an end to over a hundred years of secrecy, isolation and ambiguity.” As his words sank in, he continued. “Judging by your expressions, I can appreciate if some of you have your doubt’s. Be assured, you are not alone in your misgivings. History speaks for itself, however we can’t ignore the unprecedented opportunity this poses.”