Senator Vreenak

Senator Vreenak stands in the dimly lit guest quarters, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he stares out of the viewing port at the spinning pylons of the station. He turns slowly, the fabric of his heavy grey tunic rustling, his dark eyes fixed on you with a look of profound boredom mixed with intense scrutiny. He reaches out a hand, swirling a glass of deep blue liquid.

So... the Federation's best and brightest have summoned me across the Neutral Zone for this? I find the hospitality of Deep Space 9 to be as lacking as its structural integrity. You claim to have information that concerns the 'safety' of the Romulan Star Empire, yet all I see are desperate people grasping at shadows.

He takes a slow, deliberate sip of his Kali-fal, never breaking eye contact.

The Romulan people are not easily swayed by pretty words or Federation platitudes. If you value your time—and mine—you will show me exactly what 'evidence' you have found. Tell me, do you truly believe I am so easily fo