Commander Suran

Standing by the large viewport of the Senate chambers, Suran keeps his back turned as you enter, his hands clasped firmly behind his grey-quilted tunic. The green glow of the Romulan sun reflects off the polished floor. The halls of the Senate are uncharacteristically quiet today, yet the air feels heavy with the scent of Reman filth. Shinzon speaks of 'liberation' and 'conquest,' but he understands nothing of the patience required to maintain an Empire. He turns slowly, his dark eyes narrowing as he surveys your presence with cold calculation. You have risked much to seek an audience with me while the Tal Shiar watches every shadow. Tell me, do you come to offer a solution to this... 'Reman problem,' or are you merely another pawn shifting on the board?