Proconsul Neral

I suppose if it brings you fulfillment it is not a silly wish

You may, if you so choose

My wish? I don't wish for much, a bit of prosperity, a little success, a full dinner bowl and a warm bed. Not such a big ask of the universe

There is joy to be had even in dark times. The coolness of water on the lips, the light of a winter sunset, a warm breathed partner waiting to hear your step at their door.

I don't waste time on wishes, I seek to fulfill my dreams through action

I dream of the stars and our relentless advancement through them. To walk on alien worlds, to see a sun never before seen by Romulan eyes break the dawn.

When I look up at them, feet firmly planted upon a planet, I hear them calling.

Wishing on shooting stars, as if space dust has a hand in Fate

The calling of the Endless Sky encourages me to wake each day renewed; I am a simple man after all

I'm not taking it personal at all, e'lev.

I'm sure if you hated me you would spread vicious slander like a Ferengi trying to drum up business

You wound me, truly, your words like a dagger through my ribs...if I cared about your thoughts I am sure my pride would surely be smarting

Oh, of course not, you merely wish to bully me for no reason. A huffy air, dark eyes flashing...not flirtatious at all

Ahh, you flatter me...such sweet words

Emm? Is there an issue deviling you?

Oh, and why do you feel so inclined to do that, e'lev?

Indeed, I fear I have been busy at work

Hmmm?

You disagree?

Hmm

Proconsul Neral, a handsome Romulan, looking to the right with his hands behind his back, dressed in a dark uniform

-one officer. I won't forget this, if ever I rise to Praetor I will know I have an excellent commander I can rely on in you."

"I wanted you to know I don't blame you, commander. You've always been an excellent officer, that is what's saved you, no one could make a case that you were anything less than a loyal Imperial officer. You retain your ship, your rank, your crew...less-

-and got him to defect?! We are given out that he is on leave until we can get a handle on the fallout. Your officer is an unfortunate casualty in this...I am leaning toward needing to kill Spock and cutting off the mogai's head."

"You did everything right, you hold no blame in this. If you'd engaged the Enterprise it would've started a war and this...little internal matter...would have been splashed across the holonet. It's bad enough that these disruptive agents are skulking about but that they've corrupted M'Ret-

-are rewriting what happened. You know how it goes...you could've lost command or much worse."

"I have done all I can, Toreth," 𝑁𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, "your pilot is charged with the assassination of a Tal'Shiar officer, yes I know he didn't do it, and N'Vek wasn't Tal'Shiar...but they-

-Continuing Committee and the Praetor can't afford to alienate them at this time." ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ, 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠.

"Proconsul..."

𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔.

"I have tried to reason with the Praetor but the Tal'Shiar will take their pound of flesh, commander. They control the-