Subject: Grail: The Great Brightness - End of Discussion

Almost everyone had left the conference room. It amazed Corvette how all of

them had left the room unharmed. The ship had divided itself into three

visible factions. The ones who still remained under their personal oath of

following the Prime Directive, those who just wanted to throw it away, and

finally those who just didn't give a damn. It didn't really matter right

now, for there where other things to worry right now than those dying

Kerestians.

=/\= "Hunt to Morliana. The meeting is almost over, but there are still

people in the room. You know what to do."

(Morliana) "I understand. Morliana out." =/\

As he begun walking down the corridors, he noticed the little blue man who

had spoken at the meeting.

"Mr. Frobo, is it?!" Corvette shouted as he approached him.

"Ye.... yes...?" he responded with a little fear in his voice.

"You said Mr. Rogers had sent you to the meeting, and that you where in need

of ice. What other things did he mentioned we would be needing?"

(- Frobo - )