Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160202235358/@comment-5543592-20160205031729

"Now, tell me, did your recon team recover anything from the Epsilon?" Zekoff asked.

"Of course." The Admiral replied, sitting back in his chair. "We did indeed."

Zekoff waiting patiently, as if expecting to hear it, but Howard spoke no further.

"Will you enlighten me?" Zekoff asked.

"I'm not going to tell you everything I have Zekoff.  You show me your hand, and I'll show you mine."

"I have show you mine hand, Howard!" Zekoff snapped. "Don't forget whose ship you're on."

Howard blinked. Such outbursts were unseen in diplomatic conferences. Zekoff threw the rulebook out the window.

"Besides, you instigated the most recent attack.  Invading Mir and stealing highly classified technology.  Did you expect me to ignore that?"

Howard pursed his lip and rest his ankle on his opposite knee, as if thinking.

Zekoff furrowed his brow, wondering why Howard was being so evasive. He hadn't even answered the question.

"We are not hear to discuss the events of the conflict." Howard finally said. "We are hear to determine what to do about the extra-terrestrial threat."

"And that is?"

"Well..." Howard paused, speaking slowly, and then stopped talking all together.

Zekoff's eye twitched, then realised what Howard was doing. ''Is he... stalling?''

Zekoff leaned back again and folded his arms, then smirked.

"What's your game, Howard?  What are you waiting for?"

The Admiral's face gave away nothing. "I don't know what you mean."

Suddenly, Yuri held a hand to his ear, then nodded. He leaned forward, and spoke softly into Admiral Zekoff's ear, but the dead silence of the room let everyone hear what he said.

"Admiral, we have a visitor."

Zekoff sat upright, "What?  Who?"

It was then that the doors opened, and Chinese Delegation walked through. The Admiral stood at the front, he was a wizened old man, short like most Chinese, and his shoulders were hunched, but in a way that bespoke long hours bent over his work. His uniform was highly decorated, and he was in full command dress. He was followed by a team of Vice Admirals, young Chinese men who stuck right at the Admiral's heels, and they in turn were followed by the Chinese soldiers that had escorted them.

"Forgive my hasty entry." The Chinese Admiral said in accented English. "But I heard you were starting without me."

The operator replied quickly. "I'm very sorry, ambassador," automatically assuming that was Eden's position, "but the Admiral is not onboard.  He is currently in negotiations onboard the Stalin."

Daniel's eyes widened to a comical size upon hearing that. That... that was news.