ILLUMINARRPG: (6 - 0812) Ambassador Setan

[Dieter Gregory]

Mission:  For Honor
Day: 6
Stardate:  2446.04.29

(Qo'Nos - Main Hall - Ambassador Setan - 0812)

The hall was in chaos.  What started as a meeting that was going to, in 
all likely hood put an end to plans he was involved with.  Having the 
Klingons at war on two sides would benefit many, and eventually allow 
for a major shift in power in the quadrant.  Then a red beam shone on 
the Chancellor.  Clearly a bold assassin in the hall.  He wondered how 
his allies had been able to go get one into the hall.  No matter.

He clutched his stomach, as he was suffering for digestive distress. The 
food, the atmosphere, the environment was not conducive to his system.  
No matter how much training he had done in his role as an ambassador, he 
always needed days to purify himself in meditation and fasting after a 
mission.

Pride prevented him from seeking a human doctor for his ailments. 
Suddenly the room erupted in chaos as the table the chancellor was at 
was tipped over.  The half-breed began to move as well, pulling out a 
weapon.  The second half-breed moved to Moreks side.  The chaos grew 
exponentially.

Perhaps victory could be snatched from the face of defeat. He could see 
several logical paths forward.  His revere was disrupted by the sound of 
a disruptor blast, a screech and a thump.

Looking to where the thud came from, he was shocked to see the remains 
of a body, a Tholian.  They were an illogical race, the Tholians. 
Warlike similar to the Klingons, and willing to sacrifice themselves for 
their perceived greater good, it didn't surprise him.

The creature spoke, struggling to get the words in standard out of the 
Chancellor.   Setan stepped back from the chaos as waves of nausea 
overtook him.  As he struggled to stand up, fighting against the pain 
and nausea, he began to feel a strange warming in his chest.

Suddenly, Setan let out a cry of pain as his body turned from flesh to 
light and energy, exploding outward from where he stood, turning 
furniture into shrapnel, leaving a hole where he once stood.

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