Unspoken Explanation

Sorripto sat back and politely allowed the other to vent. It was clear that he had struck a nerve perhaps too many nerves, but these nerves needed to be struck. As only a Cardassian face could do Sorripto glanced at his Captain and nodded. The story was simple and true.

Sorripto had just committed the ultimate Cardassian combat room tactic. Unifying a group of people against one man and striking the right nerves was common place in old Cardassian war rooms. Everyone was angry and focused and whether they realized it or not they were now better soldiers and Sorripto had just single handedly improved everyone’s chance of survival.

Watching the rest of the room Sorripto saw Kheren, Lire, Oseno, and others dismissing the Cardassian. These people were serving on ships using modifications of Sorripto’s own design whether engineers like Sangliar wanted to admit it or not. Emotions can change like the breeze and the winds in this room were blowing hard.

Hell half the people in here want to make it back just so they can tell me I was wrong… if they only knew. Also who was that that told me to change my colors… last I checked Security and Engineering wore the same color, Sorripto laughed to himself.

Looking back up Sorripto saw the reaction from Samji as he glanced over the medallion. If there was anyone in the room that would recognize it Samji would. Sorripto saw the usual expression as the debate raced over what it meant. A threat? A warning? Or something darker? Section 31 had not quite shed its reputation and Sorripto was a Cardassian associated with that order… if there is anyone who had to worry about a history of bad reputations it was him. Glancing up Sorripto and Sanji’s eyes met and with a slow respectful nod Sorripto said his peace.

There is more at stake than you know. I will do what I am told and stand my post but there is more at stake here. Trust me. You do not have to like me but trust me on this one, Sorripto’s eyes spoke volumes.

Now directing his glance to Niomo, Sorripto simply shook his head. There was an understanding of his frustration, and it was that anger that Sorripto was fueling. This man knew what it meant to do the right thing and Sorripto watched as he tried to bully the Cardassian, not a smart move as Sorripto knew a physical altercation would end poorly for the man across from him but that knowledge is not something Sorripto lead on.

Anger and pride! Now we are talking. Mental note I owe that man a drink when we get back, he will want to hear my story, Sorripto made a mental note of the arrangement.

With all that could be said already said, Sorripto sat back and listened. This mission had more at stake then anyone knew and Sorripto now found himself anxious to start the mission.