The Lord General listened as LeeRoy spoke; [i]"I'm a man of science. And you're a man of power. Knowledge is the path to power, General."[/i]

Narrowing his eyes as he pondered what the man had said, glancing a moment to Garal Vash, Grand Cardinal and advisor to the Seneschal, he tabbed off the communications as he spoke, [b]“Garal Vash, you are my advisor. In my heart I know that I should destroy him, but the possibility that he may have blood of the Dreamers in him is something I cannot pass up.”[/b]

[b]“General never have we come close enough to the Dreamers. Even the Fireen, who is also an immortal, does not possess the power to open gates between realities. If this man has knowledge, even knowledge locked away in his DNA we must not let the opportunity slip through our hands.”[/b]

Nodding the Lord General glanced at the screen again, his mind working furiously as he weighed the options before him, when Salandra Kur spoke.The petite Caladoran, huge green eyes and her vaguely feline features peering up at the General, [b][i]“General, our science is vast and the depth of our knowledge is great, perhaps we can exchange information for an analysis of his blood. He claims to be a man of science…let us test that theory. May I speak to him?”[/i][/b]

Dou’far Klaast frowned, pursing his lips, [b]“Very well, you may address him.” [/b]Then he jabbed the communication button again.

Salandra Kur stepped up towards the screen, her slim form in the black and white body suit, and her tawny fur, with large green eyes peered at the man known as LeeRoy. A vague disturbing smile crossed her lips a moment before she spoke, [b][i]“LeeRoy…I am Dr. Salandra Kur of the Imperial Science Academy. I heard you say you are a scientist. Let us talk as scientists, I would like to share our information with you in return I would like you to share your data logs of your travels with me. Perhaps there is something of import that you recorded, something that you would have dismissed as trivial.”[/i][/b]

Dr. Kur looked at the Lord General, then inhaling deeply, allowing her pert but amble bosom to be accentuated, [b][i]“I will guarantee your safety as long as you are on our ship, provided you do not attempt nefarious acts against this ship or the Empire.”[/i][/b] She paused as Dou’Far Klaast growled audibly, [b][i]“Do we have an accord?”[/i][/b]