M’Nalie had grown up in a sociery of what could best be called Modern primatives. While they had and used as much technology as anyonue else little of that technical ology had any function as entertainment. Thus the idea of a soap opera confused her. So in a attempt to better understand exactl0y what was meant when people spoke of the invaders to the ship she asked the Holodeck to generate a program. She likely needed a interpreter for this so she had sent out invitations to the ships crew. The Holodeck had assigned her the role of visiting dignitary negotiating mineral rights for her people. It was not a role she liked much as it was in a way exactly the type of job her Mother the Matriarch would of assigned her had she stayed on Cait.

M’Nalie beamed into a starport. From her peoples warship. Sh7e was greeted by several representatives of various races that had mineral intrests they wished to sell. Hercears flattened as Ferrengi, Saurians and Klingons all loudly vied to drown out each other in a enthusiastic cacophany of noise. She stepped off the transporter padd wear ceremonial tribal dress and looked at the Federation representative she was there to meet.

M’Nalie Eshenti. Eldest Daughter of the Matriarch. Representative of the Clan.