Out in the hall Ric found the trio of Andorians murmuring amongst themselves. The conversation looked somewhat heated. If he listened close enough he could pick up a few lines. The taller of the two Andorians seemed to be the most talkative, “So you’d turn your back on our people, your Keth?”

Ch’zaolrirh’s antannae straightened, “Zaolrirh has given Andoria everything, including my father’s life. What I do here is as important to our people as what you do at home.” The Andorian scoffed, “this ship isn’t designated for our people…”

As the conversation churned, the smaller silent Andorian caught sight of the Starfleet Commander that had followed. He made it a point to stare.

COS Ch’zaolrirh