It was time. Not that Jordar minded that he had a civilian boss or that he had to put up with that damned Director of Education, he hated first meetings. From what he had gleaned from the Governor’s file he was a distinguished diplomat who had extensive dealings with the Cardassians, Bajorans, and the Maquis. He also had worked as as a chief negotiator to bring wayward colonies back into the fold. All of that reeked of politeness and hiding one’s true feelings on a matter. Diplomats always rubbed Jordar the wrong way. No matter really, he was the highest ranking Starfleet officer on the colony and had a ship at his disposal. Not that he was personally allowed to command it given the conditions of his promotion to Captain for this job, he’d have to figure that little issue out soon enough, but for now he was going to be himself as always and see how the Governor reacted. Knocking on the door, Jordar awaited his permission to enter.

Jordar, Lt. Gov