Maria: Good! There's never been a wedding in all of history in which the couple wasn't hung over, pregnant, or literally drunk! *She laughs and smiles.*
Baroan: There's a reason why I liked working in the shadows... *He sighs, then looks at Tol'ina.* Baroan: After you contact the Remans, can you... see me please? We need to talk...
Baroan: Bu-b-but... you do realize you're putting me in charge of the country right? Well... what's left of it... *He shivers.* Baroan: I can do Intelligence but... *Sighs.* Fine. It's only temporary.
Baroan: We're dealing with half of the fleet from the inner sphere of the empire. *He sighs.* Baroan: And a somewhat sympathetic, sociopathic, manipulative tyrant that's taken over the Empire by charisma and one battle.
Baroan:... Elements, I lo- *He coughs then arranges his uniform.* Baroan: Never mind. We have to leave, and get Kran as well. They have a full defense fle- *Just then, the entire mol'Rihan Garrison Fleet warps in, throwing out scans for the cloaked Umbra.* Baroan: -et.
*The Umbra gets the image of a scarred, old Romulan in extravagant military attire.* Old Romulan: Hello Admiral. May I inquire why you have come here? *** Baroan: Bad, bad stuff. The Emperor's dead, someone nearly killed me *Indicates wrapped head and broken arm*, and they also got D'Tan... *He looks haunted.* Baroan: They…