T'Nia, who was walking in front of them now, shot him a sideways glance. "I fail to see how jeapardizing a possible true and lasting peace between the Empire and the Federation is 'entertaining'." They came to the turbolift door, which slid open moments later. She motioned for the three to enter, then followed behind herself. "Transporter room one," she said aloud. The cabin began its horizontal and vertical trip to the back of the ship.
"Well, Commander," his attitude reminded her of someone accepting an award, "you know how it is. Everything's political. There is a growing voice in our new Senate who want to embrace cooperation with the Federation. We were sent to make them think twice, that's all," he smiled widely.
The door to the turbolift opened. T'Nia walked them down the hall, then to the left. "Attempting to manipulate the truth for political gain is illogical." She had dealt with this to a lesser extreme with humans. She still found it... disconcerting. "The truth should simply be the truth."
"Perhaps on Vulcan, Commander, but vulcans have been Federation pawns for decades." Perhaps he could get some kind of reaction from her with that statement, he thought.
She raised her eyebrow. "We are not pawns of the Federation. We are founding partners. As such, we have voiced our dissents freely and when necessary."
He almost looked disappointed at her lack of reaction. "It doesn't matter to me, Commander. I'm simply a reporter. I'm told what to report on and I do it." They came to the transporter room door. It slid open with a hiss. They walked inside.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't THAT the definition of a pawn?"
The romulan press trio stepped onto the transporter pad. "I guess that depends on which version of the truth you believe, Commander." He smiled.
Speaking to this person was exhausting, T'Nia thought. He was entirely too wrapped up in distorting the truth, rather than reporting the truth. Perhaps this interview wasn't such a good idea after all. She wondered whose idea it was to authorize it in the first place. Her thoughts momentarily went back to her captain. His abrupt departure was partly the reason for this chaos. She made a mental note to discuss his administrative policies with him later. As the transporter operator entered the reporter's originating coordinates, she made one final statement. "For the record, this vessel, its crew, and it governing body are dedicated to peace."
As the sparkling pinpoints of the transporter beam began dotting his body, he replied, "I don't care."