An un-assuming Romulan vessel deposits its precious cargo onboard the station.....
A Romulan makes his way onto the promenard, relatively small in stature his size belies the evidence of great rank within the star empire. Not just the insignia and decorations which addorn his tabard but also the large retinue of guards which follow eyes pointed in all directions seeming to see and possibly hear all.. The leader shouts
Who do i have to kill to get a romulan ale and a room in this dump?!