Stardate 8889.6
Terra Four Diplomatic Complex (https://cdn.sandals.com/sandals/v13/images/EN/resorts/sbd/media/map/sbd-map-3.jpg), Alpha III
Lt. Cmdr. Tobin Les, Lt. Miguel de Costaluna, Lt. Durham Cole, Lt. Voshen, Ensign Chev ch'Valk, Chief Yeoman Waymire, and select members of the Drake's security department materialize in two groups in the courtyard of the Terra Four Diplomatic Complex. The complex rests on a small island in Alpha III's southern tropics, isolated from the colony's thriving metropolitan regions - a veritable beach-side resort in the Terran Caribbean style.
Tobin, Miguel, and Cole were requested by name to come to Alpha III to assist with discussions between the Trill and Novan delegations ahead of a Federation Council conference that could result in the lieutenant commander's homeworld's admission to the Federation*. Their requestor? None other than Curzon Dax of Starfleet Intelligence Command. Commodore Santiago immediately signed off on their secondment to the Federation Council Advance Team, forcing Tobin to quickly assemble a team and leave Maria del Vecchio in command in his absence.
* I'm not going to follow the statement from Star Charts that Trill joined the Federation in 2285. - Ed.
Why them? Was it just because Tobin was Trill and Miguel was Novan? Was it because they were both Starfleet? Dax gave no reasons in his formal request, and a brief text communique on their transit said all would be explained once they arrived.
The heat of the local afternoon is cooled by a slight breeze running through the courtyard, making it marginally tolerable to Chev and downright pleasant for the others. The naturally-cut stone deck is framed by local plants and trees, with an outdoor seating area attached to what appears to be one of the resort eating establishments. The building just behind them appears to be some sort of clubhouse, and the tops of other buildings can be seen in the distance to the east, north, and west.
The security team looks around, while Chief Waymire pulls out a data padd and consults it.
"I think we're in the right place, sir," she says. "But where's Mr. Dax?"
"Oh, I'm not far," a jovial voice responds as Curzon Dax emerges from the restaurant interior, sporting fashionable leisurewear. His thin, loose fitting shirt and trousers are perfect for the setting, but a far cry from the analyst's more formal attire at their last meeting at Starbase 24. He extends a hand to the lead officers, greeting each one by name through a broad smile. "It's good to see you two again," he adds to Tobin and Cole.
"Now, I know you have a lot of questions, but first, the rules: No uniforms when you're not on duty, and never after sundown...with a few exceptions," he says. "So, I'm going to have the staff show you to your rooms, and we'll meet back here in -" he looks at his watch "- about 30 minutes. I promise you I'll give the full rundown, and why I asked for you all to help me."
Tobin smiles as he greets the Starfleet Intelligence operative.
"It's good to see you again as well, Mr. Dax. But you do seem to enjoy being enigmatic, sir. I think I speak for us all in saying we've been wondering the whole way here what this all about. Not that I'm complaining about the locale, but I must admit I've never understood why we hold important events at these leisure resorts."
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on January 30, 2025, 02:05:18 PM"It's good to see you two again," he adds to Tobin and Cole.
"Sir." Cole nods politely in response to Dax's greeting.
As Tobin speaks, Cole's eyes are roaming across the other members of the landing party. The involvement of Starfleet Intelligence always makes him nervous.
Quote from: Nolmir on January 31, 2025, 04:12:26 PMTobin smiles as he greets the Starfleet Intelligence operative.
"It's good to see you again as well, Mr. Dax. But you do seem to enjoy being enigmatic, sir. I think I speak for us all in saying we've been wondering the whole way here what this all about. Not that I'm complaining about the locale, but I must admit I've never understood why we hold important events at these leisure resorts."
"Well, there's the isolation of it all. Get the diplomats away from distractions - the familiarity of San Francisco, the press, and the pomp and circumstance of the Council Chambers. Also, the aesthetics of the place - sets the mood, helps facilitate discussion. And, Federation Security decided to move conference venues around since the Orions infiltrated the Babel Conference in '68." He pauses to look over his shoulder - the only thing the others can see is some sort of fruity concoction sitting on one of the patio tables. "As for the other part - get settled, get changed, and be ready to eat some of the best food this side of the quadrant. We'll discuss your roles in all this then. Thirty minutes."
With a smile and a nod, he heads back the way he came, picking up that fruity drink along the way.
*~*~*~*~*
The rooms are quite nice - not so luxurious that they outshine the rest of the resort, but definitely a comfortable place to rest after a day's leisure. It's enough to make one wonder if this place is being run by a Risan. The senior officers - Tobin, Miguel, Cole, and Voshen - each have their own room (and Voshen's is somewhat separate from the others - a cabana with a sealed airlock that allows him to breathe his special gas mix without the need of his respirator); Chev shares a room with Ensign O'Neil, Ensign Tann-Tyra and Waymire each have their own rooms (on opposite ends of the building), and the rest of Cole's security team are paired up.
OOC: Feel free to post impressions and even interact with others as you're getting around.
About a half-hour later, the officers (O'Neil and Tann-Tyra included) gather back at the restaurant, meeting their host in a small side room. Curzon nods approvingly at the civilian attire (and, as usual, Tann-Tyra looks incredibly alluring, even as she's attempting to downplay any form of sensuality in her dress*). The Trill rises to greet her "properly" - which each man had done at least once when they first met the security officer; however, the crew have been around her long enough to acclimate themselves to her pheromones, and no longer become foolish around her. Dax hasn't had that opportunity. (Also of note, Chief Waymire, who was invited to attend as the "acting-captain's" yeoman, begged off, citing her allergies^ - i.e., she doesn't want to pass out in front of everyone.)
*
Deltans - Ed.^
Also Deltans - Ed.A member of the wait staff comes by to take orders. Once that's out of the way, Curzon clears his throat to quiet the small talk.
"Thank you all for being patient with me on this. As you know, the primary focus of this conference was originally to approve Trill's application for Federation membership. With the death of Council President Fergus, they're also going to be electing his replacement. One of the candidates to replace him is the Novan ambassador - Davar Errickoa, who has been public about his opposition to Trill joining the Federation," he explains. "Because of this, I was asked to arrange for the Trill and Novan delegations to meet for a few days before the conference opens.
"Now, because this is all off the books, so to speak, and the rest of the FCAT** is busy prepping for the conference itself and the arrival of the other delegations, I was authorized to bring in my own people to facilitate those discussions."
**
Federation Council Advance Team - Ed."Okay, but why us?" Miguel chimes in.
"Oh, that's easy: You and Tobin are a Novan and a Trill working together as department heads on the same ship, and I know you all are trustworthy - saw that in the Schrepfermann affair. And, bringing in Cole and his security team will take a burden off the Federation Security detail as they do their own prep work." Curzon smiles broadly. "Tobin and Miguel will each be the primary liaison for their respective delegations; Voshen and Chev will be your primary aides in that regard, and Cole and his team will provide security for both groups. Not a bad assignment for a couple weeks in paradise, eh?"
There are worse gigs.
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on February 03, 2025, 12:39:17 PMCurzon nods approvingly at the civilian attire (and, as usual, Tann-Tyra looks incredibly alluring, even as she's attempting to downplay any form of sensuality in her dress*). The Trill rises to greet her "properly" - which each man had done at least once when they first met the security officer; however, the crew have been around her long enough to acclimate themselves to her pheromones, and no longer become foolish around her.
Tobin chuckles quietly to himself as he observes Curzon's interaction with his Deltan crewmate.
But who can blame him? No matter how many lifetimes of experience he has, he's still mortal, he thinks to himself.
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on February 03, 2025, 12:39:17 PM"Okay, but why us?" Miguel chimes in.
"Oh, that's easy: You and Tobin are a Novan and a Trill working together as department heads on the same ship, and I know you all are trustworthy - saw that in the Schrepfermann affair. And, bringing in Cole and his security team will take a burden off the Federation Security detail as they do their own prep work." Curzon smiles broadly. "Tobin and Miguel will each be the primary liaison for their respective delegations; Voshen and Chev will be your primary aides in that regard, and Cole and his team will provide security for both groups. Not a bad assignment for a couple weeks in paradise, eh?"
"Staying in a resort, taking an active role in a pivotal moment of history for my world? Could be worse," Tobin says, grinning. "But you're making this sound like a cakewalk, as the human expression goes. With respect, sir, there must be a catch."
Quote from: Nolmir on February 03, 2025, 02:45:05 PM"Staying in a resort, taking an active role in a pivotal moment of history for my world? Could be worse," Tobin says, grinning. "But you're making this sound like a cakewalk, as the human expression goes. With respect, sir, there must be a catch."
"The catch is what I mentioned earlier. Ambassador Errickoa is popular among the delegations - he has a good number of supporters for council president, enough to make him a real factor in the election. If he remains opposed to the admission of Trill to the Federation and wins that post, it may set back our membership efforts for a decade or more."
He continues, "On the Trill side, Ambassador Voliax is coming here with a very, very thin mandate - she's fully authorized to withdraw the membership application on her own judgment. If that withdrawal comes, what will soon follow is a recall of all Trill home. You know our laws - they can be stringent when it comes to offworld travel. That's a lot of our people who would be required to return to Trill to reapply for travel visas, or face permanent exile.
"
Our job," Curzon adds, "is to change hearts and minds. That's why I brought you and Miguel in. I need you to sway them by word and example. Show Voliax what it means to be a part of something bigger, something important. And show Errickoa that the Trill can be an asset to the Federation - that Trill and Novans already work together, and do so well. We in Federation service - and Starfleet, especially - are supposed to represent the best our worlds can offer to the galaxy - let that part of us shine for the greater good."
OOC: A couple things here.
First, this is a time that the existence of symbiotes is a secret that won't be widely known for another 80 years. Joined Trill are very protective of that secret, actively avoiding transporters and traveling with their own medical personnel (Curzon adheres to these restrictions). Even unjoined Trill will not divulge the existence of symbiotes and the joining to the rest of the galaxy.
Second, Tobin knows of Ambassador Lasree Voliax - she's joined, and served for nearly 30 years in the planetary government (including the symbiosis commission) before being named Ambassador to the Federation in 2285 (which is when Trill's push for membership began in earnest). He recalls that she has long been a strong proponent of stricter requirements for candidates for joining.
Raising a fruit drink to his respirator's straw, complete with uttaberry skewer and bright pink paper umbrella, Lt. Voshen looked between Cmdr. Les and Ambassador Dax and endeavored to better understand their mission.
Right as they had touched down on the Terra Four complex, Voshen had found himself a bit asea, almost literally as their beam-in destination commanded an expansive view of the surrounding waters. His time at the Academy had acclimated him to the concept and view of Earth's oceans, but having the entire horizon ringed with shifting blue water threatened to dizzy him. Sharing a brief commiserating look with Ens. Chev, Voshen adjusted the polarization settings on his goggles, and wondered what exactly it was about tropical settings that fascinated Humans so.
He was determined to find out. Taking the ambassador at his word, Voshen performed some cursory research on the island's fashion norms. He had settled on a blue button-up shirt patterned with some form of seaside tree, paired with red board shorts. The combination appeared pleasing to his vision, at least, if slightly airy. He was relieved at least to see other civilians wearing similar garb.
Swallowing the sweet local concoction, Voshen leaned forward and raised his brow in an open, friendly gesture. "I have found that my tenure in Starfleet, and on the Drake in particular, has been both welcoming and edifying. Zaran certainly has its own critics of wider Federation policy, but even they recognize the value of membership. Speaking for myself, being recalled to the homeworlds would be..." He looked to Cmdr. Les as he tailored his words. "...it would be a great loss. I sincerely hope our presence can provide the inspiration the ambassadors require."
Chev met Voshen's look, miming wiping sweat from his brow with a lopsided grin. It's still too hot, but at least it's not Vulcan, he thought to himself. If missions continued along this path, he calculated that in five more he'd be on a planet with temperatures he considered to be actually pleasant.
"I'm happy to partner with Lt. de Costaluna," he offered, "seeing as how he's my direct superior in Communications, unless you'd rather split us up." He and Miguel had spent several post-ship evenings together playing word games; Chev had been very impressed that the Lieutenant had invited one of his own combining triangles with language symbols on them that were placed next to each other to try to make sentences, with extra points awarded if you could incorporate more than one language. He had been most put out when Chev had set down a series that said "Follow the yellow brick road" through Terran English, Klingon, Andorian, and one symbol in Breen that Miguel insisted meant "corn."
Tobin's grin turns to a more somber, reflective expression as Dax replies. Being forced to return home would be ... quite frustrating. Not least because of his resumed relationship with T'Kalla, but it went beyond that. He felt his calling lay in exploring the stars and seeing things no one, or at least no Trill, had seen before. And though he appreciated his culture, his people had become very inward-facing as a result, he felt, of keeping the symbiont secret from the wider galaxy. Starfleet, with its many races and cultures represented therein, had been a breath of fresh air for the curious scientist. And he was certain the Federation could do the same for his people -- if they would let it.
Quote from: socrates200X on February 04, 2025, 12:02:21 PM"I have found that my tenure in Starfleet, and on the Drake in particular, has been both welcoming and edifying. Zaran certainly has its own critics of wider Federation policy, but even they recognize the value of membership. Speaking for myself, being recalled to the homeworlds would be..." He looked to Cmdr. Les as he tailored his words. "...it would be a great loss. I sincerely hope our presence can provide the inspiration the ambassadors require."
"Well said, Lieutenant; I agree wholeheartedly. Let us hope we can convince the ambassadors that the Federation and my world would be stronger and better together than apart."
He shifts his gaze to Curzon. "I think I can guess why Ambassador Voliax has her reservations. But what about Ambassador Erricko? What is the basis of his opposition to our membership?"
Quote from: Chev ch'Valk on February 04, 2025, 12:49:31 PM"I'm happy to partner with Lt. de Costaluna," he offered, "seeing as how he's my direct superior in Communications, unless you'd rather split us up."
Miguel shoots Chev an appreciative nod. "Happy to have you with me."
Quote from: Nolmir on February 04, 2025, 06:42:46 PMHe shifts his gaze to Curzon. "I think I can guess why Ambassador Voliax has her reservations. But what about Ambassador Erricko? What is the basis of his opposition to our membership?"
"Here's the fun part: I have no idea," the analyst responds. "As a matter of public record, Errickoa has cited 'Trill secrecy' on certain matters of their government and economy, and mentioned in the initial debate on whether to consider the application that, and I quote, 'These Trill seem uninterested in being equal partners in galactic governance.'
"The first part of that could be attributed to the general libertarian slant of Novan politics - their transparency in governance is singular among the Terran colonies - and Errickoa is by all accounts a paragon of Novan Libertarianism." He turns to Miguel. "I hope I'm not speaking too much out of turn."
The communications officer shakes his head negatively. "Not at all. He's - well, he's definitely one of our more
passionate advocates of minimal governance."
Dax chuckles, then continues, "The second part is less clear. I've talked to a couple staffers I know in the Trill delegation, and they're not sure what might've triggered such a belief. Even put out some feelers to the Novans through some Terran and Alphan contacts, but haven't heard anything from them that would explain it, either."
Looking at Miguel and Chev, he admits, "You'll definitely have your work cut out for you, but getting to the bottom of that statement might be a good place to start changing his mind."
"Any chance we can get some insight as to what this 'Trill secrecy' is related to?" asks Chev, fishing for any leverage they might be able to obtain before going into discussions.
Dax meets Tobin's eyes briefly then answers, "All governments have their secrets, even among the founding bodies of the Federation. But, my best guess is that he sees certain practices amongst many of our leaders - especially those in more senior Federation roles - and believes we have something to hide."
"He means that some Trill, but not all, will not use a transporter, and only Trill medics can treat them," Miguel adds. "I know Tobin's not one of them, but I suspect you are, Mr. Dax."
Curzon nods his affirmation. "We don't consider it a religion, but these are certainly ethical practices we follow."
The analyst looks to Tobin again.
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on February 17, 2025, 11:25:47 AMDax meets Tobin's eyes briefly then answers, "All governments have their secrets, even among the founding bodies of the Federation. But, my best guess is that he sees certain practices amongst many of our leaders - especially those in more senior Federation roles - and believes we have something to hide."
"He means that some Trill, but not all, will not use a transporter, and only Trill medics can treat them," Miguel adds. "I know Tobin's not one of them, but I suspect you are, Mr. Dax."
Curzon nods his affirmation. "We don't consider it a religion, but these are certainly ethical practices we follow."
"Sir", Cole begins hesitantly, feeling somewhat out of place in the realm of diplomacy," I mean no disrespect but could the Trill delegation not simply clarify the reasoning behind these practices to show openness? If secrecy is at the root of the distrust, then would showing that that there is nothing to hide not remove the barrier?"
Tobin takes a deep breath.
"I'm afraid it's not quite as simple as that, Lieutenant," he says, speaking somewhat slower than usual as he chooses his words carefully. "There are certain practices which are deeply engrained in our society. Though Mr. Dax is correct in saying they are not precisely religious in nature, it could be helpful to compare them to one.
"In my readings on Earth anthropology, I have learned some about the Druze, a fascinating group. They keep most of their religion secret. There are facets of their religion a layperson will never have direct experience of; only certain devoted members learn their full teaching. And of course outsiders are strictly forbidden from this knowledge. Historically, as a religious minority, this was in part to protect their community from persecution. But for those who still practice the faith, it is simply part of their identity.
"Without going into details, Trill society has some parallels. Mr. Dax would be among these devoted members, in this metaphor. Revealing the full truth of our culture to non-Trill could cause the unraveling of our society, or so some say. I would have once shared this concern, but my experiences in Starfleet have changed my perspective. Nevertheless, my view is in the minority. If Trill society is to become more open regarding these practices, it will have to happen slowly. I doubt the Trill delegation would be willing to do so in the context of this conference."
As they all processed Tobin's words, Voshen found himself swallowing a bitter taste in his mouth. Religion. A inwards-facing culture serving to isolate and stultify, replacing reason and wonder with complacent faith. Too close to home. His home, and all the reasons he left.
Seeing no diplomatic benefit to bring this up and many against, Voshen set his reservations aside for the moment. "Extending the analogy, Ambassador Voliax would also appear to be one of the devotees of this particular "creed" of secrecy. I sincerely doubt we could sway her to divulge her personal beliefs further, so our overtures to her would involve assuaging her doubts that Federation membership would necessarily involve exposing Trill beliefs."
He spread his long fingers, gesturing. "Federation medical and cultural protections seem to be stable on this matter. Citizens are free to keep their personal and medical information to themselves. Whether this is a danger is judged after the fact, not prior."
"It seems to me," adds Chev, "that the best course of action might be to not mention it at all, and to talk around it if it comes up in conversation. To be purposefully obtuse, you might say. That way we're making it clear that we're aware that the subject is completely off the table, and we're making no attempt to say otherwise."
Quote from: Nolmir on February 18, 2025, 04:41:53 PMTobin takes a deep breath...
OOC: For this incredible answer, I'm going to grant Tobin a meritorious point of Determination for use in this episode.
OOC: Agreed, that was excellent stuff
"Thank you, sir", Cole answers in response to Tobin, "I get the picture. Sounds like we may have our work cut out for us here to come away with the result we're hoping for."
Curzon's smile broadens as the others engage. "We definitely have our work cut out for us, Mr. Cole, but this little conversation makes me glad I picked you all for this mission.
"Now," he says, "it's time to put away our thinking caps and break out our party hats. No more shop talk for the rest of the night. Cheers." The Trill raises his glass to salute the others.
OOC: Feel free to do a little chit chat and describe what your character is doing for the evening.
At some point during the revelry, Cole's communicator beeps. When he answers, he hears, "Oi, Banana Bender*! Fancy a few drinks with a Top Ender?" The voice unmistakably belongs to Regina Waymire, the captain's chief yeoman and fellow Aussie (from Alice Springs). It's possible that she may have already had a drink...or two...
* For those not familiar, a "Banana Bender" is Aussie slang for someone from Queensland, which references the state's significant banana farming industry (the joke is that Queenslanders spend all there time bending bananas into shape). "Top Ender" is likewise someone from the Northern Territory (although Alice Springs itself is very much near the center of the continent). -Ed.
Regina is played, IIRC, by Gigi Edgley, who played Chiana in Farscape. I'd have to go back and find my old list to be sure, but...there are worse candidates to have a drink with.
OOC: That's correct, which is why Regina is also Australian (although the actress is a Sandgroper from Perth). :)
After engaging in what he judges to be the appropriate minimum of small talk, Tobin wanders out onto the patio by himself with a plate of some sort of tropical Novan delicacy -- it appears to be cubes of raw fish tossed in a mixture of vegetables with a copious drizzling of some kind of vegetable oil. Taking a seat at one of the tables, he picks at the food while he thinks.
Being involved in these talks is a great honor, but I can't help but worry about all the things that may go wrong. The intransigence of politicians knows no bounds, after all. He sighs. I wish T'Kalla were here. A little Vulcan stoicism and logic could go a long way in a situation like this.
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on February 20, 2025, 12:13:43 PMAt some point during the revelry, Cole's communicator beeps. When he answers, he hears, "Oi, Banana Bender*! Fancy a few drinks with a Top Ender?" The voice unmistakably belongs to Regina Waymire, the captain's chief yeoman and fellow Aussie (from Alice Springs). It's possible that she may have already had a drink...or two...
Cole smiles broadly at this, realizing how long it's been since he had any actual downtime.
"I reckon I can drop my standards a bit, just this once. Where are you?"
"Commander? May I join you?" Lt. Voshen approached Tobin on the patio with a fluted glass of small, local crustaceans, a bright floral stalk waggling on top. He spent an awkward moment detangling the stem from the tubes of his respirator. "The need to embellish even the smallest foodstuffs here is certainly a choice."
A peal of laughter rang out from the main building. Ambassador Dax had reached the punchline of some story and was in the middle of replacing an empty tropical cocktail with another one. "The ambassador certainly does not seem to mind...embellishment." He clicked his vocoder twice wryly. "I will admit: it is a strange temperament to see in such a high-ranking diplomat. But his reputation speaks for itself, of course. Are all Trill functionaries as...convivial as Ambassador Dax?"
Oh, you two are going to get along famously....
Quote from: Renny on February 22, 2025, 04:06:45 PMCole smiles broadly at this, realizing how long it's been since he had any actual downtime.
"I reckon I can drop my standards a bit, just this once. Where are you?"
"Opposite end of the bar, 'round the bend," she says. When he looks that direction, he sees her raising a glass, with a playful tilt to her head. "Saved ya a spot."
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on February 23, 2025, 03:35:20 PM"Opposite end of the bar, 'round the bend," she says. When he looks that direction, he sees her raising a glass, with a playful tilt to her head. "Saved ya a spot."
Cole walks over and drops gratefully in the saved seat. He catches the bartender's eye and points at Regina's glass, indicating he wants the same.
"So Chief," he says in an exaggerated hushed voice, "Should have known i'd find you in the pub..."
"Please, call me 'Regina,'" she counters with a slight curl to her lips. "Or just 'Gina.' Let's leave the chief-lieutenant stuff in uniform.
"And, yeah - a good pub, a good pint of...whatever this is - " she studies her glass for a moment, her nose scrunching up in thought "- and a good bit of distance between me and Tann-Tyra."
Regina takes a sip whatever it is, glancing at Cole out of the corner of her eye, the corner of her lip still turned upward.
"OK Gina...," Cole replies, accepting the glass from the bartender with a nod and clinking Regina's glass in salute,
"Here's to....whatever this is."
He takes a sip in response, finding the drink not unpleasant.
He leans in slightly closer to the chief. "I can't let that one slide.. what's with Tann-Tyra then?"
The best he can describe it, the drink has the qualities of a smooth lager - maybe a bit heavy on the malt flavor - with notes of a very good single grain whiskey in the background. It certainly kicks like whiskey.
"Oh, don't get me wrong; your girl's as solid as they come. I just can't be in the same compartment with her," Gina admits, throwing a mischievous smile his way as she adds, "that is, unless you're looking for an excuse for me to pass out in your arms.
"You remember that bastard Niro in Captain Schrepfermann's gang? Well, before we knew anything about him, he was just the new helmsman who was coming aboard right after we got back from the first contact with the Watu. I was the duty yeoman and took the opportunity to give him a quick tour of the ship - y'know, good looking Deltan and all...
"Anyway, we're in the turbolift when, all of a sudden, everything goes black," she waves her glass around for effect. "Next thing I know is that I'm on the deck, flat on my back, with Doc Dourap and Casey looking down over me. They tell me I'm allergic to Deltan pheromones - don't react to them the same way others do. Full on anaphylaxis. I tell ya, I've never been more disappointed in anything in my whole life."
She finishes the last of her drink and motions for the bartender to bring another. "I take regular meds, but, apparently, my system can still get overloaded from prolonged contact - like dinner and drinks. Nausea after about 15 minutes, dizziness after about a half-hour - not in any mortal danger, but still not pleasant. Doc said I could take a double dose of meds as a 'booster' to counter it, but, you know, the side effects are mild nausea and migraines. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Cheers."
OOC: The Ballad of Regina Waymire...
Quote from: socrates200X on February 23, 2025, 02:42:48 PM"Commander? May I join you?" Lt. Voshen approached Tobin on the patio with a fluted glass of small, local crustaceans, a bright floral stalk waggling on top. He spent an awkward moment detangling the stem from the tubes of his respirator. "The need to embellish even the smallest foodstuffs here is certainly a choice."
A peal of laughter rang out from the main building. Ambassador Dax had reached the punchline of some story and was in the middle of replacing an empty tropical cocktail with another one. "The ambassador certainly does not seem to mind...embellishment." He clicked his vocoder twice wryly. "I will admit: it is a strange temperament to see in such a high-ranking diplomat. But his reputation speaks for itself, of course. Are all Trill functionaries as...convivial as Ambassador Dax?"
Tobin smiles as he turns to glance inside at Dax as he holds court. "He is particularly gregarious, for just about any species. At least the ones I'm aware of." The officer looks down and picks at his food. "Certainly part of that is just his personality. But I'm fairly certain he also uses it as a tool for his work -- getting people to let down their guard is highly useful. So don't let his charming frivolity fool you, he is a formidable person."
He looks back up at the Zaranite. "You know, Voshen, he does more than just wrangle diplomats. When I was first assigned to Capt. Treyva's command, we worked with him on an operation to take a rogue Starfleet officer into custody. It was definitely a harrowing introduction to this crew," he says, snorting out a chuckle as he shakes his head ruefully.
"But we're supposed to be off duty for the night. Tell me, what do you think of our accommodations? Do they have resorts like this back on your homeworld?"
Quote from: Nolmir on February 26, 2025, 04:33:41 PM"But we're supposed to be off duty for the night. Tell me, what do you think of our accommodations? Do they have resorts like this back on your homeworld?"
Voshen looked down at his hors d'oeuvre and wrinkled his eyes in amusement. "On Zaran II? No, no, nothing like this. Cloud cover 80% of the year, volcanic ash storms, fluorine atmosphere...but. The Third Caves of Vas'thath? Imagine: perfectly symmetrical caverns of iridescent crystal, precise fractal facets, concentric within each. Zaranite monks add new cuts every cycle, perhaps a millimeter, each one planned and calculated over years. Maintained over millennia."
He twisted the base of the cup idly. "I've never been. I've watched the holos thousands of times, of course, but...my family moved to Argus V Colony before my birth. Mandated. By the Great Enumerations. The very same ones used to construct the Third Caves, ironically enough. Very devout, my family. Very observant."
Pushing the dish away, he levelled his gaze at Tobin. "I'm the third of three sons, Commander. It is my preordained duty to man my household, never to leave its environs until the end of my days. My...culture. I left, and never looked back. I have experienced wonders and friendship and done and seen more than I could have done in
thirty lifetimes at home."
Tapping his fingers, Voshen turned to watch the horizon and took in a slow breath. "Anyway, no. Nothing like this." The susurrus of the waves swelled and ebbed.
"Is it much the same? On Trill? What exactly are we arguing for here? What are we being asked to defend?"
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on February 26, 2025, 11:07:52 AMDamned if you do, damned if you don't. Cheers."
Cole grimaces in what he hopes is a sympathetic manner and clicks his glass in response.
"That's a tough break, Gina," he sighs, "Here's to boldly going, with the right meds..."
Quote from: socrates200X on February 26, 2025, 09:27:36 PMQuote from: Nolmir on February 26, 2025, 04:33:41 PM"But we're supposed to be off duty for the night. Tell me, what do you think of our accommodations? Do they have resorts like this back on your homeworld?"
Voshen looked down at his hors d'oeuvre and wrinkled his eyes in amusement. "On Zaran II? No, no, nothing like this. Cloud cover 80% of the year, volcanic ash storms, fluorine atmosphere...but. The Third Caves of Vas'thath? Imagine: perfectly symmetrical caverns of iridescent crystal, precise fractal facets, concentric within each. Zaranite monks add new cuts every cycle, perhaps a millimeter, each one planned and calculated over years. Maintained over millennia."
He twisted the base of the cup idly. "I've never been. I've watched the holos thousands of times, of course, but...my family moved to Argus V Colony before my birth. Mandated. By the Great Enumerations. The very same ones used to construct the Third Caves, ironically enough. Very devout, my family. Very observant."
Pushing the dish away, he levelled his gaze at Tobin. "I'm the third of three sons, Commander. It is my preordained duty to man my household, never to leave its environs until the end of my days. My...culture. I left, and never looked back. I have experienced wonders and friendship and done and seen more than I could have done in thirty lifetimes at home."
Tapping his fingers, Voshen turned to watch the horizon and took in a slow breath. "Anyway, no. Nothing like this." The susurrus of the waves swelled and ebbed.
"Is it much the same? On Trill? What exactly are we arguing for here? What are we being asked to defend?"
OOC: Excellent stuff, seriously!
Quote from: Renny on February 27, 2025, 05:36:59 AMQuote from: Davy, aka GM on February 26, 2025, 11:07:52 AMDamned if you do, damned if you don't. Cheers."
Cole grimaces in what he hopes is a sympathetic manner and clicks his glass in response.
"That's a tough break, Gina," he sighs, "Here's to boldly going, with the right meds..."
"Do you have family in the service, Gina, or is everyone back home in Aus?"
Quote from: Renny on February 27, 2025, 05:36:59 AM"That's a tough break, Gina," he sighs, "Here's to boldly going, with the right meds..."
Regina snickers at the comment, probably a little more enthusiastically than intended.
Quote from: Renny on February 28, 2025, 03:12:35 AM"Do you have family in the service, Gina, or is everyone back home in Aus?"
"My great-granddad was in Starfleet - enlisted in 2198, I think it was. I remember him telling me all sorts of stories about it, including a scrap with the Klingons just before he retired in '26." She takes a sip, appearing to savor a memory. "He wore his old uniform at my graduation from the ETP. Had the Academy Superintendent fawning all over him."
She sidles a little closer to Cole. "How 'bout you? Your family was rural, like mine, right?"
Cole takes another drink, his tone suddenly wistful.
"Yeah, I grew up just outside Brisbane. My folks lived on a...farming commune, I guess, you'd call it. They didn't believe in technology, so all the farm work was done by hand."
He laughs quietly.
"Ironic that I ended up out here, right?"
Quote from: socrates200X on February 26, 2025, 09:27:36 PM"Is it much the same? On Trill? What exactly are we arguing for here? What are we being asked to defend?"
Tobin knots his eyebrows in thought. "At its core, Trill culture asks each of us to place something higher than self at the center. That takes different forms for some of us. Those like Dax will know and experience things I could only imagine. I wanted to be like him, you know. Well, not him specifically, but of his ... order, so to speak. That didn't come to pass. At the time, I was devastated. The purpose I had devoted my life to was gone, snatched away by what seemed a manifestly unfair system. That's why I joined Starfleet. I needed some purpose, some higher calling for myself. And I found it, out here in the galaxy, seeking knowledge and understanding. Working hand in hand with my crew."
He glances at the Zaranite. "My people can be reticent. We have a secret that many of us consider far too precious and fragile to risk. And that can be a flaw, no doubt. It may even, in the end, bar our way to Federation membership. But I believe entry to the Federation is a necessity for my people to grow. I hope that the Federation will cause more of my people to see that there is not so much to fear in the galaxy as we have thought. Perhaps it's naive optimism, but I really do believe that, over time, the water of knowledge can wear away at the cliff of fear, until it one day becomes a beach." He smiles. "Perhaps like the one we find ourselves at here."
Quote from: Renny on March 02, 2025, 02:41:52 PMHe laughs quietly.
"Ironic that I ended up out here, right?"
"Ironic? Maybe, but definitely something to be proud of. I'm sure we both have a spec or three of the home soil still stuck somewhere we can't wash away, and that ain't a bad thing. Dirt farmers to the core, mate," she raises her glass in salute, then takes a drink. "Teach those mega-city kids a thing or two."
Regina flashes a mischievous smile, which softens into a warmer one as she silently gazes at the security officer for several moments, her eyes a bit heavy with drink. "Shoulda done this ages ago," she says. Seeing brief confusion on his face, the yeoman adds, "Have you out for a drink. Definitely glad I did, finally."
Quote from: Nolmir on March 03, 2025, 06:53:41 PMHe glances at the Zaranite. "My people can be reticent. We have a secret that many of us consider far too precious and fragile to risk. And that can be a flaw, no doubt. It may even, in the end, bar our way to Federation membership. But I believe entry to the Federation is a necessity for my people to grow. I hope that the Federation will cause more of my people to see that there is not so much to fear in the galaxy as we have thought. Perhaps it's naive optimism, but I really do believe that, over time, the water of knowledge can wear away at the cliff of fear, until it one day becomes a beach." He smiles. "Perhaps like the one we find ourselves at here."
"Secrets and faith..." Voshen stood up, leaving the cocktail on the table and took a long sigh of recycled air, facing the sea. "I don't envy you, Commander. Either of you." He turned to regard Ambassador Dax, who caught his gaze across the crowd and lifted his drink. Impassive behind his mask, Voshen turned away and moved to leave toward his quarters, but paused.
"You and I needed to leave our pasts behind in order to find our place in the Federation. I offer that Trill may need to prepare to do the same. Commander." The lanky lieutenant padded down the patio and along the sandy beach, waves erasing his long footsteps.
OOC: Requesting a Personal Complication here against my "Exploration Over Tradition" Value in exchange for 1 Determination. This societal secrecy (through no fault of Tobin's!) smacks Voshen entirely the wrong way, and speaks to every reason he left his planet and why he still resents his upbringing. Hopefully, by the end of this, he'll come to a better synthesis of opinions, but for the moment, I don't think that he truly believes Trill
can or should keep its secret. Complication would represent that belief and may or may not affect any upcoming diplomacy rolls?
Quote from: socrates200X on March 04, 2025, 10:49:42 AMOOC: Requesting a Personal Complication here against my "Exploration Over Tradition" Value in exchange for 1 Determination. This societal secrecy (through no fault of Tobin's!) smacks Voshen entirely the wrong way, and speaks to every reason he left his planet and why he still resents his upbringing. Hopefully, by the end of this, he'll come to a better synthesis of opinions, but for the moment, I don't think that he truly believes Trill can or should keep its secret. Complication would represent that belief and may or may not affect any upcoming diplomacy rolls?
OOC: Done. Your Complication will be "No Room for Tradition," and your personal bias against Trill traditions will increase the Difficulty of any task that requires interaction with any Trill, including Dax and Tobin. Give yourself +1 Determination.
CurrentMomentum - 0
Threat - 5
No Room for Tradition Complication (Voshen) - +1 Difficulty in all tasks involving interactions with Trill characters.
Quote from: socrates200X on March 04, 2025, 10:49:42 AM"You and I needed to leave our pasts behind in order to find our place in the Federation. I offer that Trill may need to prepare to do the same. Commander." The lanky lieutenant padded down the patio and along the sandy beach, waves erasing his long footsteps.
Tobin watches the Zaranite leave, concern creasing his brow, then sighs as he turns back to regard the ocean. "Damn secrets. They make everything so complicated," he mutters to himself.
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on March 04, 2025, 10:28:53 AMRegina flashes a mischievous smile, which softens into a warmer one as she silently gazes at the security officer for several moments, her eyes a bit heavy with drink. "Shoulda done this ages ago," she says. Seeing brief confusion on his face, the yeoman adds, "Have you out for a drink. Definitely glad I did, finally."
"Me too, Gina", Cole replies wistfully, "Me too."
After a while longer at the bar, Cole and Regina take a slow walk around the complex, comparing stories of shenanigans growing up and life before the Drake, the chief frequently "steadying herself" on the security officer's arm. They briefly encounter Cole's security team, partying together on the beach; Vasquez assures him that she and Hicks will make sure nothing gets out of hand and that they'll be ready to report on time in the morning.
Other members of the Drake's team begin to find their way to their hotel rooms, some in better moods than others. As Cole drops Regina off at her room, she reaches up to kiss him good night*.
* How long that goodnight kiss lasts is up to Cole. - Ed.
The next morning, Chief Waymire checks in on the acting-captain, providing a quick brief before they muster at the main complex.
"You and Voshen are scheduled to meet with the Trill delegation at 0900 local in the Ikuku II Conference Room - initially with Legate Prussk. The ambassador is scheduled to join you later," she notes. "Lt. Costaluna and Ensign ch'Valk are scheduled for the same time to meet with the Novans in the Oduugbo Mmiri Suite. Both Ambassador Errickoa and Delegate de Colinoro should arrive together.
"Lt. Cole and his team are scheduled to meet with the host delegation chief of staff, one Mr. Olabodheo, and Lt. Cmdr. Carpenter, head of the Starfleet Communications Team, to brief them on security protocols ahead of the conference," the chief continues. "And my job is to keep both you and Lt. Costaluna on schedule, so I'll be just a comm beep away, if you need me."
Tobin & Voshen
Uwaano Hall (Main Conference Building)
Ikuku II Conference Room
Tobin and Voshen meet up in the main lobby of Uwaano Hall and are directed by the resort staff to the 4th floor, east wing. They pass the Ikuku I Room to find their designated space and enter, which is a purpose-built conference room dominated by a long table for 25-30 and additional chairs along the walls, and multiple displays for ease of viewing. A member of the hospitality staff is finishing setting up the drinks station; she smiles at their arrival, completes her task, and excuses herself as she departs.
No sooner does the door slide closed behind her, it opens to admit four Trill (two men, two women) in civilian professional attire; one stands out to the science officer as a member of his Symbiosis Commission candidate cohort. Of course, back then, he didn't know her as Jeeri Prussk, but as Jeeri Neos. Prussk must be her symbiote's name. As the others busy themselves with setting PADDs at various places on the table, Jeeri smiles a familiar smile and steps up to the officers. "I thought it was you when I heard a 'Lt. Commander Les' was going to be our liaison during the preconference session; you look great, by the way - that uniform really suits you."
As if she's suddenly aware that someone else is in the room, she starts and turns to offer her hand in greeting to the Zaranite. "And you are Lieutenant Voshen, I presume? I'm Legate Jeeri Prussk. It's a pleasure to meet you and to have you working with us this week."
OOC: Nolmir, I'll let you determine the depth and nature of Tobin and Jeeri's acquaintance.
(That can include being rivals who didn't like each other at the time. :) )
Also, it's up to you gents if you expected Dax to be there with you.
Things you folks would know about the Trill delegation:
Ambassador Lasree Voliax (f)
Legate Jeeri Prussk (f)
Three other delegates
Seven aides (at least 2 male, 1 female)
Trill medical team
The delegation traveled to Alpha III in their own transport (Starfleet normally ferries delegations to the meeting site).
Additionally, Tobin expects that everyone in the delegation will be joined.
Chev
Uwaano Hall (Main Conference Building)
Oduugbo Mmiri Conference Room
Similarly, Miguel and Chev arrive together in the lobby, and are directed to the 5th floor, west wing. This is a small conference room designed to host about 10-15 people all together, and they arrive to find two female Novans setting up data PADDs and cups filled with what smells like coffee for two places.
"Good morning!" one stops and rounds the table as the other continues her setup. "Are you Lt. de Costaluna and Ensign ch'Valk? I hope I said that right. I'm Anamaria de Brazanos, and this is my colleague, Zahra Nuralla. The Ambassador and Delegate de Colinoro will be with us shortly."
OOC: Things you folks would know about the Novan Delegation:
Ambassador Davar Errickoa (m) - announced candidate for Federation Council President
Delegate Calixta Quesada Otero de Colinoro (f)
Two aides (who you now know as Anamaria de Brazanos and Zahra Nuralla, both female)
The delegation also traveled to Alpha III in a their own transport.
Cole
Uwaano Hall (Main Conference Building)
Security Operations Center
Lt. Cole and his team find their way to a 1st floor secure space in the main building, where a member of FCAT security stands guard. With a quick check of his PADD, he keys in a code at the door and lets the baker's dozen pass through to a very busy open space. Two conferencing tables sit to the left, both with a number of Starfleet and Federation personnel holding discussions. To the right is a number of desks shoved together, where the same mix of Starfleet and Federation personnel sit and work. Ahead, though, looks more like a scaled-up ship's bridge, with some 20 workstations fit into two concentric semi-circles, with three small tables closest to the entrance, where a number of personnel are seated or standing, monitoring or analyzing incoming data. It speaks to the complexity of hosting, securing, and transporting the diplomatic leaders of the Federation to a single site.
At one of those "bridge ops" tables stands Curzon Dax, who notices the newcomers and strides over to meet them.
"Cole, everyone, this way!" he says enthusiastically, drawing the group toward the ops area before directing them to the left, where a separate section houses a large briefing room, with one transparent wall. They see other folks within, including what appears to be a few Alphans. "Mr. Cole, let me introduce you to Lt. Commander Carpenter, who runs this little corner of chaos, and Mr. Olabodheo, chief of staff of the Alpha III host delegation. Gentlemen, Lt. Cole of USS Drake, and his security team for the preconference sessions."
"Lieutenant, a pleasure to have you with us," Carpenter greets, standing and approaching to shake the lieutenant's hand.
Olabodheo also approaches, offering his hand after the lieutenant commander. "Welcome to Alpha III, Mr. Cole. Thank you for volunteering to assist us in this most important mission." He sounds like a politician.
OOC: Going to give you folks a chance to catch up.
A smile wrinkled at his eyes, and Lt. Vohsen bowed slightly as he accepted the proffered hand. "Legate, a pleasure." The coldness of her palms briefly took him aback, but he remembered this biological quirk as part of his diplomatic prep. "I am cheered to see that you and the Commander are acquainted."
OOC: Time for a Quick Survey! Using my Talent (and leaning into my Cold Reading Focus), I'll ask -- "What subtle emotional cues does Legate Prussk present upon seeing and meeting Tobin?"
Tobin quirks a half-smile as he recognizes Jeeri. "Legate Prussk," he says, nodding respectfully and putting an emphasis on the new name. "I must say I am surprised to see you, but then I guess I shouldn't be. You always were ambitious -- 'bound for great things,' Master Nohr said."
Turning to Voshen, Tobin explains, "The legate and I were ... classmates, in our youth." Returning his attention to Jeeri, he adds with a smile, " It's good to see you again, Jeeri. From the look of you, I'd say diplomatic life suits you."
OOC: Let's say Tobin and Jeeri were friendly rivals. They got along well enough, but there was always a degree of tension as they tried to outdo one another. Obviously, Jeeri got the last laugh on that, since Tobin was filtered out of the program.
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on March 13, 2025, 03:54:15 PMAs Cole drops Regina off at her room, she reaches up to kiss him good night
* How long that goodnight kiss lasts is up to Cole. - Ed.
OOC:An officer and a gentleman never tells...
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on March 13, 2025, 03:54:15 PM"Lieutenant, a pleasure to have you with us," Carpenter greets, standing and approaching to shake the lieutenant's hand.
Olabodheo also approaches, offering his hand after the lieutenant commander. "Welcome to Alpha III, Mr. Cole. Thank you for volunteering to assist us in this most important mission." He sounds like a politician.
Cole grasps Carpenter's hand first, then Olabodheo's, exchanging greetings with both.
"Glad to be here," he says brightly. "My team and I are here to do whatever we can to make this run smoothly."
Tobin & VoshenQuote from: socrates200X on March 13, 2025, 04:29:49 PMA smile wrinkled at his eyes, and Lt. Vohsen bowed slightly as he accepted the proffered hand. "Legate, a pleasure." The coldness of her palms briefly took him aback, but he remembered this biological quirk as part of his diplomatic prep. "I am cheered to see that you and the Commander are acquainted."
Jeeri seems to be genuinely happy to see Tobin, but appears to seamlessly switch to a general "professional friendliness" mode that is common to diplomats within a disturbingly few moments. It makes Voshen wonder if they are more rivals than friends.
Quote from: Nolmir on March 13, 2025, 04:42:53 PM"I must say I am surprised to see you, but then I guess I shouldn't be. You always were ambitious -- 'bound for great things,' Master Nohr said."
"Youngest Legate in the Interstellar Office," she boasts, although, with Jeeri, it never sounds like boasting - more like nervous acceptance of praise. But, Tobin knows her ego; it's boasting.
Quote from: Nolmir on March 13, 2025, 04:42:53 PMTurning to Voshen, Tobin explains, "The legate and I were ... classmates, in our youth." Returning his attention to Jeeri, he adds with a smile, " It's good to see you again, Jeeri. From the look of you, I'd say diplomatic life suits you."
"It's certainly an adventure, between the polarization of Legorian Hall* along application lines, the almost off-putting nature of the Federation commissariats' enthusiasm, and the opposition of the Novan-aligned bloc in the Federation Council. But that's what this preconference session's about, right?"
*
Legorian Hall is name of the Trill World Legislature building, and is sometimes used colloquially to refer to the legislature itself. -EdCole"Glad to hear it," Olabodheo responds, just as brightly.
Carpenter gestures for the team to find seats around the table. He briefly describes the function of the operations center and notes that the
Drake team's communicators have already been linked to the conference network. He then goes describes the security plan:
- Alpha III's planetary security forces have secured a two block perimeter around the complex, and has shut down nearby resorts to limit beach traffic. They are also providing ingress and egress security at the complex street entrance.
- Security within the complex and on the beach are being handled by Federation Security personnel, and the teams attached to FCAT are currently performing sweeps and setting up command centers around the complex, which is why the
Drake team is needed for the preconference session.
- Security for the 3rd & 4th Floors of Uwaano Hall (which have been set aside for the preconference session), as well as the Trill and Novan delegations' quarters, will be handed over to Cole for the duration of the preconference session. Federation Security will continue to handle access to the hall itself.
- Phaser Is are mandated on duty. Phaser IIs are authorized on the 3rd and 4th floors, which Carpenter calls "Sensitive Areas," at Cole's discretion. Kill settings are authorized only in the event of being attacked with deadly force.
- Alpha III planetary security point of contact is Commander Buurunti. FCAT Security point of contact is Agent-in-Charge Montfort. Lt. Cmdr. Carpenter is the general FCAT/Starfleet point of contact. Dax, of course, is available to liaise with all groups, as well.
"Any questions?" the lieutenant commander asks.
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on March 17, 2025, 03:46:40 PM"It's certainly an adventure, between the polarization of Legorian Hall* along application lines, the almost off-putting nature of the Federation commissariats' enthusiasm, and the opposition of the Novan-aligned bloc in the Federation Council. But that's what this preconference session's about, right?"
Tobin nods. "I suppose so. Honestly, I'd rather leave this sort of thing to you -- I'm much more at home in my lab than dealing with politicians -- but I can hardly refuse being personally asked by Kurzon Dax," he says in a self-deprecating fashion mirroring Jeeri's own non-boastful boasting.
"Which leads me to ask," he continues, "what is Ambassador Voliax's position on Federation membership? I'm afraid it feels as though my crew and I are being brought into this whole thing half-blind."
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on March 17, 2025, 03:46:40 PM"Any questions?" the lieutenant commander asks.
"Sir, does the complex have any measures in place to restrict transporter access?"
ColeOOC: In the 2280s, the only way to block transporters is using shields. Transport inhibitors are later 24th Century technology.
"We weren't given permission to set up the necessary shield generators to cover the complex," Dax notes.
"Of course not," Olabodheo confirms. "It would have been too disruptive to the tourist season."
"Alphan Orbital Guard patrol craft and two Starfleet escorts will be on station over the planet as a picket to prevent unauthorized vessels from entering transporter range of the planet," Carpenter continues. "And we have all sorts of sensors trained on the complex, so we'll know someone's coming before they get here.
"We even have a couple crack transporter teams who will attempt to intercept incoming unauthorized beams."
"It's as good a net as we can cast here," Dax concludes.
Tobin & VoshenQuote from: Nolmir on March 18, 2025, 04:44:23 PM"Which leads me to ask," he continues, "what is Ambassador Voliax's position on Federation membership? I'm afraid it feels as though my crew and I are being brought into this whole thing half-blind."
"She's...," Jeeri shifts her gaze between Voshen and Tobin. "...well, she's reticent, but...hopeful, I suppose? I don't think anyone on our team was ready for the level of opposition our application received. If it was just one voice speaking out because of whatever crusade they're on, sure, that sort of thing we know how to deal with - but this is a popular delegate who can pull an entire voting bloc behind him. The ambassador has sometimes wondered if Trill really needs Federation membership that badly - it's not worth sacrificing our principles and cultural identity.
"The hopeful part is that she agreed to the preconference session, and the Novans did, too. She was named Ambassador to the Federation
because she believes joining that government will benefit our people, so this is something she wants."
OOC: BTW, Jeeri is pronounced jee-AIR-ee.
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on March 24, 2025, 02:03:24 PMCole
OOC: In the 2280s, the only way to block transporters is using shields. Transport inhibitors are later 24th Century technology.
"We weren't given permission to set up the necessary shield generators to cover the complex," Dax notes.
"Of course not," Olabodheo confirms. "It would have been too disruptive to the tourist season."
"Alphan Orbital Guard patrol craft and two Starfleet escorts will be on station over the planet as a picket to prevent unauthorized vessels from entering transporter range of the planet," Carpenter continues. "And we have all sorts of sensors trained on the complex, so we'll know someone's coming before they get here.
"We even have a couple crack transporter teams who will attempt to intercept incoming unauthorized beams."
"It's as good a net as we can cast here," Dax concludes.
Cole nods appreciatively. "Sounds pretty thorough to me, sir. Thank you."
A small but noted pause fell over the three of them. Voshen clicked neutrally. "Well. I believe I will make my introductions to the rest of the delegation. Commander. Legate Prussk." Steepling his fingers and bowing slightly, Voshen moved to brightly greet the other aides in the room, giving the commander space to speak to the Legate in relative privacy.
Tobin nods gratefully to Voshen as he excuses himself. As the navigator walks away, he turns back to Jeeri. "I take it that the ambassador is not willing to disclose the existence of the symbionts to the Federation, then?" Tobin asks, his voice lowered. "Because if so, I am afraid that may scuttle our application. Our world's reticence on certain topics makes many think we have something to hide, Jeeri."
TobinQuote from: Nolmir on March 28, 2025, 03:52:01 PMTobin nods gratefully to Voshen as he excuses himself. As the navigator walks away, he turns back to Jeeri. "I take it that the ambassador is not willing to disclose the existence of the symbionts to the Federation, then?" Tobin asks, his voice lowered. "Because if so, I am afraid that may scuttle our application. Our world's reticence on certain topics makes many think we have something to hide, Jeeri."
Jeeri shakes her head negatively to confirm the science officer's initial supposition, and the corner of her mouth twists slightly in frustration. "What world doesn't have its own secrets? The Vulcans are just as tight-lipped about aspects of their own culture, and how many of Tellar's dealings remain hidden behind their love and mastery of argument - even their official language is carefully crafted to who knows what end? And the Terrans -- okay, bad example. The Terrans are so open about their culture and history it's almost unsettling...sometimes, I think they're trying too hard."
She pauses to refocus. "My point is that our secrets are no less important to us than theirs are to them. Why should we be subject to greater scrutiny?"
VoshenThe two male aides look up when the navigator approaches, their faces friendly as they greet him.
"It's Voshen, correct?" the left one says. "I'm Aevrill Niste, and this is Shodanan Ord. -"
"Hello."
"- We really appreciate you and your crew helping facilitate this session."