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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Progress</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 11-6-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81110.1005 | |||
Scene: Issahi Council Chambers | |||
MD: 6.1815 | |||
> Zane spoke quickly, "We are here to discuss a mutually beneficial alliance.<br> | |||
> I'm sure an exchange of any useful information will be a part of that."<br> | |||
> | |||
> The First Counsel looked at the FEYNMAN's commanding officer with a bit of<br> | |||
> a frown, then nodded. "That will be acceptable. However, we will not share<br> | |||
> a counsel table with a .." the universal translator was not able to<br> | |||
> translate the final word which Krazich spoke in his guttural tongue.<br> | |||
> Something Krysa couldn't even hope to repeat, let alone spell. However, the<br> | |||
> word was spoken with obvious distaste and was directed at Jerran. There<br> | |||
> were rumblings of agreement from those around.<br> | |||
Zane stood and his fellow officers quickly followed suit. "If | |||
this is your decision we will of course respect it. I will report to the | |||
High Lord Nicholas that your people do not wish to establish diplomatic | |||
dialogue. Your representatives on my ship may stay until their tour is | |||
complete after that we will return to our space." He gestured | |||
impaitently to Glin'Kharr at his far right and the four Starfleet officers | |||
turned towards the exit. The council room went silent. | |||
As they neared the doors Zane began to think that his bluff had | |||
not worked but as Glin'kharr crossed the threshold Krazich's voice boomed | |||
out. "Wait!" They stopped and turned. A dull murmur began to rise from | |||
th council members but it was quickly silenced as Krazich rose. | |||
"This....'being'...do you not know what it is?" | |||
"I know who he is but I don't think you do." Zane challenged. | |||
The counil broke out in a roar at such insolence from the strange | |||
little ape. Again Krazich silenced them, this time with a ear shattering | |||
roar of his own. "I know his kind all to well. They are evil." | |||
Zane moved back towards the dais. "First Counsel, part of Lt. | |||
Jerran's ancestry is that of the planet Vulcan. They are a noble and | |||
peaceful race that were instrumental in founding the Federation. There | |||
ideals are based around logic, peaceful coexistence and their belief in | |||
infinite diveristy in infinite combinations. Vulcans as a people are not | |||
evil nor are they a threat to you or the Issahi. Vulcan as a planet is | |||
thousands of light years from your confederacy it is unlikely that you | |||
have ever encountered one before and if they had encountered you then the | |||
Federation as a whole would know. I do not know what race you have | |||
contact with that you find so evil but they are not Vulcan's whatever the | |||
appearance." The crowd began to murmur again but before Krazich quieted | |||
them Zane turned to face them. He shouted above the noise. "If you want | |||
to establish relations with the Federation then you do so with all its | |||
members and before you do that you must learn to trust as we have learnt | |||
to trust you." | |||
The lingering silence that filled the room was broken by the bang | |||
of Krazich's staff upon the rock floor of the dias. "Your words are well | |||
taken Zane of the Federation but I alone can not make this decision." He | |||
turned to face the assembly. "The leaders of the Great Clans will | |||
assemble in the Hall of the Clans. Adjourned." | |||
Four more Issahi joined Krazich on the dias and followed him down | |||
a long stone hallway. The honour guard motioned Zane and the others to | |||
follow. It seemed they were moving to a more private meeting with the | |||
ruling class. Perhaps now they would find out what it was the Issahi | |||
wanted from them and perhaps even what happend to the SERAPIS. | |||
<nowiki>__________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: 10-Forward.<br> | |||
Bat looked on in disgust at the sight that was his bar. Maril had | |||
offered refreshements to the Issahi as he should. But now 35 minutes | |||
later Bat cringed as another 100 pounds of raw meat had been placed in | |||
front of them. He knew all races were different, none no better than | |||
another no matter how different their customs and traditions but this was | |||
just digusting. He'd never eat meat again. Of course the small group of | |||
Issahi who seemed to be vegetarians weren't making a salad look all that | |||
appetizing either. But through it all Commander Maril sat facing them, | |||
engaged in polite conversation as if they were sipping tea and nibbling on | |||
cucumber sandwiches. The old security officer remembered once again why | |||
he had never sought the command path. Diplomacy was too annoying. *But I | |||
bet those beasts can fight.* He thought approvingly. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Maybe now we'll see just what the Issahi want/expect of us...I'm looking | |||
forward to finding out just what that is. | |||
It'll also be interesting to see why the Issahi hate beings that look like | |||
Vulcans and just where they came from. Perhaps during the great schism | |||
on Vulcan part of the group that would later become Romulans left and | |||
headed out this way....I leave it up to you. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
