Protests

Anomaly TrekMUX Episode (#02-011) 02/23/01

Part and parcel of the responsibilities of the Starfleet Officer is the diplomatic dinner. The event on Occa is such an occasion. A new presidential administration on that planet has sent out feelers to join the Federation, and the Federation has graciously accepted the challenge. Tonight's state dinner is being held in the honor of the visiting Starfleet officers, as well as opens an opportunity for the administration to meet with Ambassador S'Terik, Ambassador to Dulcais from the planet Vulcan. It's been a long ride in the runabout, especially in the white waiter's outfits. But finally Occa looms into view through the runabout viewports. The oceans of the world are a shimmering vibrant green, lending credence to the epithet of the Emerald Oceans that the world is often ascribed. At the helm is Ensign Vespasian, a young go-getter Human from around the Mediterranean. He works in security, and is quiet as he pilots the runabout to its final destination, the presidential palace in the city of New Florida.

Vespasian announces, "We'll be landing in ten minutes, Ambassador." His fingers move deftly across the controls of the runabout.

Ghorev peers out of the port at the waters. "Lovely, truly lovely."

Evans stands near a companel carefull not to touch anything.

Gellan peers out of the viewport in silence, an intent gaze fixed on the landscape below.

S'Terik has remained motionless and silent for the majority of the trip from Station 419, but now stands up from his seat as the planet Occa appears through the viewports. "Very well, Ensign," he says simply, still looking at the planet.

LaFae sits quietly, glancing at a data panel pulling up the basic information for Occa.

Holliday leans back in his seat, stretching his legs as much as he's able to in the confines of the cockpit. He reaches up to tug gently at his collar: he's getting used to wearing the dress whites by now, but he retains the gesture from earlier days.

Edwards looks toward Ghorev from where he sits and inquires, "So what do you think about all of this?"

A beeper goes off. "They're hailing us," states Vespasian to the Ambassador.

S'Terik approaches the front of the cockpit where Vespasian sits. "Open frequencies, Ensign."

Ghorev says to Edward, "I think any day we add a new planet to the Federation is a day for celebration. If we have to *have* a celebration to cause that, I'm not opposed to the idea."

Taro runs his thumb and index finger down the ridges of his nose a couple times as he stares out the window in silence. Watching on as the runabout approaches the planet, silently contemplating the unknowns of the universe.

The screen beside S'Terik comes on. Replacing the Federation Logo is the image of a human with a massively receding hairline. The hair that he does have is grey, and is slicked back. "Ambassador S'Terik. I am Minister Vhypist."

Edwards remarks, "I guess you got a good point there." He looks toward S'Terik and the transmission as he adds, "Quite an interesting set of choices to represent the station."

Leah stands none too far away from Evans, occassional giving him a grin. For the most part though, her sometimes hyper-perky attitude is sobered for this upcoming event.

S'Terik bows his head to the screen. "Greetings, Minister Vhypist. We have arrived to Occa Prime." Leave it to a Vulcan to state the obvious.

Minister Vhypist nods to the Ambassador. "We welcome you and your esteemed dignitaries to the city of New Florida, Ambassador. Your approach is logged, we are sending an escort for your landing." The screen winks off to be replaced with the Federation logo again.

From where he sits, out of the direct shot of the viewer, Holliday chuckles. "We represent Federation diversity, Lt." He says quietly. "Either that, or we were just the ones logistically available."

Evans crosses his arms and leans against a bulkhead. Glancing about the room.

S'Terik taps a key near the screen to turn it off and turns to face the pilot. "They are providing us with an escort."

Vespasian turns slightly to regard the Ambassador. "Why are the opting for Federation membership now with this new administration, Ambassador? From what I've read many on Occa fiercely supported independence."

Edwards ahhhs, "Guess I'd bet on logistics." He settles back in his chair and waits for the landing to occur.

S'Terik looks directly at Vespasian now, "The Bucho administration has made it known that it wishes to 'move into the 24th century.' Clearly, this shows that the populus has change its opinion since the Federation last attempted diplomatic contact with them, and said changes show in the new administration."

Vespasian nods as he picks up the escort. "I see, sir," he says. "We're on final approach, Ambassador. Landing in five minutes."

Holliday chuckles. "I'm much clearer on the situation now... Care to hypothesize on what motivated the population to change their opinion, Ambassador?"

Gellan pulls her gaze from the viewport as the escort arrives, and unconciously tugs at her jacket. The ongoing conversation piques her interest, and she murmers quietly, "Are we quite sure that the populace is in agreement with the administration?"

Ghorev offers, "Perhaps they fear being independent while war is raging?"

Without turning around from his position near the front of the cockpit, S'Terik answers Holliday with, "Isolationist societies stagnate economically, Doctor. Perhaps that is one reason behind why Occa Prime wishes to join the Federation, for trade."

The runabout follows the sleek Occan craft across the surface of the planet after a brief burn-in. "Maybe they're worried about the Romulans," Vespasian offers.

Evans follows the others and doesnt make any comments. But he does seem to listening intently.

Edwards comments, "Maybe it's all an elaborate ploy to... do something bad." He shrugs.

S'Terik raises an eyebrow at Vespasian, "The Romulans will not conquer the planet, Ensign. The Federation will view such an action poorly, and the alliance with the Romulans makes it plausible that the Federation can deter such an idea from the Romulans. The Occans know this."

Holliday chuckles again, smiling. "Still, that about covers all the angles, doesn't it? Everything that occured to me, and a few things that didn't, anyway." He looks towards the forward viewer, "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

In a few minutes, the runabout touches down in a large, open plaza that at first seems entirely devoid of activity. A high stone wall circles the plaza, which has archways leading out and onto the streets. From under one archway comes the figure of Minister Vhypist with two security guards. All three are dressed in a dark grey with black shiny boots. He walks up to the runabout as the crew departs it, and nods to them. "I am Minister Vhypist, Minister of the Occan Security Force. While on Occa, we require that you turn over all weapons in accordance with Occan law."

S'Terik steps off the runabout and takes in the surroundings as Vhypist approaches and speaks to the Federation crew. The Vulcan bows his head again, "Of course, Minister. Allow me to express the honor that your planet Occa gives by wishing to join the United Federation of Planets."

Edwards frowns faintly and inquires, "Turn over?" Being the kind of guy he is, he naturally doesn't look forward to handing over any weaponry.

Evans approaches Edwards.

Taro stands up as the ship settles down onto the area designated for landing, moving towards the hatch somewhere in the middle of the rest of the group, frowning at the Minister's sudden announcement, and moving his right hand near the weapon, almost protectively, furrowing his brow, he remains silent for the time being.

Vhypist nods to Edwards. "Indeed, ah, Lieutenant, isn't it? Occan law prohibits the carrying of any personal sidearm or melee weapon."

Ghorev murmurs something about simply locking it all down tight in the Runabout, but given that he's an Andorian, and used to much lower standards of audibility than the rest of folks, it's probably so low that only the one or two closest folks can hear.

Leah moves to stand behind Edwards. She chose not to wear a weapon, evidentally considering her hand-to-hand fighting talents to be enough for this venture.

Evans pulls out his phaser and hands it over to Vhypist.

Edwards peers toward the science officer briefly, then comments, "We'll just put our arms back aboard our ship, if that's all right, Minister." Apparently he's on the same wavelength as Ghorev.

Ghorev pulls his own phaser, and starts to set the safety interlock to his own biometrics, in case the idea to store aboard the runabout is given the thumbs-down.

Holliday, as usual, isn't carrying a sidearm. He's risen from his seat though, and stepped forward to meet the Occan emissaries.

Vhypist considers it for a moment, then shakes his head. "I'm afraid I cannot allow that, Lieutenant. Please, they will be returned to you before you leave. President Bucho is awaiting us in the palace." He gestures back toward the archway. Over the wall of the plaza are the towering spires of the presidential palace.

LaFae blinks, as if only just realizing he actually had a phaser on his hip before pulling it from his belt.

Evans mutters to Leah, "... meant... could have done it long...".

Ghorev surrenders his phaser and chaka, then, retaining his PADD and Tricorder, since no mention was made of those.

Edwards heaves a sigh, but certainly isn't going to cause a diplomatic incident over a bunch of hand phasers. He pulls his, makes sure it's off and the safeties are on, then hands it over. While he does so, he gestures for everyone to do likewise.

S'Terik moves his head toward Edwards' position, not quite looking directly at the security chief. "This is a mission of peace, Lieutenant."

Gellan glances to Edwards, removing her phaser as well. Unlike the others, she appears rather pleased to be rid of it.

Edwards remarks, in response to S'terik's comment, "What can I say? I'm just a overgrown Boy Scout. Always be prepared."

Vhypist smiles. His dark eyes seem pleased that everything is going smoothly. "Thank you, gentlemen. I understand your position. You are the one they call Michael Edwards, yes?" he asks.

Holliday quirks an eyebrow at these developments- He doesn't say anything however.

Edwards looks back to Vhypist quickly when his name is mentioned. Naturally, he can't help but feel the swell of pride. It's good to be know. "That would be me, yes."

Taro still apparently not pleased with the idea, the Bajoran sighs and taps his phaser as he draws it out of its holster, handing it over to one of the guards.

Vhypist nods to Edwards. "Excellent. I look forward to talking business, as we're both in the same field. I'm sure the Federation has some new ideas for us in terms of security. Right this way, gentlemen. Ambassador, if you would please follow me." He turns and starts to head toward the palace entrance.

S'Terik, with his hands slid into the folds of his sleeves over his abdomen, follows Vhypist.

The Presidential Palace on Occa is resplendently posh. This ballroom-turned-conference room is three stories tall, the gilded ceiling lit high above with chandeliers of tinkling crystal. The walls are an an intricate carved and painted bas relief depicting scenes from Occan history. The floor is of the finest silver-veined marble, checkerboard in black and white. Covering the center of the room is a large velvety rug of a Burgundy coloring, and on it is a large black conference table surrounded by black, comfortable swivel chairs. Off to the side , a feast is laid out on another table with a variety of elaborate foods, in the center of which is an ice sculpture of the UFP logo. The room echoes in its magnitude at the slightest sound.

. o O Vhypist's suspicious. Of everything it'd seem. His demeanor is gracious and welcoming, but there's some small part of him that feels revulsion at the sight of the Federation dignitaries. Except Edwards.

LaFae has arrived.

S'Terik looks around, not too impressed with the show of elegance in the palace, but then not too many Vulcans would be either.

As the Starfleet officers and Vulcan ambassador move into the palace, it can be seen that it is filled with extraordinary wealth and splendor. Valets are scattered throughout, making sure that every comfort is taken care of. As the dignitaries pass into the crowded hall, they see the feast and conference table spread out before them. Vhypist walks up toward one man, recognizable as the new president of Occa, Bucho. He whispers something to him quietly, then turns to the officers. "I present to you, President Bucho." He bows slightly at the waist and stands aside.

Gellan follows somewhere between the Ambassador and the security entourage. Her expression is somewhat masked as her attention is drawn to the surroundings. Dark eyes glance about from the faces of the crew to the Abassador and finally rest on Vhypist as she falls into step with the others.

Ghorev winces slightly at the unexpected acoustics, and takes a second or two longer to get used to the echoes of the footfalls and the social chatter and the rest of the hustle and bustle.

LaFae spares a brief glance around before settling down, watching the president and staff quietly.

Bucho spreads his arms out and smiles grandly, "Gentlemen, and ladies." He gently reaches out for the hands of Gellan and Leah for a light peck.

Evans stands to the back watching the scene play out.

Edwards watches Bucho get introduced, then watches him go after the ladies. Ah, it's his kind of President. "Mr. President. It's an honor to be here." he comments.

Holliday smiles faintly, looking over the presentation with a mixture of appreciation and assessment. He remains quiet, tagging along with the rest of the group, although maybe he maintains his silence with a effort.

Taro remains totally silent, watching things unfold before him. Remaining inconspicuous near the center of the crowd of Starfleet officers, his hands folded behind his back.

Bucho steps back after the courtesy kiss and smiles at Edwards. "The honor is all mine. You must be Michael Edwards, the one Vhypist has been talking about so much lately?"

Leah smiles broadly at the President, indulging him by extending her hand. "Greetings, Mr. President."

S'Terik stands quietly, stoic.

Edwards decides that he's going to love this place. "It would appear so, sir." he remarks, with a smile. Poor Gellan is probably assaulted by his feelings of manly pride.

Bucho says, "Welcome, welcome." He looks over at the Vulcan. "Ah! And this must be the revered Ambassador S'Terik of the United Federation of Planets." He raises his right hand in a Vulcan salut, "I welcome you to my humble palace, good Ambassador."

<CONTEST> Leah contests her Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

S'Terik bows his head to the Occan. "President Bucho. Greetings on behalf of the United Federation of Planet."

GAME: Taro spends a courage point.

Edwards asides to his fellow senior officers, Ghorev and Holliday, while S'Terik handles Bucho, "I think I'm going to like it here."

Gellan extends a hand to the President as well, accompanied by a warm smile. As she steps back to glance at Leah, she suddenly flashes the other a wide grin, quickly subdued before she turns back to the rest of group. She clasps her hands behind her back then and looks on, occassionally glanceing over towards Edwards with a lift of a dusty brow.

Bucho smiles again, "Thank you, thank you. Please, make yourselves comfortable before we begin. Would anyone care for anything to eat? Drink?" He claps his hands twice and a row of waiters carrying silver plates walk out.

<CONTEST> Taro (claiming advantage) contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Holliday chuckles, (a little darkly?) and nods. "Funny, doesn't seem like your kind of place at all, Lt."

Evans takes a drink from a passing tray. He sips at it. Then holds it looking about the room.

Taro arches an eyebrow, glancing around rather suddenly, the Bajoran grunts and says aloud, "What was that?" The Bajoran peers around at those around him, seeing if anyone else says anything.

A dozen Occans dressed in what appears to be butler uniforms line up near the Starfleet officers and Ambassador S'Terik. On some of the plates they carry are small delicacies, and on others glasses of amber-colored wine.

S'Terik raises an eyebrow at Taro before looking in the direction that the Bajoran seems to be looking in.

Edwards opts to appropriate a glass as he gives Taro a sideways glance, "Eh?" He takes a tentative sip of the liquid while he waits for the Ensign to elaborate.

Holliday accepts a glass off one of the butler's trays, and turns about, admiring the room and the displays as his attention turns to Taro along with the others.

Ghorev looks around at the Ensign's comments. "Hm?" And, standing near Edwards and mimicking his gesture, reaches for some wine.

Vhypist steps over to Edwards, now that the president has finished introducing himself to the others. "Lieutenant Edwards. The politics do not become us of the Security field. I would like to invite you and the rest of your security team to visit one of our security facilities. I have much to show you, sir. Perhaps when you are finished with your drink, we could take my transport to see Prime Security."

Bucho glances briefly at what Taro was looking at. "What is what, good sir?"

LaFae blinks, breifly looking towards Taro.

Leah accepts a glass from one of the butler's as well, though she doesn't partake in it quite yet. She glances over towards Vhypist when he speaks to Edwards.

Evans approaches Leah, glass in hand. "Have you had a sip cadet?"

Taro frowns, and looks around, glancing between the President, Ambassador, and the station's security chief, "I could have sworn I just felt the ground shake... it was faint... but it felt like an explosion..." the Bajoran peers around, "Didn't anyone else feel it?"

Gellan reaches for a drink from one of the passing waiters. She choses what appears to be water, then takes a step back and starts to take a sip. Her attention drawn to Taro, she turns that way and then sidles over near Holliday. "Interesting place, isnt it Doctor?" she murmers softly, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

Vhypist glances to one of his security guards, who turns and walks out of the room without a word. The security minister smiles again to Edwards and awaits his reply.

Edwards begins to respond to Vhypist's offer when Taro elaborates on what he felt. He arches an eyebrow at the minister and responds to the Ensign, "I didn't feel anything..."

Ghorev peers at the wine for a moment, after taking the glass, before drinking, simply appreciating its color for a moment or two. "Curious. Is this a local grape, or imported?" Hey, *someone's* gotta make small talk, after all.

Leah turns her head, flashing a grin at Evans. "No, sir. Security and alchohol don't mix."

LaFae looks back from Taro, quietly retrieving a glass which he merely rests in his hand before him.

Evans looks over to where Edwards. "Are you planning on joining the Lts. visit to the security faculties?"

Bucho considers for a second, then shakes his head. "I did not feel anything." His eyebrows shoot up, "Oh! I almost forgot." He claps his hands twice, "Let's have some music, shall we?" A moment later, a group of musicians come into the room and sit down at where the classical instruments are placed.

Vespasian stands at the edge of the festivities, watching his senior officer and the Ambassador carefully.

Leah glances over her shoulder towards the entering musicians, then looks back to Evan. "If he orders me to... but I'd rather stay here."

Edwards decides to shrug the deal off. It's not his problem. "Sounds like fun, Minister." he comments, with a smile. "I'm interested in seeing how you operate."

S'Terik is quiet, taking in every detail, whether good or bad.

Evans nods. "Im glad to here that." He peers at Edwards for a second then shakes his head.

Vhypist nods. "Very well. I look forward to it. Ah, the musicians." He smiles and stands aside, so that Edwards can watch.

Holliday hesitates a moment before answering Gellan. He cocks his head, regarding the exchange between Taro and Edwards as if trying to recall some point of reference. He shakes his head, nods and smiles to Gellan. "Interesting... Yes, quite. So what do you think of the reception so far?" He adds the last in a more subdued, if not un-conversational tone.

Taro frowns, and shakes his head, "I wasn't imagining it..." the Bajoran trails off... glancing down at the floor a moment, the towards the door behind him.

A young girl, looking to be around ten years of age and wearing an expensive dress approaches Bucho.

Edwards takes a swig of his drink and glances toward Taro a moment, "Relax, Ensign. And try to enjoy yourself." With that said, he looks toward the musicians curiously.

The musicians begin with an old piece by Bach.

Evans mutters to Leah, "I rather... large... to... If...".

Bucho looks down at the child and smiles, "Yes, dear. Now run along and go play with your friends. Your father has work to do." He pats her lightly on the cheek.

Taro looks over his shoulder a moment, and then turns his shoulders a little, then his hips, and gradually the rest of his body, until his back is to the Ambassador and the rest of the group, apparently gazing between the ornately decorated walls and ceiling for several moments.

The president's daughter leaves with practiced footsteps and Bucho returns his attention to his guests. "Please, enjoy yourselves. I can assure you that there will be much more like this when Occa joins the Federation."

Gellan nods to Holliday, her expression a bit..pre-occupied. "I find it a bit..unusual," she answers him softly. Her gaze is drawn to Taro for a moment, a dusty brow rising curiously. She smiles when the musicians begin to play. "At least they have good taste in music," she murmers again to Holliday.

Leah mutters to Evans, "Not a drop has touched my lips, sir.".

Edwards finishes his wine off and places the empty glass on a nearby tray while he looks off toward where Ghorev is wandering away.

S'Terik turns down an offered drink from one of the waiters.

Evans nods then turns. "I'll see you later." He approaches the president. "Hello sir."

Taro places his right hand at his side and gradually draws it up, raising it to about his chest level, his left hand following suit a few seconds later, his arms move a little, but since his back is to the rest of the group, what he's doing with his hands is a little difficult to see. Shrugging his shoulders lightly after a second, the Bajoran lowers his arms once more.

Vhypist regards Leah for a moment. The guard that he dismissed a moment ago walks up and whispers something in his ear. He nods to the security officer and turns to Edwards. "Shall we, Lieutenant Edwards? If we wait for everything to quiet down here we'll be here for several days," he says with a smile.

Holliday nods to Gellan. "My taste tends more towards jazz, but I've got to agree with you, Counselor. But what was it that you found ..unusual, did you say?" He replies, in the same inobtrusive tone as before. He glances around the room again.

Bucho smiles at Evans, "Are you finding everything to be satisfactory?"

Edwards nods in response to Vhypist and flashes the man a smile, "All right." He glances about at the gathered officers and calls, "Taro, Vespasian, Leah." Of course, he pronounces it Lay-uh.

"Leah, sir." Leah corrects gently as she moves to join Edwards. She hands off her untouched drink to one of the butlers.

Vespasian walks over to Edwards and asks quietly, "Perhaps I should stay and watch over the Ambassador, sir?"

Gellan turns a bit, settling a dark gaze on the security team and Vhypist. As the group appears to be gathering to leave, she leans in closer to Holliday to whisper something, a smile lingering in her expression.

Evans nods. "Yes. I was just wondering about your recent decision to join the federation. Havent you had problems with disinterested parties? "

Gellan mutters to Holliday, "I don't like this. Something doesn't feel right.".

Bucho places a hand on Evans' shoulder and squeezes slightly, "I would not have become president of Occa if the population of this world did not agree with me, my friend."

Edwards considers Vespasian's suggestion and nods, "I suppose so, Ensign. Although I'm sure that'll be a tedious job. So relax."

The Bajoran seems to fumble with something suddenly as he hears his name, but sings around with his hand just over his tricorder in its holster, glancing towards Edwards, "Sir..." the Bajoran pauses a moment and then steps towards the Lieutenant, and speaks a little quieter, "Sir, permission to stay behind?"

Vespasian nods and smiles. "Yes, sir," he says. He turns and maneuvers to get a better view of the Ambassador.

Entering the hall from one end is a tall, willowy man, around the same age as the president, with a gracefully balding pate and steely blue eyes. One of the servants nods to him in greeting, and says, "Greetings, Vice President Luthan." The balding man nods, smiling politely to the servant, and makes his way over to the guests. "I greatly apologize for being late, ladies and gentlemen. I hope President Bucho has been entertaining?" He gives a quirky smile.

Evans grins. "Of course sir. But the entire population? You mean there have been no protests?..." He looks over to the new arrival.

Edwards comments to Taro, "Vespasian'll do fine by himself. Permission denied." He adds, with a smile, "Besides, it'll be fun."

Ghorev does likewise, and since he is now growing accustomed to the music and the echoes and his antennae in combination, he steps forward to say to the new arrival, "Your President is wining and dining us most admirably, Mr. Vice President, we assure you."

Taro frowns slightly, but doesn't say anything else as he falls in behind the rest of the security officers, and the Occans.

Bucho says, "Ah, my vice president has arrived. You must meet him, friend." He walks toward Luthan, giving the other Occan a quick but serious frown for his tardiness, then smiles again.

Vhypist takes Edwards, Leah and Taro, along with two security officers, into a limousine-like 'turbocar'. It shaped like a long, squashed bullet, and is shiny-black like the terminals the Federation uses. One of the guards opens the door for the security team and Vhypist. "Thank you, Trossel," the Minister states as he climbs in.

Leah follows just after Edwards, keeping her eyes open.

Taro follows behind the other two station security officers, trailing behind a few feet perhaps, but not too far as to get lost.

You say "I'd like you to inspect our security measures and rate them. I think we've got a pretty good system, but I'm always looking for new perspectives. Tell me about your phasers. We don't have that technology on Occa. I understand that they can actually stun people into submission."

Edwards climbs in behind Vhypist and looks about the interior curiously. "I was under the impression that Occa was pretty much up to the Federation's level technologically?" he comments, after Vhypist speaks. "But yes, phasers can be non-lethal."

Leah climbs into the car as well, sliding into a seat a bit further down from Vhypist and Edwards. She takes a long careful look of the interior.

Taro steps in last... atleast out of the Starfleet personnel. Sliding into an empty spot in the car. Still remaining utterly silent.

Vhypist comments, "When our ancestors settled here, we outlawed the technology and all of it was destroyed. So in that regard, we fall short of the Federation's technological might." He regards Taro for a moment. "Is everything okay, Ensign? You don't appear very comfortable."

Taro shrugs slightly, "I'm still a little curious about the vibrations I felt earlier... perhaps no one noticed them because I've had experience having to detect them without technology... or perhaps I did just imagine it..." the Bajoran shrugs.

Edwards gives Taro a slightly testy glance, "You're not always this paranoid about vibrations, are you, Ensign?" He reigns in his annoyance. "Just relax already."

Leah spares a glance to Taro, offering a brief reassuring smile.

The driver, the one Vhypist called Trossel, slides behind the wheel. He cranks it up and a the vehicle gently purrs as it slides out of the garage and onto the street. It's deserted in both directions of both pedestrians and vehicles. "It's nothing to worry about. There are some mines just to the north of New Florida. Perhaps they are blasting today. You can often feel it this far into the city," says Vhypist. "Trossel, let's use the east gate. It's green, yes?" Trossel nods his ascension and turns the wheel down a side street. Which is also empty.

Edwards questions, "Green?" Might as well be nosy, in lieu of having anything to chitchat about.

Leah catches sight of something out of the corner of her vision and glances out the nearby window. She perks an eyebrow slightly and turns to Vhypist, "Sir, could I ask you something?"

Taro frowns and looks at Edwards, "Perhaps growing up on an occupied planet where you had to fend for your life daily has forced me to be paranoid," the Bajoran shrugs, glancing towards the driver, "That would explain it, yes... but it would have saved me some worry had someone said that when I did mention this, no one found it nessecary to mention it then, however." The Bajoran shrugs, and looks back.

Vhypist nods to Edwards and looks to Leah. "Of course."

"I noticed what I thought were clouds, just to the south of us... but it looks to be a bit more like smoke. Do you have any industries in the area that might account for that?" Leah asks, glancing once more out the window at the white smoke.

Edwards acknowledges Taro's words with a nod, but refrains from saying anything further. He just listens to the interplay between Leah and Vhypist.

Vhypist dismisses it with a shrug. "I'm not sure, Leah, was it? But you can be certain Occan security is already on it." The vehicle pulls up to a wall with a checkpoint. A gate is wheeled back and the car pulls out quickly. The streets here, too, are deserted as the car slides effortlessly through the midday sun.

Taro arhces an eyebrow slowly as he watches the streets outside,

Taro arhces an eyebrow slowly as he watches the streets outside, "Streets are rather quiet for midday aren't they? Especially around an area such as the political headquarters..."

GAME: Leah spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Leah contests her Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

<CONTEST> Edwards (claiming advantage) contests his Intellect skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Taro (claiming advantage) contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Edwards peers out the window at the street and frowns faintly. "Things do seem to be pretty quiet." he comments idly. "Where's everyone at?"

Leah looks out at the streets as well after Edwards and Taro comment, "Weird."

Taro glances at one of the shops... and then one of the other buildings, "Curious... you seem to be having a mass exodus of commercial property... not to mention the residential properties..."

Vhypist chuckles to Edwards and Taro. "You are indeed perceptive. Your chosen line of work, I'm sure. Most of this region has been cleared out, and evacuated in anticipation of your arrival. There are those out there who would choose to destroy our state, and our democratic process as well. Terrorists who would seek to undermine our rightful authority."

Leah takes a breath, steeling herself, then asks Vhypist, "What kind of terrorists could be out there, sir? I mean, you yourself said that your weapon technology is, ah, less mighty than our own..... surely they couldn't have anything formidible to use against your forces."

Vhypist frowns and looks to Leah. "Explosives. They steal them from the mines."

Edwards remarks, "Don't need a whole lot of technology to build effective bombs, Cadet." He pauses. "You must be pretty worried about terrorists if you had to evacuate a chunk of your capital..."

Vhypist looks to Edwards and nods. "We take your safety of the utmost importance, Lieutenant."

Taro frowns slightly, "These terrorists, then, don't approve of Occa's new government's interest in the Federation?"

Leah declines to say anything more and turns away, looking properly chastened. She pouts slightly as she looks out the window.

Vhypist scratches his balding head for a moment and looks to Taro. "I don't suppose they do, no. They're anarchists after all."

Taro nods slowly at the comment, "But these anarchists make up enough of the population to make some of the more vocal ones a threat? That would require a rather large portion of the population to be anarchist would it not? Forgive me, of course, if I am incorrect, I do not claim to know the inner-workings of Occa's political situations."

Vhypist shakes his head. "They are in a very small minority. But they are well prepared. That's what I'm hoping you and your men can help us with, Mr. Edwards."

Edwards arches an eyebrow at that, "What do you mean, Minister?"

You say "Well.. Suggestions. On how to deal with things like this."

Leah speaks up again, "Sir. What kind of detectors do you have for finding these explosives?"

Edwards responds slowly, "Well, I guess it would be all right to offer some... suggestions. But you do realize that Federation law prohibits us from interfering in any internal Occan matters."

The turbocar brakes suddenly, causing everyone to jolt forward as it comes to an almost-dead stop. A huge crowd of people crosses the street, running at full speed. Some of them are wearing black masks of cloth tied around their faces. The crowd branches like water, part of it going up the street, part of it going down the street, and even more running straight across. The car came close to plowing one of them down but managed to stop in time. You can't hear much of what is going on outside, but you can see it: Security officers in grey jumpsuits and gas masks and black boots are beating anyone they can get near with batons. A cannister hits the hood of the car and starts to spray a white gas. "Uh," says Vhypist.

"What the hell?" Leah almost loses her seat, though she manages to hang on. "Orders, sir?" She looks to Edwards.

Vhypist looks to Tossel. "Get us out of here! I thought you said the east was green!" Tossel, the driver, slams it into reverse. "It was, sir!" He looks back over his shoulder but can't move the car as several people are hiding behind it.

Edwards remarks calmly, "It isn't looking so green anymore." He peers out at the security officers losing it on what he assumes are 'terrorists'. "Just stay calm, Cadet. There's not a whole lot we can do." Without skipping a beat, he adds, "Your officers are awfully... enthusiastic, Minister."

Vhypist shouts, his face turning red. "Get us out!" Tossel looks frantic suddenly. "The people..." he says as he gestures behind the car. Vhypist doesn't look overly concerned about them as he says, "Run them over then, damnit! Get us out!"

One of the officers outside the car catches a young woman with no mask. She puts up her hands partially to defend herself and partially to show that they are empty. The bone snaps in her arm as the bludgeoning blow comes down onto her.

Leah grits her teeth at the scene unfolding outside the car, "Sir?" Her grip on the seat tightens, knuckles whitening.

Edwards reacts to the scene outside and whips his head around when Vhypist gives his order, "You can't be serious. Retract that order and call off your men!"

Tossel looks between Edwards and Vhypist. "Do it," growls Vhypist. Tossel nods and floors it in reverse. The car suddenly bounces as it receives the resistance of it going over something behind it.

Leah 's voice takes on a tone of urgency, "Let me out of this car!" She moves for the door. "I'll be no part of this."

Vhypist shakes his head adamantly, his anger still seething. "No, the crowd will tear you apart. Tossel, get us back to the Red Zone. This has gone very.. badly."

Edwards says quickly to Leah, "Sit back." His attention shifts to Vhypist, who he gives the look of death too, "I said retract that order, or so help me... I will personally haul you out of this vehicle and into that crowd."

Leah sits back down, closing her eyes briefly to calm herself. "Those people..." She says softly, voice husky.

The car is pulling out, and the bodies of two of the protesters appear from below the hood, speeding off in reverse. "Don't presume to give me orders, Edwards. You're on my planet now."

Leah catches her breath and glares at Vhypist, "Sir, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm making sure that this gets mentioned in a report when we get back to the station..."

Edwards finishes for Leah, "You won't be getting into the Federation, that's for sure." Since that's about all he can do for now, unless he wants to follow through with his threat and commit murder, he clenches his jaw and stews in his anger.

Vhypist screams at Leah, "These people are animals! If you only saw the destruction they have caused! We are the rightfully, democratically elected governing body of this planet, and they are undermining us!"

Leah appears unphased by the screaming, "Does that give you the right to sink to their level? To be butchers?"

Edwards unclenches his jaw, "Federation citizens don't beat other Federation citizens to death." He shakes his head in disgust, "I can't wait to get out of here."

Vhypist sneers. "Maybe your Federation is perfect, but things aren't quite as ideal here on Occa. Don't you see why we need your help?"

"You need someone to teach you non-violent police methods, sir." Leah remarks testily then looks out the window.

Edwards shoots back, "The only help you need involves a lot of long hours with a therapist if you find those methods acceptable."

"Oh, it's easy to be sanctimonious from where you're sitting, I'm sure," says the Minister. The car heads quickly for the gate, but there are people starting to file in to protest this gate. Some carry signs. Water cannons recessed into the walls of the city start to hose down those protesters as they try to clear the gate for the vehicle. "Can you make it, Tossel?" asks Vhypist.

"It's not difficult to have mercy. Try it some time, sir." Leah says tersely.

Tossel says, "I think so, sir." Guards appear at the top of the walled-off 'red zone' with guns as the man speaks. One starts to fire tear gas. More protesters appear at the sides of the gate, the canons keeping the way clear for the vehicle.

Edwards says simply, "Maybe if you actually followed the people's mandate, this wouldn't be a problem. I have a hard time believing that these crowds are the minority." He glances toward Leah and comments, "I don' think there's any point in arguing about thisfurther." Apparently he's asserted a bit more emotional control.

The car pulls up to the gate and some protesters start jumping on it, screaming about whatever it is they are fighting for. Faces and hands press against the glass as Vhypist leans away from it. "Damned savages," he says as he looks at them. The car pulls in and men step from the inside. They close the mob out of this part of the city. Once again, everything is calm.

Vhypist shakes his head and sighs. "I should have never tried to take you out of the compound. This has gone very badly. President Bucho will not be pleased."

Edwards remarks, "Neither will Ambassador S'Terik, or the Federation Council." He moves to depart the vehicle immediately.

In a few moments, the car is parked at the garage again. Vhypist is silent for the rest of the drive.

Leah bites her lower lip, glancing towards Vhypist. "Don't you feel bad..... I mean.. at all, sir, about the bloodshed?" She makes to follow after Edwards.

Edwards does that after the car stops, of course.

Vhypist gets out without waiting for Tossel. "Check the car for damages, Tossel. This way to the ball room." He flatly ignores Leah's question.

Leah follows, face neutral.

Edwards moves to head into the ballroom.

Talnon nods, "Yes, President Bucho was elected by majority vote. The Occan people wanted him."

Vhypist walks straight up to Ubu, about a dozen feet in front of Edwards and Leah. "Where is Bucho? I must speak with him immediately."

Gellan turns back to Ubu with a look of surprise, blushing slightly. She takes his extended hand in hers with a wide smile and laughs softly. "Actually, it is Counsellor. Counsellor Gellan," she replies lightly.

Leah returns with Edwards and Vhypist, a distinctly sour look on her face.

Three major government officials are here: Talnon, Luthan, and Ubu. Bucho and S'Terik have left to discuss the Occa application to join the Federation.

Ghorev, now that Holliday's official seal of medical approval is given, downs another couple of the crackers with salty fish, washing it down with some water.

V.P. Luthan is standing by the banquet table with Ghorev and Evans. He looks over as the group returns.

Edwards strolls toward Ghorev and Holliday swiftly and demands, "Where's S'Terik?" There's obviously something bothering him, but he keeps a lid on it... mostly.

Evans looks visibly relived to see everyone coming back intact. His calm face breaking somewhat.

Ghorev looks up from his food and drink, a bead or two of sweat on his brow. "He headed off that way with the President to discuss Federation membership requirements. Why?"

Talnon looks at the new arrivals.

Leah keeps an unwavering eye on Vhypist's back, an emotion most have never seen before flickering in her eyes. Her expression is almost one of contempt.

Ubu laughs. "Ahh, a plaseure to meet you Concellot Gellan.." He then stopps and turns to Vyhpist, rolling his eyes. "The good president is probably off with one of the guests.. droning on and on and on and.. oh I don't know where he is.. I just got her myself and you interupted the wonderful conversation I was having with this lovely lady.. Go Ask Talnon or Luthan.. they are better at keeping tabs on Bucho than I ever was.. " and with that he tirns back to Gellan, winking.. "Now where were we, ma'am?"

Holliday nods, smiling to Talnon. "Thank you.." He searches for the appropriate title, perhaps somewhat confused by Ubu's joke(?), and settles on, "Madame." He looks up at the returning security officers, and smiles again. "Ah, Lt. Edwards. I was just getting ready to contact you. We were getting worried about you missing all the fun." His tone and manner are light and jovial. He nods to Ghorev and Edwards both, "I believe you'll find him beyond that door, Lt. Do you have something that requires his attention?"

Gellan looks up from the grinning Ubu, to take note of the security team and Vhypist's arrival. Her smile fades quickly as she looks at the group. She glances to Ubo appologetically, pulling her hand free. "Please excuse me," she says quietly and starts to step away towards Edwards and Leah.

Evans nods to Talnon. "Sorry. If you will excuse me." He turns and heads towards Leah as well.

. o O Vhypist is angry, but feels responsible for some great guilt.

Edwards keeps his voice low, since he doesn't need to make a scene, and responds to the other officers, "Because I've just come back from watching the friendly neighborhood police cave in a few skulls. There are riots going on out there." He points in the direction of the exit while he speaks, just ion case nobody was aware of where 'out there' might be.

Evans mutters to Leah, "What happened?".

Vhypist frowns at Ubu and makes his way to Luthan. "Mister Vice President, I am sorry to bother you. It is of the utmost importance that I speak with President Buch immediately."

Talnon watches the group of Starfleet officers, then looks over at Vhypist.

Ghorev stiffens a bit and places down his place of food after Edwards' comment. "Oh."

Luthan arches an eyebrow at the mention of rioting, and nervously glances towards Vhypist.

Leah calms herself a bit and looks to Evans. "These people are butchers...." She says the word with disgust.

Ghorev adds something more quietly.

Vhypist nods to Luthan. "The east gate went from green to red. They witnessed.. A lot.. Really," he says softly.

Talnon approaches Edwards, Leah, and the others. "Is there a problem?"

Ghorev mutters to Edwards, "Do you suspect this is ... deliberate concealment?".

Holliday nods firmly, in a manner of a man who's just had his suspicions confirmed. "Ok. I think we've gathered enough information regarding Occa to make a preliminary report regarding their application." He says with a touch of irony, his voice remaining low to match Edwards'. "I think it's time we were leaving."

Ubu looks over at the security detail follwing Vyhpist and sighs. SHaking his head he makes his way to the bar.. "I need a drink." he mumbles, "No fun..."

Evans smiles at Talnon. "Sorry Mrs. Some people have had a bit much. I think it is time we retire. It was a long trip."

"Oh, dear," Luthan says, frowning slightly. "Can we salvage this, somehow?" He glances from Vhypist to the Starfleet officers.

"We have guest quarters available here at the palace if you wish to rest," Talnon offers.

Vhypist frowns and shakes his head. "I'm not sure. The President has to be informed at once."

Edwards nods curtly in response to Ghorev's question. He glances around at the various Occans, then looks to Evans, "Ensign, get the Ambassador."

Gellan frowns after hearing Edwards, pausing where she stands and glancing between Edwards, Leah and Vhypist. Finally she looks to Luthan after Vhypist mentions the gate. "It would have helped if you people had not glossed over the truth," she says quietly, then glances to Talnon. "I do not think that would be appropriate ma'am, under the circumstances. We should notify the Ambassador, at the least."

Ghorev mutters to Edwards, "Does the Ambassador have a communicator?".

Evans looks to Edwards as if to say something. Then turns back to Talnon. "It is best if I were to speak to the Ambassador. It is up to him decide our arrangements."

Ubu turns around, a drink in hand, and walks back into the fold. His laugh-line creased face has fallen slightly as he can guess what is going on and doesn't like it at all. But he remains silent, looking into the dark beverafe swirling around his glass.

Luthan bites his lip, and then looks thoughtful. He mutters to Vhypist, "... procedure... follow...?"

Leah puts a hand out and touches Evans' arm, giving it a brief squeeze. She whispers something to him, then heads for Gellan.

Leah mutters to Evans, "I do not trust the scruples of these people... be careful what you do or say from now on...".

Ubu mutters to Talnon, "I *told* you this would happen.. Damnit I told you and Bucho and the rest.. why didn't you listen to me?".

Talnon takes a deep breath and says, "Okay, I will see if the President and Ambassador S'Terik are available."

Vhypist frowns. "Let the President decide. Quick, get him so we can solve this," he says through clenched teeth.

Edwards shrugs in response to Ghorev's query. While he waits for his order to be fulfilled, he crosses his arms over his chest and stands there.

Evans smiles. "Could I please go with you." It looks back to the others. "Its rather important."

Talnon shoots Ubu a warning glare before walking off.

Evans stops thinking for a second.

Ubu shoots a look at Vypist, gritting his teeth, and tries to avoid Talnon's gaze at the same time.

Luthan nods quickly, and starts beating a hasty retreat towards where the President is.

Gellan watches Leah approach and moves away from the table to meet her. Her expression is one of grim control, her arms crossed in front of her. Drawing even with Leah, she turns to face the hallway where the dignitaries dissapeared through. As she does, she leans in toward Leah to say something to her.

Talnon joins Luthan as the two head down a hall, not having heard Evans' question.

Ghorev mutters to Edwards, "If a problem arises, we must remember that we *are* unarmed. In fact....".

Gellan mutters to Leah, "this is deteriorating quickly. We must withdraw.".

Evans follows after Talnon.

Holliday turns to the Occans, nodding. "Your application for admission is still open to consideration by the federation counsel, although the reports of from this reception, I expect, may be less than favorable to Occa being accepted. At the very least, it would benifit you to inform the Federation of the full situation that has developed here. As you said, Mr. Luthan, it's best to know /all/ one can before acting."

Ubu turns away from the group and walks away, draining his glass of it's dark and sweet scented contents. "Bloody fools," he mutters as he falls out of earshot.

Leah nods in total agreement with Gellan. "I hope the Ambassador and Doctor Holliday will agree." She shakes her head, then pauses, casting a worried glance about. "He wasn't even remorseful... he ordered the driver to run the protesters down... "

Edwards mutters to Ghorev, "I wouldn't be surprised if they took our phasers to try and engineer some of their own.".

After Talnon and Luthan enter the hallway, a guard takes position to block Evans from following them.

Evans stops. Looking at the gaurd for a moment. He turns and heads back Edwards. He moves in close.

Ghorev mutters to Edwards, "I'm going to catch up with that Ubu Roy fellow and see if he can shed some light, or would you rather some backup with those guards over there if things get ... hectic?".

Evans mutters to Edwards, "Sir. Has it occured to you they could be listening to our conversations right now?"".

Edwards motions for Ghorev to go for it, then gives Evans a look. But he doesn't respond. Instead, he resumes waiting for something to happen.

Holliday looks around- The Occan delegation/escort seems to have dispersed around the officers for the moment. "Counsellor, report. Edwards, I suggest you contact the Ambassador, as we may have a situation of our own in development."

Ghorev nods in acknowledgement of Edwards' response, and then moves briskly after Ubu.

Gellan shudders slightly, glancing to Leah with a frown. "And yet he was so eager to show off for you," she murmers quietly. "Cultural misunderstandings aside.." She glances up, noticing the guard blocking Evans' way. She leans in to whisper to Leah again quickly, then nods to Holliday. She leaves Leah's side and moves over to join Holliday, looking rather grim.

Leah gives Gellan another nod, then breaks for Edwards, stopping at his side. "Sir, pending the Ambassador's arrival it might be wise to cut our visit short."

Edwards glances toward Holliday and responds, "I think someone want to retrieve him and the President, but I'll see if he has a comm." He taps his combadge, "Edwards to S'Terik..." Nothing. He frowns and glances at Leah, "I'll keep that in mind."

Vhypist follows along after Talnon, once he takes a minute to survey the officers for a moment. He disappears past the guards.

Ubu is standing at the window, empty glass in hand, just looking outside. He seems very quiet and almost listless.

Ghorev comes up slowly behind Ubu. "Minister, a moment of your time."

The echoes of a multitude of footsteps rebound off the reflective surfaces of the hall and into this room. Soon, President Bucho, Ambassador S'Terik, Ensign Vespasian, and other Occan guards and official appear.

Ubu hears the andorian vying for his attention and sighs. He turns around and it is apparent all his good humor is now gone, drained away by some turmoil. "Yes?"

Ghorev leans in a bit and speaks quietly, away from the main hustle-bustle of Starfleet-Occan interaction.

Ghorev mutters to Ubu, "Clearly you all know what we all know, and we can avoid .... further illusions with each other. Tell me, please, what's going on. My fellow officers and I are clearly at a disadvantage in making decisions.".

Bucho has a frown on his face as he returns, S'Terik's face is emotionless, and Vespasian's shows puzzlement.

Bucho has a frown on his face as he returns, S'Terik's face is emotionless, and Vespasian's shows puzzlement.

Ubu stares at the andorian a second, thinking very carefully... He seems to want to say something.. anything, but the words he wants fails him and he shakes his head.

Dropping her voice to a quiet murmer, Gellan makes a quick attempt to furnish Holliday with some kind of report, her yes watching the door for the Ambassador's return.

Evans looks for the ambassador. Hopefully things will be calmer now.

Edwards notices the new arrivals and makes his way toward the ambassador swiftly. While he approaches, he nods to him and the Ensign.

Ubu mutters to Ghorev, "I am sorry.. I cannot help you my friend.. Believe me, If I had any infornation for you I would freely give it.".

Gellan mutters to Holliday, "Mixed emotions, Doctor. A lot of fear, dissapointment. I don't believe even all of the council members here are happy with each other. I think it may be a possibly explosive situation, Sir.".

Ghorev mutters to Ubu, "You clearly seem to be disenchanted with the way this attempt to control our perceptions has developed. Do you believe my companions and I to be in danger?".

"-but before you make your review, at least let me explain what is happening," Bucho almost pleads with S'Terik.

Holliday leans his head slightly towards Gellan to better hear her words amidst this activity, also watching the return of the Ambassador and Vespasian.

Ubu mutters to Ghorev, "I .. No, I do not think so. No one would dare.".

"I will," S'Terik assures the Occan. "However, allow me ask for the account from the Starfleet officers first." He looks directly at Edwards.

Ghorev mutters to Ubu, "Thank you for assuring me. I will do what I can to assist in this matter. I am assuming that it is more than a misunderstanding, but less than a deliberate attempt at malicious deception, until something otherwise is proven, and I think I can convince most of my comapnions likewise.".

Bucho folds his hands together in front of him, then clasps them behind his back, then crosses his arms, then uncrosses and puts them in his pants pockets, and then finally settles on just letting his arms hang.

Holliday nods grimly as Gellan delivers her assessment. "Enough reason in itself to take a step back." He says quietly. "At the very least, I think we need to convene amongst ourselves regarding these developments."

Vhypist is strangely absent from the room.

Evans approaches Leah.

Edwards cuts to the chase and informs S'Terik, "There isn't any solidarity on this planet, Ambassador. People outside this compound on practically rioting in some kind of protest. The police were beating them. I watched an officer smash the skull of an unarmed woman!" He attempts to restrain his emotions as he goes on, "They claim that there's a minor terrorist movement, but from what I've seen, the minority is the one meeting and greeting us."

Ubu mutters to Ghorev, " Do not thank me. I can only be truthful in that whatever is going on I never approved of it regardless.".

Evans mutters to Leah, "Have you seen Vhypist?".

S'Terik looks over at Bucho. "Is this true, President?"

Leah shakes her head at Evans, taking a long look around the room. "The head of security has gone missing? I've got a bad feeling about this."

Holliday moves to Leah and whispers something to her. The tone is questioning.

Holliday mutters to Leah, "Did you see any evidence of the Occans possesing beam weapon tech? Using phasers or disruptors?".

Leah shakes her head in the negative to whatever Holliday asks her. "No, sir." She frowns, "All I have seen are guns... primitive ones at that."

Gellan nods to Holliday and follows behind him to Leah. Her eyes are in constant movement, assessing the Occans and Starfleet officers as well.

Bucho looks much less calm than before. "Well, no - I mean, I - you see, these people, these terrorists your people saw, they - they look more helpless than they seem. Have you any idea what they've done to other Occans? They destroyed food shipping, causing famine in parts of the world. These terrorists aren't the helpless people your Starfleet officers make them out to be."

Holliday nods. "Ok. Thanks." A moments pause and he adds in attempted formal protocol, "That is all, cadet."

Ubu looks actross the room at Bucho, his brow furrowing accusingly.

S'Terik raises an eyebrow, "Why would they do such a thing, President?"

Ghorev catches Ubu's glance.

Luthan lingers by the hallway exit, frowning worriedly, looking on.

Ghorev mutters to Ubu, "Clearly you disagree with his sentiments.".

Evans moves over toTalnon again. "How are your politicians elected? How many people vote?" He says conversationally.

Ubu mutters to Ghorev, "It does not matter what *I* think.".

"Yes, sir." Leah takes a step back from Doc Holliday, then wanders over to Edwards, asking in a soft voice, "Should I take a jaunt to the runabout... just to make sure everything is okay?"

Bucho raises his voice, "Because they're terrorists!" He closes his eyes and takes a breath. "Sorry. But they're terrorists, that's what they do. They don't agree with my administration, which the Occan people have voted for, so they strike out against it."

Edwards glances at Leah briefly and nods to her. His attention turns back to Bucho and S'Terik, "I watched a man who is supposed to protect the populace beat a woman, and break her bones, when she showed him that she was unarmed. That should speak pretty clearly about this matter."

Talnon looks at Evans. "Please," she says before returning her attention to Bucho and S'Terik.

Evans moves over to Holliday.

Leah gathers herself and heads for one of the exits, pausing to ask a guard the way to the landing strip.

"Look, you're a reasonable man," Bucho says to Edwards. "You must know that unarmed terrorists today will be armed tomorrow."

Evans mutters to Holliday, "Is there any way we can access the planetary database with your tricorder?"".

Ubu grits his teeth.

Holliday says "Right now, I'm not sure that their specific motivations are at issue so much as how widespread the dissent is."

The guard grunts before answering Leah.

Ghorev falls silent at whatever it is Ubu says, and sighs, pulling out his own Tricorder for a moment.

S'Terik watches Bucho and Edwards, his arms folded into the sleeves of his robe.

Gellan frowns slightly and crosses her arms in front of her again. She moves in a bit closer to the group around S'terk and Bucho.

Edwards responds evenly, "I pledged my life to protecting people. Not cracking skulls open because of fear about what /might/ happen tomorrow."

Leah continues on to make her check of the runabout, disappearing for a while.

Holliday nods to Evans. "Probably, but I don't know how long it'd take. Right now I'm favoring leaving, or at least taking time to confrence among us before reconvening the diplomatic discussions."

"Klingons break each other's skulls daily," Luthan comments dryly from his 'safe' vantage point. "Yet I'm sure if they applied for Federation membership, they'd be admitted instantly, because they are far-ranging and powerful."

Bucho continues to implore, but he is starting to lose his calm again. "Look, it's not a matter of might, but a matter of will. Would you rather a terrorist die from police action or a one-year-old baby die of starvation?"

Evans nods.

Edwards spares a look toward Luthan and remarks, "Somehow I can't see a Klingon warrior brutally beating an unarmed woman. Especially one that doesn't want to fight." He turns back to Bucho, "You don't maim unarmed people. Period."

Ubu 's hand convulses and the glass in it shatters. He runts and looks down at his hand, a few shards sticking into his palm and slowly welling up blood.

Evans mutters to Holliday, "I suggest we mention the latter. Societies such as this dont take no kindly."".

Ghorev looks up from his Tricorder. He's standing right next to Ubu after all.

Ghorev mutters to Ubu, "Minister?".

Gellan glances to Bucko and lifts her voice to be heard over the mutterings. "Mr President, just how widespread is the dissention, if I may ask?" She glances to Ubu breifly, but returns her gaze to Bucko and adds, "Is it truly a minority sir?"

Ubu just looks at his hand a moment, then walks away, cradeling it in his other one. "I will be fine." he mutters back as he walks toward a door that will lead him to the lavatories.

Bucho shakes his head. "What about the terrorists? They bomb and attack unarmed civilians all the time!"

Edwards remarks, "I'm beginning to find it ironic that you're comparing your police forces to terrorists, sir. I'm sure the Council will agree with me, too."

Bucho says absently to Gellan, "The Occan people elected me as president."

Leah returns after a few minutes, visibly calmer and more composed. She stops just next to Edwards and nods, making sure to catch his eye. "Combadges aren't working... Runabout is fine. Shall I stay with the ship, sir?" She is getting more and more eager to leave this crummy planet.

Vespasian says to nobody in particular. "They've walled themselves up in their their fortress of solitude. I remember some characters from a work by Poe who did the same. In the end, the Red Death held sway over all."

Evans looks to Bucho. "How much of a percentage Mr. President."

Gellan nods to Bucho. "That is not in dispute, Mr. President. I was inquiring of the present dissident movement in response to joining the Federation."

Ghorev returns to the others now that Ubu has had his departure.

Edwards nods toward Leah silently at her suggestion. Then, when he thinks of it, he questions, "Did the people know that you planned to petition for Federation membership before they elected you, Mr. President?"

Bucho slams his fist against his other hand, "I am not comparing my police to terrorists. I'm saying that they're handling the terrorist problem the best they can."

Leah nods curtly to Edwards, giving him a brief terran-style salute, then heads back the way she came.

Holliday sighs. He's trying to stay above this situation, although the impetus to enter the debate is strong. "Mr. President, Ambassador S'Terik. I fail to see this dialog improving, let alone some sort of accord being reached, if this continues. It's been established that the situation on Occa extends beyond our original briefing. At the least, I believe we need time to withdraw and confer before continuing?"

Ghorev returns to Edwards' side. And says something to him.

Bucho glares at Edwards, his breathing heavy. "That doesn't matter. I am the president-"

S'Terik holds up a hand, "President, if I may."

Ghorev mutters to Edwards, "A thought has occured to me. Clearly they were not expecting this uprising today, and were trying to keep it from us, yes? Are we *entirely* sure that they can hold off the maddened throng today, and that we're not *all* in danger from these protestors, regardless of who is right or wrong?".

Bucho looks back at S'Terik, trying to keep himself in check.

Edwards doesn't let up, "I knew it. You didn't tell them. They don't want to join the Federation, /you do/. And you're forcing them to comply. If there are any terrorists on this planet, they're compromised of you and your staff!" He glowers and listens to Ghorev.

Ghorev mutters to Edwards, "Especially if your supposition is correct that this is a popular uprising against the joining of this planet with the Federation.".

S'Terik keeps his palm raised, "Lieutenant Edwards, please allow me to speak."

Ubu is almost out the door when he hears edwards accusation. He turns and, forgetting his hand, walks back.

Edwards clamps his mouth shut and nods to S'Terik. He gives Ghorev a look when the engineer finishes speaking, then nods to him as well. A brief mumble ensues.

Edwards mutters to Ghorev, "They might burst in here at any moment and put our heads on pikes.".

Evans lets go a deep breath and listens to Edwards rant.

Ghorev nods in response to what Edwards says in reply to him, and then fall silent, senses on alert now, just in case. He peers around, taking full stock of everything as if seeing it again for the first time.

S'Terik says, "Doctor Holliday is correct in that this situation has developed beyond the original intent. I will have to review what has happened here today before I give my official response on the topic. You may provide me with additional information on these terrorists of yours, President, as I will ask the security officers of what they have witnessed."

Vespasian looks to S'Terik. "We should collect our property and make our way back to 419, Ambassador. It may not be safe here."

Gellan gives Edwards a quick glance, her expression pulled into a slight frown. Falling back a step, she returns her attention back to S'terik and Bucho, focusing intently on the two.

Ubu leans over Bucho's shoulder, still favouring his hand.

Ubu mutters to Bucho, "So, is this how you envisioned it *President*?".

S'Terik does not acknowledge Vespasian, but does take note.

Bucho pushes Ubu away, but not hard enough to cause any injuries. "But Ambassador, you must let me-"

Edwards finishes for Bucho, "Try to convince you that his people really want to join the Federation, when they were rather parade his head around town on a pike."

S'Terik holds up his hand again, "I have seen and heard all that I need to for the time being. Thank you for your invitation, President. The Starfleet officers and I will depart now. Send whatever information you wish to me at Station 419."

Ubu resists the compulsion to spit in the man's face, barely, and turns around. He starts picking the shards of glass from his hand.

Ghorev murmurs something about Edwards' fondness for pikes, but it's low and under his breath, so most probably don't catch it.

Holliday observes the developing situation with the rest of the officers, adding nothing more at this time. He casts a glance around the ballroom, perhaps taking stock of the situation.

Vespasian frowns. "This situation is rapidly degrading," he says to himself.

Bucho is quietly seething. Then his shoulders drop and he lowers his head. "Promise you will read over what I will send you, Ambassador?"

"I will," S'Terik assures Bucho. "Farewell."

Bucho sighs and walks back into the hall, with people of the Occan already around him following.

S'Terik looks at Edwards, his face showing no change at all. "Shall we depart now?"

Evans watches the departing president. "There goes a brave but foolish man."

Holliday moves towards Edwards and whispers something to him in an urgent tone.

Ubu finishes desposing of the glass shards and wraps a napkin around his hand. SHaking his head he follows Bucho, seething at what has happaned.

Holliday mutters to Edwards, "The phasers... I understand the Occans are lacking beam weapons...".

The room seems rather empty without the waiters, musicians, and other dignitaries that were here before.

Edwards responds to S'Terik, "That sounds like a good idea to me." He seems to remember something when Holliday speaks to him, "Our phasers."

Gellan steps back again and turns to head for the door, somewhat preoccupied. She glances around patiently at the rest of the party idly, listening to the echo of voices and sounds in the huge hall.

S'Terik waits for Edwards, nearly motionless.

Ubu is in the hallway, just leaning back against the wall.. alone.

Evans looks around. Not knowing what to do now.

One of the guards approaches Edwards. "You will be returned your weapons as promised, but at your ship. I will escort you."

Edwards starts to look around when the guard approaches. He nods after a second, then motions to everyone else, "Lets go."

Ghorev takes off with the rest, towards the ship.

Holliday falls into file as the group starts back towards the ship..

Gellan nods silently and follows quickly.

S'Terik follows the others with an easy pace and his arms folded into his sleeves.

Vhypist's standing beside the runabout, a case in his hand. As the officers approach, he opens the case and displays their weapons. All intact, just as they were left with the officer. He remains silent, holding open the case for them.

Edwards doesn't deign to so much as look directly at Vhypist while he retrieves his phaser and motions for everyone else to do likewise. When he has it, he stands back and waits.

Ghorev takes his phaser and chaka. "My regrets, Minister," he offers, sincerely, since there's really no *good* coming immediately from the day's events.

Gellan follows suit, gingerly plucking her phaser from the case. She nods once to Vhypist, smiling slightly, and then moves away towards the hatch of the runabout to wait

Vhypist nods to Ghorev once, continuing to hold the case for everyone. Once it is empty, he closes it and snaps it shut quietly. "Good bye." He turns and walks toward the archway where his guards are to watch the crew board and lift off.

. o O Vhypist feels an overwhelming sense of guilt. Over what is unclear.

S'Terik nods curtly to Vhypist as he passes by and heads to the runabout.

Holliday, not having surrendered a sidearm in the first place, has no such weapon to retrieve. He nods to Vhypist though, with a look that he hopes will convey his intention- to report with as little bias as possible what's transpired here- both good and bad. Then he steps into the runabout gangplank to enter the craft.