Federation and Empires
Episode Name: Federation and Empires Written By: Fortunae (actually the crew) Cast: Fortunae. Produced By: Starfleet Directed By: Fortunae Aired On: Wed Jan 15 20:48:13 2003 Stardate: 52928.9
Time: Wed Jan 15 20:36:39 2003
Stardate: 52928.9
Zuh'raah'do is sitting at his customary spot, two PADD's sitting before him. He nods as Lt. Golden arrives. "Ah, Lt. Golden. Good evening."
Smiling politely to the Ambassdor, Dylan says "Good evening Mister Ambassador, how are you this evening?"
Zuh'raah'do is sitting at his customary spot, two PADD's sitting before him. He nods as Lt. Golden arrives. "Ah, Lt. Golden. Good evening. I am very well." He taps his PADD's, indicating that they have something to do with his mood. "It is good to see you back at your customary position."
Idrani is sitting in her usual place as well. She nods faintly to Golden. "Evening, Lieutenant."
Tyler comes into the conference room from the corridor.
Zuh'raah'do is sitting at his customary spot, two PADD's in front of him. For the usually grumpy Nausicaan, he seems to be in a pretty positive mood. Black eyes move to regard the new woman, flicking from her face to her collar and back again. A nod follows.
Tyler steps into the conference room and makes her way toward an empty seat at the table. She gives Golden and Idrani a professional nod as she slips into a chair. "Ambassador," she says to greet the Nausicaan.
Idrani sits in her customary spot as well, her features composed and expressionless. "Good evening, Lieutenant Tyler." She says. "Have you been introduced to Ambassador Zuh'raah'do?"
Golden returns the greetings and nods and assumes his position against the wall behind the Federation section at the table.
Tyler shakes her head. "I have not had that honor, no," Tyler says quietly. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ambassador," she says, giving the Ambassador another appreciable nod.
Zuh'raah'do says, "I don't think we've met. Good evening, Lieutenant." A variation of a smile forms behind his mandibles. "And the pleasure is mine."
GAME: Tyler spends a courage point.
Tyler suppresses a shiver at the smile from the Nausicaan. She instead puts one of her own on in return. "Thank you, Ambassador."
Zuh'raah'do glances around the room, noting the distinct lack of other Ambassadors. No Federation, Klingon, Ferengi or Romulan. "I do have the time of this meeting correct, don't I?"
Idrani nods. "I hope so, Ambassador." she says. "I did see the Romulan contingent in the Neutral Zone earlier this evening, but I have not seen the Klingons for a few days."
Withdrawing the stylus from his PADD, Golden begins making a few notes while awaiting the arrival of the other delegates.
K'net-mauri comes into the conference room from the corridor.
Ssaedhe comes into the conference room from the corridor.
Zuh'raah'do nods, drumming his large fingers on the desk. "I have time." With that, the Romulan(s) arrive. A nod goes out to K'net-mauri. "Ambassador."
Ssaedhe enters following Ambassador K'net-mauri
Tyler sets a PADD down before her. She gives a glance to the Romulans, then back to the PADD. She turns it idly on the table.
GAME: Tyler spends a courage point.
Golden stands with his back to the wall at his typical place behind the Federation diplomatic end of the chamber, also as typical he is quite quiet though interested in the Romulan arrivals.
Idrani speaks up, "This is Lieutenant junior grade Wendy Tyler, from the Science Department. Lieutenant, this is Ambassador K'net-mauri from the Romulan Star Empire and his aide, Ssaedhe."
Idrani adds, "And S'veralis, also from the Star Empire. This is Lieutenant junior grade Wendy Tyler, from the Science Department."
Tyler looks up to K'net-mauri. "We've met, Lieutenant," she says. She offers the Ambassador a forced smile. She looks at the two attending women and gives them each a nod. "A pleasure to meet you."
Ssaedhe says, "Jolan'tru Lieutenant."
K'net-mauri nods to Zuh'raah'do as he steps in. He speaks as he slowly crosses the room to his regular position at the table, nodding to Idrani. "Thank you," he says, then glances over to return Tyler's smile with a small but easy one of his own.
Zuh'raah'do quirks a gray-haired brow as he counts the Romulan "aides". A flick of a glance heads towards K'net-mauri as a rumbling chuckle rolls up from his chest. "It appears that our colleagues will not be joining us."
S'veralis walks into the conference room with out a trace of hurry coming from her steps or concern on her face as she takes up her proper position to the left and behind K'net. she nods to those she introduced to. The Dark blue eyes assess Tyler noting small inconstancies about the woman. Slipping into an easy stance.
Idrani clears her throat softly, "Well, we should get started. Lieutenant Tyler is here to field questions about the unusual incident involving the bombing of London, Terra by the Breen. I will turn the floor over to her." She smiles politely.
K'net-mauri grins very briefly at Zuh'raah'do, a flicker of a look. He says, "Oh? I am sure I will miss their contributions." The tone isn't actually sarcastic, but it glints in his dark eyes. He takes his seat slowly and gestures Ssaedhe to the chair beside him.
Tyler looks at the two attending ambassadors. "You have all, I'm sure, read the report from the station's representatives from the Federation Science Council, and that report pretty much sums it up. I'd be glad to field questions regarding it, so I'd like to open the floor to address those questions."
Zuh'raah'do glances towards the Romulan Ambassador, offering him the floor if he has questions.
Ssaedhe glances around the room at all the participants making judgments here and there on dress and deportment
Idrani sits back in her chair, listening.
K'net-mauri lifts a brow at Tyler and sits there staring at her for some seconds. He says, "Just how do you intend to 'fix' this?"
With a well practiced detached expression, Golden looks between the Romulans and the back of Idrani's head, pausing a bit longer on the new female Romulan before passing his gaze equally between those gathered.
"I'm afraid I cannot disclose details regarding the nature of Starfleet operations concerning the attack on the Federation's timeline," Tyler says apologetically. She shifts in her chair and adds, "I assure you that we are working on a resolution with expedience as a goal to protect the safety and security of the Federation and its allies."
K'net-mauri nods, smiles rather sardonically, and says to Tyler, "I see. Why do you think the Breen were employing a sort of time weapon? One might conclude that it is rather a distortion caused by this anomaly."
S'veralis lips tighten slightly at Tylers words. Her eyes glance up at Golden and pin him with the look of a Soldier just imparted news and a statement that makes her feel ohhh so much not better.
Cerene hurries in and seats herself quietly.
Ssaedhe frowns and leans over to Ambassador K'net-mauri
Idrani flicks her gaze briefly to acknowledge Cerene's presence, but does not say anything to disrupt the conversation.
Ssaedhe whispers to K'net-mauri, "... help... to... secrets... help?"
Golden looks Cerene's direction as she enters and gets seated, but returns his focus quickly to the meeting unfolding.
Tyler tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "Because of evidence we have uncovered at the site," Tyler says. "Evidence which I am not entitled to disseminate." She looks about the others. Next question?
Zuh'raah'do says, "Thank you, Lt. Tyler, for attending this meeting. The Federation's willingness to share with the populace of the station as a whole the information about a..." He picks up a PADD to check his terminology. "..space-time event is appreciated." Tha Ambassador pauses." And unprecedented. " Another pause." That the Federation is willing to entertain questions about the event is an unexpected suprise. My questions are few and general, Lieutenant. First of all, you are saying that the Dominion is...or has...used space-time as a weapon and that the entire rest of the galaxy may see events in one way while those aboard this station may have a different view." He says this as fact, not as a question. "Like a pebble tossed into a still pond, this event has rippled out to effect the entire galaxy. Be that as it may, has the Federation made policing "space-time" events their sole province or have they consulted the other powers, namely the Romulans and the Klingons?"
"I do not have the answer to your last question, Ambassador. I'm a simple science officer," Tyler says to Zuh'raah'do. "Politics and diplomacy is not my forte'. The reason that Starfleet and the Federation is apprising you of this information is because it can be easily identified due to our proximity to the anomaly, which, as you indicated, acts as an anchor to a stable timeline. Since everyone has the potential to discover the incongruity, we felt that a policy of open discussion was warranted to prevent panic and depression by our own citizens, and forestall suspicions from allied powers."
The door to the conference room opens and in scowls B'val. Well. Walks actually. But that scowl doesn't look happy. Not that Klingons are ever happy. But we digress. A polite-ish sort of nod is given to Idrani as she makes for her usual chair and seats herself with nary a word. Giving the room a once over, her gaze levels curiously upon Tyler. An evil Klingon sort of appraisal really that says 'who the hell are you and what are you doing in here' without ever actually saying it.
Idrani returns B'val's nod, politely, then turns her attention back to Tyler. She remains silent, listening.
Zuh'raah'do is sitting at his usual spot, two PADD's out before him. He seems to be asking Tyler questions. Yep, he is. "Who would have that answer, Lieutenant Junior Grade Tyler? It is my concern that offering a minimal statement at all will only raise tensions. As an example, what if another such event happens? And it happens in Klingon space. Or Rynkan space? Or any space outside of the Federation? I believe that the Federation owes the name of someone authorized to be more forthcoming."
K'net-mauri looks at Tyler, drawing up a little, his expression fierce and rather incredulous. He stays silent and lets Zuh'raah'do speak, then emits a short bark of laughter. "Evidently they are consulting us now. After a fashion." He looks back at Tyler, then to Idrani, then back between the two, "What is the meaning of this? Your people genuinely intend to tell me that you want to alter the time-line in some undisclosed manner based on similarly undisclosed evidence? It's all very thin. Why would the Breen want to make such an attack in such a novel way anyway?"
Ssaedhe frowns slightly and leans back into her chair. She draws a circle with the tip of her finger and listens quietly.
"I don't have the answer to that question, Ambassador," Tyler says to K'net-mauri, non-plussed by his posturing.
<CONTEST> Tyler contests her Presence (Willpower) skill vs Zuh'raah'do's Intellect (Perception) skill (given advantage) and Fails!
B'val seems to sink into the conversation with great interest. Her padd active in her lap, she quickly finds the source of this debate. One in which she has a great deal of curiosity. "Very well Lt. Then may we ask who might?" She lifts her chin ever so slightly, her gaze turning less to distaste and more to a level tacticians gaze.
Tyler spreads her hands. "This is an internal matter to the Federation. There is nobody who is prepared to speak with you on the subject. It's why they sent me." She hitches up her shoulders and gives B'val and apologetic look.
S'veralis's eye flicker around the room always returning to either Golden, Tyler or B'val. Tylers words bring the dark blue gaze to rest unwaveringly upon her. The muscles along Lis's jaw tighten slightly but other than that there is no other outwardly visible reaction.
The near snarl on B'val's face says it all. She is most assuredly /not/ pleased. But the curling lip is reduced to pursed lips and an even inhalation before she leans back into her chair and brings her hands to a steeple. "I see. Then perhaps we should reconsider then the terms of Alliance. You speak of weapons of the Dominion capable of altering the timeline and yet somehow this does not affect the Klingon Empire. Or the realms of anyone present for that matter. I can tell you now that Chancellor Martok will /not/ be pleased to hear of this."
Tyler spreads her hands again. "Sorry. I can only tell you what I a) know, and b) am authorized to tell you."
Zuh'raah'do follows the questioning, a dubious expression plastered onto his face. He glances at the Klingon when she speaks, a mild mixture of surprise on his face. "Lt. Tyler, who is your commanding officer? Perhaps he or she could assist us."
K'net-mauri eyes Tyler. "Your superiors are remarkably cruel," he observes. He shakes his head, "Since this 'evidence' cannot be disclosed, what reason do I have to believe that the inconsistency about London is really what you say it is? Its peculiar choice of target is not really consistent with your explanation. I am not sure what you hoped to achieve, coming here with such orders."
Ssaedhe shifts her position and crosses a bare, shapely leg, over the other. Outwardly she cooly watchs the drama unfold.
Idrani speaks up, having been quietly observing until now, "Ambassadors, please. Let's not be jumping to conclusions about the state of the Alliance. The Department of Temporal Investigations is a civilian organization that answers directly to the Federation Science Council and the Federation President, not to Starfleet. I would suggest that if Lt. Tyler's explanations are not satisfactory to you, then I suggest that you pursue it through normal diplomatic channels to the Federation Science Council. Surely that would be more productive than withdrawing from the Alliance?"
"My Commanding Officer is Lt. P'Trell, and you'll get no more information from him than you have myself. Believe it, don't believe it. I don't particularly care what you believe." Tyler pushes up from the table. "I came to avail myself to your questions, and I'm essentially being called a liar. I'm sure the Federation is taking this up at the highest levels." Which implies: Not you. "Enjoy your ignorance on the situation."
Idrani glances down at her PADD briefly, after finishing her statement.
Zuh'raah'do .......smiles.
Cerene blinks.
Idrani raises a finger, "Please sit down, Lieutenant Tyler. Nobody is calling you a liar."
Tyler shakes her head at Idrani's request. "No thank you, Lieutenant. I've came and done what I intended to do." She glances back to the Ambassadors. "I can't help it if the others are remarkably short-sighted. The Federation's stance on the matter stands with report number 90. If they have further questions, they can direct them to Agents Duncan or Bailey in private. My work here is complete."
Golden directs his gaze towards Wendy, lingering to make eye contact before flicking his eyes towards Idrani, then back at the table, before resuming trafficking the rest of the room's population.
K'net-mauri looks at Tyler, "I do not think you are a liar. I think you have been tossed to the wolves without a knife. I would like to know why. And since I do -not- enjoy my ignorance on the subject, I would like to know anything that you might actually -be- authorized to tell me."
B'val raises a brow, her ridges seeming a little out of place with the gesture. "Who said anything about withdrawal, Lt. I am merely curious at how a lack of disclosure is honoring our allegiance. We who have sacrificed our blood in the defense of your planets. Whose ships currently patrol your space while you rebuild? Hmm? But do we ask for anything in return other than what one might a friend? What friend then speaks of grave things and yet refuses to answer the simplest of queries?" B'val regards the Romulan Ambassador with an appraising eye. Almost like she agrees with his statement. Not that that would ever happen.
Zuh'raah'do takes the patronizing tone of the young Starfleet officer in stride, allowing the Alliance members to sort this out as he picks up a PADD and begins to make notes.
Tyler straightens the waist of her jumpsuit and makes for the door.
Zuh'raah'do says, "Thank you, Lieutenant." Zuh offers off-handedly. "Good evening."
Tyler pauses at the door and offers Zuh'raah'do a nod. "You're welcome, Ambassador. I apologize that I could not be of further assistance."
Ssaedhe drums her fingers on the table as she watches the young Lieutenant flee the room. She then turns her head back to the rooms current occupants
Idrani lets Tyler leave, keeping any thoughts she may have on this from showing on her face. She takes a slow breath. "Well. I apologize if this presentation may have opened more questions than answered. I would again suggest that you file your requests through the diplomatic channels to the Federation Science Council. I am sure that Miss Cerene can assist you in that regard."
Cerene blinks a couple of times, before piping up, "Yes, I'd be more than happy to help however I can."
Zuh'raah'do says, "One question..." he doesn't stop tapping on his PADD. "...if this DTI is the organization in charge, and it isn't the venue of Starfleet, why was a Starfleet officer here to brief us?"
K'net-mauri emits a rather sharp outtake of breath, scornful. He looks at Idrani. "It seems that the only question it answered was that all the important questions will not be answered." He pauses, glances to Zuh'raah'do, then back to Idrani.
Ssaedhe glances over to the young woman Cerene as she speaks.
There is a low rumbling in B'val's throat that wanes as Idrani begins to speak again. A nod is bidden to Cerene but that's the most B'val even concerns herself with the Betazoid. "Well then. Are we on to other matters then?" Her steepled fingers go to an irritated drumming of one hand's fingers upon the table. A fair question from the Nausicaan. And one she even bothers to cease her tappings to listen to.
Idrani nods to Zuh'raah'do. "I requested that one of the DTI agents attend this meeting. I believe that Lieutenant Tyler is knowledgeable in Subspace mechanics and other scientific fields relevant to this occurrence."
Ssaedhe leans over to K'net-mauri
Ssaedhe whispers to K'net-mauri, "... they allow a... organization... belongs in the..."
Zuh'raah'do nods. "And they decided not to come?"
Idrani inclines her head. "Well... One of the agents was planning on attending, I am to understand, but apparently was detained. Is there anything else on this subject, or shall we move on?"
K'net-mauri smiles bitterly, "I am sure that her knowledge would have been helpful had she been permitted to disclose it. While I understand that the Federation may wish to keep its time-manipulation methods secret, I can hardly be expected to condone this sort of action when the only evidence available does not convince me of a temporal-attack to begin with." He offers Idrani a wry smile. "But I doubt you can reply to that. We can move on."
K'net-mauri glances to Ssaedhe and murmurs back to her.
Ssaedhe nods slowly
K'net-mauri whispers to Ssaedhe, "Probably... not a civilian organization... all."
B'val is almost Romulan in her silence. Though it is clear from her expression that she is listening.
Zuh'raah'do nods in agreement as K'net-mauri speaks. "Yes, I think this is a dead issue for now."
Idrani accepts the nods from around the table. "If anyone would like to speak with DTI, I can do my best to arrange it." She pauses briefly. "Is there any old business that needs to be discussed?"
K'net-mauri smiles faintly. "Unless there is anything still lingering from my absence, I think not."
Golden remains stationary and silent at his position behind the Federation diplomatic section; this broken up occasionally by stylus applications to his PADD.
Idrani glances at the Klingon. "Ambassador B'val, anything from the Klingon Empire?"
Ssaedhe glances over to the imposing female Klingon B'val
Ssaedhe yawns and politely covers her mouth. She shifts her position in the chair. She shifts her legs crossing the other now over the opposite.
S'veralis watches over the proceedings from her position behind the Romulan contingent.
B'val returns the glance of the Andorian with a slow nod. "Indeed there is, Lt Idrani." She sets her PADD upon the table and gets herself comfortable again, the chair protesting in earnest. "I will begin with issues of merchants flagrantly violating Klingon merchantile policy and using the Federation as a base of operations. The Klingon Empire would like to know what you intend to do about it. Being that we respect your sovereign space."
K'net-mauri glances at his adjutant, a rather flinty look. Not that her movements would look like fidgeting if she were sitting next to someone who did not have Mauri's habit of keeping so very still. His gaze moves to B'val and he listens attentively.
Zuh'raah'do listens as well, setting his PADD aside to give the conversation his full attention.
Idrani steeples her fingers. "Can you be more specific, Ambassador?" She sounds concerned. "I admit I am not familiar with Klingon mercantile policy."
Ssaedhe glances over at K'net-mauri gaze and uncrosses her legs she sits up straight and folds her hands into her lap.
B'val smiles faintly and inclines her head. "Specifically it involves traders from within your borders using the Kriosian people as a source of income and abusing their sensitive situation within the Empire. We will not tolerate this of course as the Empire looks after all of its citizens." B'val adds as almost an afterthought. "Within the Ka'Vala sector. If that helps focus your attention."
Idrani hmms softly, making notes on her PADD. "We will look into the matter, Ambassador. Thank you for bringing this to our attention."
B'val nods graciously. "I thank you Lieutenant. We would be grateful for any assistance in this matter as our forces are rather stretched at the moment. Not that we could not divert forces to deal with the matter... but you understand." She taps her PADD as if moving on to a new topic, or letting anyone else interject with their concerns.
Ssaedhe moves her gaze to the chairperson then around the room slowly.
Idrani looks over at Ambassador Zuh'raah'do, "Do you have anything to bring to the table, Ambassador?"
Zuh'raah'do picks up the other PADD as he nods. "Yes, Lt. Idrani, we do have some issues. First, I am happy to report that the return of Occan salvage has been completed." He looks around the room. "Each of you should have all of your native salvage. If you do not, let me know." He looks back to his PADD. "Next, I am pleased to report that we have captured the Nausicaan vessel that was alleged to be engaged in Piracy in Federation space. We can discuss if the Federation, or Starfleet, would like to have them turned over to Federation authorities for trial." He continues, squinting now to look at the scrolling text. His old eyes aren't what they used to be. "I cannot find an Ensign Medes on the public registry of Station 419. Is she assigned elsewhere?"
K'net-mauri taps no PADD; in fact he has seldom, if ever, been seen to be carrying one at one of these meetings. Instead he just listens in that somewhat disconcerting way he has, seeming to give whoever is speaking his absolute and complete attention.
Idrani eyes Zuh'raah'do sidelong. "That would be Lieutenant Junior Grade Medes, Ambassador." She says in a somewhat dry, not buying the poor blind old man routine for a second, but saying what he wants said.
Zuh'raah'do quirks a brow. "Ah. Yes. I did find that name, but, considering the circumstances, I did not think it possible for her to be promoted." He goes back to his PADD, entering this new information. "As we do not have an extradition treaty with the Federation, I assume her courtmartial will be held on the station?"
Ssaedhe appears to warm to the discussion and she listens attentively
If there is a reaction from the Klingon, you'd best be a telepath. B'val sits there blandly.
Idrani laces her fingers. "The matter is being addressed by the senior staff, but as you say, we have no extradition treaty, if it comes to a court-martial, it will be either on the station or at Sector Command on Dulcais Prime."
K'net-mauri lifts a brow.
Zuh'raah'do glances up from his PADD. "Addressed? How? And how could the murder of three sentient beings in Federation space not warrant a court martial?" He looks up at Golden for a moment, then back to Idrani.
Golden keeps his expression as neutral yet concerned as he can considering his confusion.
B'val's bland look turns mildly amused. Mildly. Like you'd have to be looking right at her.
Idrani spreads her hands. "I am a diplomatic officer, sir, not a JAG officer. I know that the matter is in the hands of the senior staff, and will be properly investigated and addressed. I certainly understand your concerns, Ambassador. I can only assure you that the matter is being handled by the proper authorities. My superior on the station, LCDR Edwards, has said that he would be available to speak with you on the matter, if you so wish."
Zuh'raah'do looks towards Lt. Golden. "Lt. Golden, would you PADD LCDR Edwards to see if he is available? I would like an update regarding the investigation. Let him know that we have the records of the Grak'tahn'mo, including active sensor logs, and are willing to share information so that justice is served." He looks back to Idrani. "I would like to interview Lt. Medes in order to get her side of the incident. I assume that she has been relieved of duty? Or is in the brig?"
K'net-mauri listens to Zuh'raah'do, looks to Idrani for her reply.
Idrani considers, "I think you'd be best addressing those concerns with Commander Edwards, Ambassador."
Looking to Idrani for a protest either way, he readies his PADD and stylus.
Idrani nods to Golden to go ahead and notify Edwards, as Zuh'raah'do requested.
Ssaedhe takes her fore finger and draws a circle on the table top as she listens to the discussion.
Golden starts tapping in the PADD message to Edwards.
Zuh'raah'do hmm's, mandibles rubbing together in a sure-fire sign of irritation. "I would rather not wait for an answer, Lt. Idrani. Please contact the Security office and ask if Lt. Medes is in custody, then contact her superior to see if she is relieved of duty."
K'net-mauri looks at Idrani rather thoughtfully.
Idrani sits up straighter in her chair. "Ambassador, I can understand that you do not want to wait for an answer. I completely understand your anger in this situation and I assure you, being on this end of it is not my idea of an enjoyable evening. I have been instructed by my superior to refer any additional questions or concerns that you have on this matter to him personally."
Zuh'raah'do sighs and stands up, moving over to the comm panel.
Zuh'raah'do initializes the communications terminal, "Zuh'raah'do to Lieutenant JG Medes."
Golden steps from the wall to murmur to Idrani and show her his PADD.
Golden whispers to Idrani, " I sent the message to his PADD, he's still in the Ward Room at the moment so may not be done with the Senior Staff meeting."
Ssaedhe folds her hands infront of her on the table and watches the spectcal
B'val clears her throat ever so faintly but does not appear to be asking for anyone's attention. Rather her gaze is settled on her PADD for the moment.
Idrani's jaw tenses slightly. She listens to Golden, then nods. "Thank you, Lieutenant." She looks at Zuh'raah'do. "Ambassador, I cannot stop you from using the comm system, Ambassador. I respectfully request that you wait for a few moments to speak to Commander Edwards before taking further action."
Over Zuh'raah'do's comm badge a voice answers, "Lieutenant JG Medes here."
Edwards comes into the conference room from the corridor.
K'net-mauri looks at Idrani gravely, "Lieutenant, I doubt that anyone here believes you are having a good time. But it would seem that your superiors spend much of their time doing you little disservices." His tone is quiet and musing, an absent aside as he watches Zuh'raah'do at the com.
Into the communications terminal, Zuh'raah'do says, "Lieutenant. Are you currently on active duty?"
Edwards strolls through the entrance and stops just inside, surveying the surroundings.
From Conference Room's communications terminal, Medes says, "I am not, but I'm on-call. Is there something I can help you with?"
Zuh'raah'do is standing at the communications panel.
Golden is back against the wall behind the Federation diplomatic section, he somehow manages to straighten up even more upon Edward's entrance, his heels almost clicking.
B'val glances up from her quiet review of her PADD and gives a feral sort of smile to the Commander. As if there were any other kind when coming from a Klingon.
Idrani is sitting on the edge of her chair, looking at the Nausicaan. And the Andorian does not look happy.
Into the communications terminal, Zuh'raah'do says, "I mean have you been relieved of duty, Lieutenant?"
From Conference Room's communications terminal, Medes says, "Oh. No."
Into the communications terminal, Zuh'raah'do nods. "Thank you, Lieutenant."
Zuh'raah'do shuts down the communications terminal, ending transmission.
"Imagine my surprise when I hear that we have some trouble down here." Edwards comments dryly, glancing sidelong at Zuh'raah'do a moment before turning his attention to everyone as a whole, "Something I can help with?"
Ssaedhe leans over near to K'net-mauri taking his elbow slightly and speaking in a hushed tone.
Zuh'raah'do returns to his chair, looking over as a Commander he doesn't know enters the room. He looks to the other diplomats. "I apologize for this matter between the Federation and Nausicaan. If this does not interest you or if you have other business, do not think you are obligated to stay."
S'veralis is standing in much the same position as Golden only behind the Romulan delegation.
Ssaedhe whispers to K'net-mauri, "These... seem... create..."
K'net-mauri gives Idrani a somewhat ironic look, though not unkind. Zuh'raah'do's apology draws from him only a nod. He does not rise, but turns his head to murmur back to Ssaedhe.
Ssaedhe straightens up once again noding slowly
Idrani sits back in her chair. "Ambassador Zuh'raah'do has some questions about the incident involving his people and the Federation shuttles." OK, that's an understatement.
K'net-mauri whispers to Ssaedhe, "They... that... Nausicaans are... somewhat..."
Ssaedhe nods her head slowly taking in this information.
B'val simply leans back and enjoys the floor show. Or at least as enjoying as a faint scowl on her face would make evident.
Edwards meanders on over to stand behind Idrani's chair, grasping the head of it. "For those that don't know, I'm Leftenant Commander Michael Edwards, Executive Officer of this fine station." he remarks, "And yes, I figured as much Leftenant. What would you like to know, Mr. Ambassador?"
Golden steps from the wall and pulls out the seat that Ambassador S'Terik usually sits in for Commander Edwards, then steps back and resumes his wall lurking position.
Zuh'raah'do looks over to Commander Edwards, his mandibles making minute clicking sounds as they rub together. "Commander. I have several concerns that need to be addressed. First, why is it that I was not informed of this incident by Starfleet when the alleged piracy occurred? How are we to curb piracy when our neighbors do not inform us of these attacks? Next, I have a question regarding Starfleet regulations. If, lets say, I was a Starfleet officer and I beamed three sentient beings into space under unclear circumstances, while in Federation Space, and then came to a station where Starfleet was in control, what is normal policy? Since a potential murder occurred."
Idrani slowly settles back in her seat, letting Edwards handle this.
Edwards waves Golden off and doesn't sit. "Thanks, though." he comments to the officer. Glancing back to Zuh'raah'do, he replies thoughtfully, "First of all... your people committed an act of piracy against Starfleet in Federation space. Or, well, attempted, since it's sort of obvious that they failed, isn't it? Not to mention the assault and battery of a Starfleet officer. All things we kind of frown upon..." He leans forward, against Idrani's chair, "Leftenant Medes was trying to secure Starfleet property from hostile marauders, and Starfleet lives. If she went too far, well, we'll determine that as best we can. I mean, you can't just kill people, even criminals, can you? So we are investigating the matter."
Zuh'raah'do growls. "I didn't know that piracy was a capitol offense. Is it?"
B'val watches the discourse with the amusement of a Klingon watching chess. In short, not.
Edwards corrects, "Her actions wouldn't be considered an execution. They'd be considered self-defense. There's a difference."
To any paying attention to Golden, the breech in his disciplined mask is short and slight, but his eyebrows do furrow a fraction for just an instant before his neutral mask resolidifies.
Ssaedhe whispers to K'net-mauri, "... there witnesses to... allege... officer who killed the... pirates?"
K'net-mauri lifts a brow and fixes Edwards with a flinty hawk's glare. He murmurs back to Ssaedhe.
K'net-mauri whispers to Ssaedhe, "... Ask."
Idrani wears a neutral expression, simply sitting quietly in her seat.
Ssaedhe clears her throat and says, "If I might interject a question. You are speaking as if its been firmly established that a "piracy" has occurred are you not? Is the only witness to this murder the officer involved?
Edwards shakes his head at Ssaedhe's question, "No. The officer that had his head bashed in by the offending pirates would also be a witness."
Zuh'raah'do chuckles. "Let me see, from the sensor logs I received from the Nausicaan ship...the logs that fully show that you were flying a yet unknown and unclassified type of shuttle, there were no Starfleet individuals on the shuttle. /Ensign/ Medes gave a warning that the piracy was to stop or else she would destroy the vessel. /Ensign/ Medes took control of the ship prior to spacing the three victims. /Ensign/ Medes pushed one button to incapacitate the raiders and, instead of transporting them elsewhere, rendering them unconscious, taking them prisoner or even using the damned weapons filter, decided instead to send those three individuals into space. Judge. Jury. Executioner. And then she's promoted and life goes on, even though she admitted that she committed the act. Tell me, Commander Edwards, considering that the pirated shuttle was moving /away/ from her position was /not/ firing and didn't even have its shields up, how was the murder of those three Nausicaans self-defense?" He looks to Lt. Golden. "Is this your assessment of Starfleet Regulations in regards to this encounter as well, Lt. Golden." He looks back to Edwards. "Let him speak."
B'val purses her lips slightly. "So then the officer in question was able to face his attackers? A better way to go than to be clubbed like a sleeping targ."
Zuh'raah'do says, "That officer lived, then? Assault versus murder. My, what in interesting idea of justice the Federation has." He looks to his fellow Ambassadors. "And /we/ are less civilized."
Ssaedhe nods thoughtfully to all and then says, "So Lt. Commander Edwards you are saying in effect, that No there are no witnesses except for the word of the officer who "spaced" three alleged pirates?"
"I don't take orders from you, sir." Edwards states tersely to Zuh'raah'do. "Actually, the officer in question was outnumbered and disarmed before being clubbed, Ambassador, B'val." he informs her, before returning his attention to Zuh'raah'do, "Ensign Medes is Leftenant, Junior Grade Medes now. And just where would she have transported them? She was on a shuttle. There aren't brigs on shuttles. And you're welcome to second guess her all you like, but until you're in the hot seat, it doesn't matter."
Zuh'raah'do stands up.
S'veralis shifts her feet slightly watching what is going on.
Edwards corrects Ssaedhe, "I would say that the other officer, Leftenant Havaris, who had his shuttle boarded, is a witness."
K'net-mauri looks at Zuh'raah'do. He then looks at Edwards. He furrows his brow and leans back a little in his chair.
Idrani moves to rise as well, "Gentlemen..." she says in a soft, yet firm tone. This is accomplishing nothing. Commander Edwards, I believe it is safe to say that Ambassador Zuh'raah'do is filing a diplomatic complaint regarding the actions of Lieutenant junior grade Medes. I believe regulations state that she should be relieved from duty while this is being investigated, at the very least. I would recommend that this be done, sir.
Ssaedhe sits back and says, "Ah, I misunderstood. The universal translator you see. Could she not have held them in the pattern buffer? Of course as you said until we are in her shoe how would we have acted."
Ssaedhe murmurs to K'net-mauri saying, "that is the correct expression? walking in anothers shoe?"
Golden keeps his mouth shut, as those are his orders and Commander Edwards most certainly did not authorize him to opine on this matter.
Edwards glances down at Idrani, "Relax, please, Leftenant." That said, he looks to Zuh'raah'do, waiting to see if he has anything further to add.
Zuh'raah'do says, "And I do not take kindly to your superior tone, Commander Edwards. I am not second-guessing anyone. These are the facts, as proven by her own words and by the sensor logs of the Nausicaan ship. Perhaps, as a command officer, you do not understand the technology you command. Transporters can render individuals unconscious, and can take away their weapons. They can even, I'm told, move people from place to place." He waves a hand. "It is obvious that the 'Starfleet Investigation' is a sham and that Commander Edwards has no interest in pursuing the matter. And, just so that we are all clear on this, are you, Commander Edwards, forbidding Lt. Golden from answering my question?"
B'val is obviously staying out of this for the moment. Though the matter most assuredly has her attention.
Idrani says "Aye, sir." And returns to her seat.
K'net-mauri doesn't reply to Ssaedhe's question, but lifts a hand to her, a little 'shh, in a minute' gesture. He is silent, listening to the exchange with a razor-edged interest.
Edwards tsks, "I most certainly didn't forbid Leftenant Golden from speaking. I merely pointed out that I'm under no obligation to follow your orders, Ambassador. If you'd like to make a request, I'd be more than willing to try and accommodate you." He flashes a smile, "I don't take kindly to being bullied, that's all. So, is there anything you'd like to request?"
Ssaedhe nods her head in reply to K'net-mauri and sits quietly and watches.
Zuh'raah'do replies to Edwards "Just as I do not take kindly to learn that Starfleet justice for Nausicaans is swift and final. I will take this up with Starfleet Command on Dulcais. My only other request would be that you /look/ into matters as if you gave a damn." He then looks to Lt. Golden. "Lt. Golden, given your understanding of Starfleet Security and Starfleet Regulations, do the actions of Ensign Medes /appear/ to follow these regulations? And, considering what you have heard today, per those regulations and security norms, has the Starfleet response in regards to Lt. Medes been appropriate?"
Edwards merely glances at Golden, giving him a hard look.
K'net-mauri notes Edward's look with a slightly raised brow.
<PROVE> Golden has the attribute Presence at least level 4.
Zuh'raah'do does as well.
Idrani glances sidelong at Golden, not envying his position right now.
B'val awaits Golden's reply with an appraising eye.
S'veralis grimaces understanding the position Golden has been placed in. Continues to watch and listen, her eyes locked on the RRT leader.
Ssaedhe sits patiently watching the standoff between rank.
Dylan Golden steps away from the wall, dropping his neutral expression and instead activating a smooth pleasant expression, a warm soothing tone to his voice as he says, "Starfleet regulations, guidelines and directives all take into consideration the necessity for those empowered by a commission to at times use their own judgment to best determine the proper course of action when in the field. That said, not being personally apprised of the actions in question, I cannot in good conscience make a personal judgment as to the appropriateness or lack there of. What I can say is -- in my training for dealing with piracy and hostage situations the operational guidelines are to minimize the loss of life. Preserving life is always a Starfleet priority when it is feasible. In a situation here an alternate disposition area is available to place hostiles that have been captured into a transporter pattern buffer, the suggested follow up is to contain the prisoners in the pattern buffer with an additional power supply provided to minimize any chance of pattern decay, and hold them there until a suitable location to rematerialize them for detention and due process under the law is available. Materializing sentients into open space is an action discouraged under our operational guidelines and after a case where such was required an official inquest in the appropriateness of that alternative is a standard follow up. The command does have the right to allow the officer in question to continue nominal duties until the completion of this after action review." He then steps back to his former position.
Zuh'raah'do says, "Lt. Golden, can any of you tell me how many sentient beings have been put to death under Federation law and the Federation Constitution for piracy and assault without a trial? Or with a trial?"
Edwards just motions for Golden to go ahead, since his previous look didn't work.
You say, "I do not have those specific statistics on hand, Mister Ambassador. I can say that I personally have been forced to take the lives of 23 separate sentients engaged in acts of piracy or hostage taking due to the strenuous nature of their resistance and the realities of the tactical environment; but usually stun was enough to render them available for detention; and in none of the cases in my personal experience was a captured pirate or terrorist or hostage taker executed. In all cases they were tried and convicted and sent to a penal facility, Mister Ambassador."
Zuh'raah'do nods towards Golden, and then gives Edwards a pleasant smile. "I think your work here is done, Commander. If you would inform Commander Balin that we request to be notified as soon as possible if any future acts of piracy occur, we would appreciate it. You can also inform him that the sensor scans of the new shuttlecraft are in safe hands and, for the sake of harmony, we are willing to safeguard that data as he would see fit. The Nausican Unified Alliance will submit to Lt. Medes being allowed to continue her work on the station, as long as I have your word that she is not a flight risk. I would assume that the Judge Advocate General on Ducalis will be in contact with you very, very soon. Thank you for your time." He sits back down, not waiting for Edwards to reply, as Zuh'raah'do looks back to Lt. Idrani. "I will need the proper protocol for contacting the JAG and Diplomatic offices on Ducalis, Lieutenant. Besides that, the Nausicaan Unified Alliance has no further outstanding business."
"I still didn't hear a request there." Edwards comments neutrally, "But I'll see what I can do, in the interests of intergalactic harmony and cooperation."
Zuh'raah'do says, "Good. Carry on."
B'val's eyes flit to Zuh'raah'do sidelong, her brow leveling slightly before any sign of the 'glance' leaves her face.
Idrani says quietly to Zuh'raah'do, "I will speak to Lt. Cmdr. West, who is the Sector Chief of the Diplomatic Corps. We will assist you to notify Sector JAG."
K'net-mauri lifts a brow at Edwards, giving him a rather cold assessing look.
Edwards replies, "While I appreciate the dismissal, Ambassador, I think I'll stick around for now, if you don't mind, sir."
B'val gives the faintest of shrugs as if she's recognizing the change of topics and looks to the others in the room for potential new topics.
Zuh'raah'do waves a hand. "I care not what you would, Lieutenant Commander Edwards. You seem to think that your red shirt and 2.5 pips means something in this room. You would be sorely mistaken, as I believe each and every person in this room outranks you within our own governments. If you doubt me, ask Lt. Golden as far as rank and privelage regarding the Federation Diplomatic and Civilain branches. Although it would seem rather obtuse of you to not forward my reccomendations to your superior officer. I'll give you until the end of the meeting, then I'll recind my offers and you can, once again, leave Lt. Idrani dangling without direction from above or an Ambassador to guide her. Now, Lt. Idrani, what is next?"
Edwards comments, "My rank does give me the priviledge to eject anyone from the station, however."
Ssaedhe eye brow goes up as she listens to the threat
Zuh'raah'do looks over, sighing. "Then, by all means, lets call Ducalis and see what happens. Threats mean nothing, Ambassador. Ask Lt. Idrani. You would much rather have a Nausicaan presence here than not."
K'net-mauri lets a smile surface slowly on his face and slowly disappear again.
Idrani notes calmly, "Perhaps this may be a bit precocious, Ambassador Zuh'raah'do, but I was informed that the Federation Science Council has completed the planetary survey on Nausicaa and are prepared to assist you in rebuilding your planet's atmosphere and environment."
Zuh'raah'do smiles. "Excellent. I look forward to discussing the issue with them."
Golden shows its amazing how someone so tall can shrink into the wall and background so quickly.
Edwards doesn't say anything further for the time being. He just leans against Idrani's chair and stares at Zuh'raah'do silently.
Idrani asks, "Is there anything else that needs to be brought to the table tonight?"
B'val shakes her head faintly to the negative. "The Klingon Empire has nothing further at this time."
Zuh'raah'do looks to the others, happy with the outcome.
K'net-mauri is silent, regarding Edwards.
Idrani says, "All right then. Let's call it a night, ladies and gentlemen."
Zuh'raah'do turns to the Romulan. "A moment, Ambassador. We have business to discuss."
Ssaedhe slides her chair out and stands up slowly.
K'net-mauri nods to Zuh'raah'do, having made no move to rise from his chair. "All right."
Ssaedhe slides her chair out and stands up slowly.
B'val rises and regards the Nausicaan/Romulan pair a moment as she does so. But it is a fleeting glance as she gathers her PADD.
Ssaedhe says, "Ambassador will you have need of me or may I be excused for the evening?""
K'net-mauri replies in a disinterested tone, "As you wish, Ssaedhe."
Ssaedhe bows her head slowly and says, "Jolan'tru"
Zuh'raah'do keeps his seat, turning his PADD's to standby.
Ssaedhe steps out of the conference room.
Ssaedhe has left.
B'val makes her way to the door, ignoring most in the room and yet saving a final feral smile for Golden as she leaves.
Idrani remains in her chair. Kinda hard to get up with Edwards leaning on the back of it.
Golden remains in his 'you don't see me' position behind the Federation seating section.
B'val steps out of the conference room.
B'val has left.
Edwards doesn't move from his position just yet. "You two would like to use the room?" he asks, glancing between K'net-mauri and Zuh'raah'do.
Zuh'raah'do smiles, letting K'net-mauri reply.
S'veralis moves only slighty in her position behind K'net her eyes sweeping the room once again.
Zuh'raah'do picks up a PADD.
K'net-mauri looks at Edwards, "That was, I imagine, Ambassador Zuh'raah'do's intent. But certainly we have other space available to us." He starts to get slowly to his feet. "I regret having witnessed the spectacle you have made of yourself, Mr. Edwards."
Zuh'raah'do stands as well. "My quarters, Ambassador?"
Edwards makes a dismissive gesture, "No, no, you can stay. Just making sure." He reaches down to pat Idrani on the shoulder, "C'mon." He takes a step back, away from her chair, "You too, Mr. Golden."
Zuh'raah'do chuckles. "We could stay regardless, Commander." He shakes his head, then sits back down.
Idrani moves to rise, flicking her gaze at K'net-mauri, then follows Edwards.
Golden says, "Aye sir. Ambassadors, I take it you have no objection to the security detail leaving?"
Cerene ahems softly before glancing at the Ambassadors. "I assume I should go as well?"
Golden puts the stylus of his PADD back in place and falls instep next to Idrani.
Zuh'raah'do shakes his head. "No, Lt. Golden. Thank you. You have been most helpful and professional." He looks to Cerene. "If you would, please. This business is between us two."
K'net-mauri nods to Zuh'raah'do, "As you wish." To Edwards he says dryly, "Oh, do not let us depose you. As I said, we have other options, and no doubt you have matters of import to discuss here. Grave matters of state, perhaps." He does not sit down again.
"It's a diplomatic conference room. We have a whole station to use." Edwards replies to K'net-mauri, shrugging, as he makes his way toward the exit.
S'veralis takes a small breath and steps from the shadows where she stood. "SHould I go Ambasador?" she asks K'net softly.
Cerene nods, and stands quickly. "Of course," she says gently to Zuh'raah'do, smiling warmly. "Good evening, Ambassadors." And she turns and heads for the door.
K'net-mauri nods, "Indeed you do," he says dryly. Something in his tone implies a good deal more, and not kind.
Idrani waits quietly, to depart.
Edwards steps out of the conference room.
Idrani steps out of the conference room.
