Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Feb 2, 2021 18:08:32 GMT
[LCDR Matthew Harmon - Walkway -> Universe Ballroom, Knowledge Building, Caldonia]Though he had been paying close attention to Caldonia since being reassigned to Front Ear, this was the first time Harmon had visited it, or even met a Caldonian. The impressive feat of engineering and architecture that was the domed city they were in was almost enough to take one's mind away from the criminal atrocities committed against the Kurjarians. The Federation may have been willing to look past it to secure its supply of trillium, but Harmon wasn't. He would not forget Jeren, or his plea for help. The Federation enjoyed moralising, yet it seemed in this case that was all for show. As surprised as he was that he was allowed at this function, he was even more surprised that Charlie was allowed to attend. He was surprised, but glad. He liked her, and he knew her feelings on the subject of the Kurjarians were in line with his. It made him feel a little less crazy and isolated having her there. He hadn't said a word to anyone since arriving on the planet. He was lost in his thoughts and disgust, only without the aid of booze. The Caldonians looked down on alcohol, of course. Sick bastards. What was even more sick was the barbaric caste system they had and the disgusting and backwards game they appeared to be intent on playing by forcing them to do a questionnaire and be assigned into one for the duration of the proceedings. Eventually he joined the end of the line to get his results, wearing a simple black suit and tie. The sort one might wear at a funeral. These 'negotiations' deserved nothing less. "Manager," the bored clerk said, the contempt apparent. Sure it wasn't as bad as 'slave', but he knew that the Managerial Caste was not at all respected. That were seen as little more than an important cog in the machine that kept society going. Not something to be respected or commended, just accepted. "Yeah, good okay," he said with disinterest as he immediately walked away. Behind him, he heard the new pilot Syl being given her cast. "Inferior Academic." As he entered the ostentatious ballroom he glanced around looking for Charlie, but came to find Kova standing there as well, seeming to be fuming even more than usual. "What did you get?" he asked with a disinterested tone."She is to join us, apparently," said a deep voice from behind them. He turned around and quickly recognised the man to be a Kurjarian. "One of the oppressed. My name is Baram, Chief of Clan Kavar. I'm not allowed to speak to the 'Academics' unless spoken to, so I suppose most of my company will be from you shoved into the underclasses of their vile and materialistic society," he said looking at Kova and paying little attention to Harmon. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Universe BallRoom, Knowledge Building, Caldonia] Kova looked around, watching many of her contemporaries start to coalesce with their native counterparts. For a moment, Kova was expecting to be ushered elsewhere, likely unwanted at this gathering because of her assigned caste. Truth be told, it was nothing new for the Andorian. That was when Harmon's voice broke her inner musings as he asked what she'd gotten. He hardly seem interested. She was beginning to wonder if this was pity. Had he simply felt obligated to approach her as she stood alone? If so, his pity was something that he could keep. Still, before she could answer, another voice answered for her. Baram introduced himself. His words made it clear where they stood, but what Kova took from his description was something much more valuable. "It seems I have found my people," Kova answered, her eyes now on Baram. There was somewhat of a warmer feeling swelling in Kova. She was pleased to see Baram standing there. Not the man personally, but it somehow gave her a hint of pride. She had bled and been beaten on Chalna so that these people wouldn't be wiped out, and they were likely unaware of any of it. Recognition didn't matter. The fact that Baram was there was. "Like any of the oppressed, I may have been shoved here," Kova began, "but given the choice, I may have chosen it just the same. What's to be gained in any of the other castes? In some light, they may be more oppressed than us. They may have more privileges, but their identity is chosen for them. We, however, are free to be who we are and nothing more." The Andorian clasped her hands behind her back as she stood there, actually beginning to feel more comfortable by the moment. [NPC - Ad-Ass[fn]Short for Administrative Assistant. Get your head out of the gutter![/fn] Xoteak - Universe Ballroom]Xoteak was nervous, extremely so. He was about to do the riskiest thing of his life, and yet he had no choice but to do it. He had his thing to say, and he had to say it. He had to. He saw Charlie Fox with Yatin, his boss. He also saw the volatile judge, and the shiny Captain (whom Yatin believed to have pro-Caldonian sympathies), all dangerous. Thus, he approached clan Chief Baram, Matt Harmon, and the Andorian, remarkably timid for an (Inferior) Academic. "Sirs, ma'am, I would like to speak with you," he whispered, almost quivering.
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[ Lt Joshua Niles Walkway -> Universe Ballroom, Knowledge Building, Caldonia ]
One thing Niles had done this time was engage in as much preparatory work as he could possibly do ahead of this mission. He'd been told early he would be expected to join the delegation, though the actual reasons why had not been entirely clear; perhaps the fact that weapons technology being dangled as a carrot in front of the Caldonians meant he was being brought in as a subject matter expert. And, having read up on their caste system, he found himself grateful that all Starfleet officers who hadn't been mustangs had a minimum of a single degree, especially given that Caldonians valued scholarship. However, when he was given his caste assignment, the Lieutenant's mouth tightened into a narrow lines, and he fought hard to repress the anger the implications of that determination meant. "Of course," he answered through gritted teeth and then walked off, only to be intercepted by the Captain and her advice. Which, truth be told, always had a great deal of value; however in this case, his assignment might actually preclude him from gaining any real lower-deck insight. "I'll try, Captain. Just that... I know there's plenty in the Federation who resent that Starfleet is armed at all, let alone that officers are allowed to specialize in starship combat. But they at least know, at least intellectually, that it's primarily a protective role. Here, their soldiers are a boot on the necks of a large portion of the population, and that the higher castes can use them to do whatever the hell they'd like to those beneath them."A deep breath came in through his nose, and slowly out his mouth. Of course, he was less than pleased about this kind of association. Yes, he had no particular moral qualms about doing what he did best; did not even get particularly broken up when doing it ended up killing those on the other side. But he also knew that when one had the power to sterilize planets at their fingertips, one needed to be incredibly deliberate in that use of force and that it needed only be employed for the greater good and as a last resort. And should he need to act in that capacity, he would do so with ruthless efficiency, and even enjoy a job well done... even if he wasn't proud of that particular streak to his character, or overly fond of it. "And it doesn't help that I actually shot Clan Chief Jeren; it was in self-defence and the protection of civilians, but do you expect that it's going to fly?"
Tag Judith Eastman softies to others. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Dato - Universe Ballroom]Judy stopped for a moment to think about that. Her hand moved reflexively to adjust her glasses, but finding no frames to adjust, just brushed a stray lock of blonde hair. "Well, if anything, that actually puts you in a special position. You can apologize for shooting Jeren, which would make a hell of a statement," she suggested, before noticing a presence beside her, a Caldonian of some lower caste. "Yes?" she invited the individual to speak. "I am Dato, and I am to present this Soldier with a medal of valor for shooting Clan Chief Jeren," the Caldonian said. She appeared genuinely excited. "You are a hero.""On second thought, stay away from the Kurjarians if you can," Judy told Niles. The medal itself was a dull, metallic one, perhaps some kind of steel alloy, with the word "killer"[fn]This was a production standard medal, not a custom one[/fn] engraved on it in a Caldonian script.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Feb 2, 2021 22:40:45 GMT
[Ens. Syl O'Connell - Caldonia - Walkway to Universe Ballroom]OutfitWell, this certainly wasn't what she had expected to be doing within days of arriving at her first post, but here she was. Everything about Caldonian architecture and interior decorating was extravagant, and as Syl followed the rest of the delegations down the walkway she felt sorely underdressed in her simple tailored black and white suit. As much as she loved wearing dresses, and would have felt much more comfortable standing in such a room wearing one, her mother would have never let her hear the end of it if she'd found out her daughter had attended a diplomatic function wearing such 'nonsense'. At least it seemed a few of the others in attendance hadn't been quite sure what to wear either, and their outfits ranged from simple like hers, to as extravagant as the Caldonians'. When she reached the clerk, she wordlessly handed them her questionnaire, with absolutely no idea what to expect from them. Everything had happened so quickly, the Ensign hadn't had time to do any research on the culture, but it was quite clear from the moment they began passing out assignments that their caste system functioned very differently from anything the Federation would consider valuable. Her fingers curled at her sides, nails scraping against each other soundlessly as she fought the urge to scratch the sudden itch beneath the pile of hair on the back on her head.
Tag Judith Eastman (clerk) [NPC - The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Universe Ballroom]Estelle left her breadstick for a moment, seeing one of the crew standing there looking a little lost. As she recognized this individual, Estelle approached her, walking with remarkable speed for someone so short (less than 1.50m) and with a cane. "You're the O'Connell kid, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically. "Some families, when they get these traditions and legacies, it's like castes of our own."In saying this, Estelle did not count the Roths, whose legacy of public service she viewed as a matter of shared values, but she did count the elitist, old-money Eastmans. Starfleet dynasties, like the O'Connells and the Ellises (Antoinette Ellis, in particular, being a friend of Estelle), were absolutely a caste, albeit a less annoying one than her son-in-law Jon Eastman's late parents.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Feb 2, 2021 23:09:33 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Dato - Universe Ballroom]Judy stopped for a moment to think about that. Her hand moved reflexively to adjust her glasses, but finding no frames to adjust, just brushed a stray lock of blonde hair. "Well, if anything, that actually puts you in a special position. You can apologize for shooting Jeren, which would make a hell of a statement," she suggested, before noticing a presence beside her, a Caldonian of some lower caste. "Yes?" she invited the individual to speak. "I am Dato, and I am to present this Soldier with a medal of valor for shooting Clan Chief Jeren," the Caldonian said. She appeared genuinely excited. "You are a hero.""On second thought, stay away from the Kurjarians if you can," Judy told Niles. The medal itself was a dull, metallic one, perhaps some kind of steel alloy, with the word "killer"[fn]This was a production standard medal, not a custom one[/fn] engraved on it in a Caldonian script.
Tag Joshua Niles [ Lt Joshua Niles Walkway -> Universe Ballroom, Caldonia ]In all honesty, Niles had been hoping such a topic as the issue of Clan Leader Jeren would not arise at all, although he was fairly certain that so far as hopes went, he was bound to be disappointed. However, Captain Eastman was full of valuable wisdom, and while he did cherish a few doubts about the approach she was suggesting as it may come across as impolitic, at least it would help establish that he was not some jackbooted thug despite his caste assignment. And before he could answer, a Caldonian female approached, and waited for her turn, and when she spoke, the Lieutenant's eyes widened in surprise, before narrowing in anger, while he tried to master his face to mask shock turning to revulsion and anger. There was this woman, apparently giddy as hell, presenting him with a medal for having opened fire on Jeren. Calling him a hero, no less. That event, that was one he was not likely to forget all right; and at times he still rattled what had happened in his head, see what he could have done better, done differently, to get to a better resolution. And as he'd told the Old Lady, he stood by his decisions of that day... but that didn't mean he was entirely happy with how things had turned out. Looking between the piece of metal and its bearer, he did not reach for it. Instead, he kept his hands at his side. He could not accept this; not if the Kurjarians and lower Caldonian classes were to see Starfleet and the Federation anything other than a whole other caste of jackboots to step on their necks. And at the same time, he could not risk offending the Caldonians at large. Which left him with narrow options, and then, he found himself with an idea; the exact same one he'd used with Princess Victoria, no less, when she tried to have him become part of her court of all things. However, that did not mean he was not struggling not to sneer in disgust. "I am sorry, but I cannot accept this medal. Starfleet regulations prohibit me from accepting non-Federation decorations and awards without specific authorization from my commanding officer and approval from the Office of Honours and Awards. And that day, I was no hero, I did my duty no more and no less and I would have far preferred being able to end the situation without any more violence than had already occured; that, and I would have used the exact same course of action against anyone who would have acted the way the Clan Chief did that day."He had made a point to will his voice to remain flat and calm, however a single word had been stressed, to emphasize that Jeren's species had never factored in his decision-making... and it took him a great deal of willpower not to openly say he wouldn't have hesitated one second at shooting a Caldonian in the exact same circumstances.
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Feb 3, 2021 3:46:55 GMT
[ Lt Joshua Niles Walkway -> Universe Ballroom, Knowledge Building, Caldonia ]Why do I always land the diplomatic functions, a certain Lieutenant Joshua Niles thought as he shrugged into his dress jacket. At least, this was a plainclothes event and he didn't have to cram himself into that restrictive and uncomfortable set of dress whites he despised with a passion. Instead, he found himself putting on what was becoming a cutting-edge trend in formalwear back in his native Kingston, having selected a black pleated kilt and stockings, a pair of highly-polished oxfords, a grey shirt with a rising collar and no lapels, and a black vest and Argyle jacket, without a tie of any sort. However, his buttons and cufflinks were polished unto gleaming and the only indication he was with Starfleet was the commbadge pinned to his jacket. The Kurjarians might not hold uniformed service in high regard, but they had to know they had invited a Starfleet delegation into their midst in order to deal with such matters. And, by way of wearing a commbadge, Niles knew he would be identifying himself as such, and that he would have an out to deflect any policy questions that could come his way. As much as possible during the transit to Caldonia, Josh had made every attempt to stay out of Her Honour's way. He had, of course, heard that she was related to Captain Eastman. Last thing he would need would be to stick his foot in his mouth in the presence of their mission adviser, who also had a direct line to the (actual, this time) Old Lady. However, avoiding her had just become impossible as his orders had been to report to her on the walkway for a last-minute briefing ahead of joining the reception and dinner. And, to bring he completed questionnaire he was to have found in his (astonishingly palatial by the standards of a mere Lieutenant!) suite. Which he did, and when she led the way towards the clerks who would evaluate the inputs brought to them, he watched the older woman simply haul off on one of the clerks when he gave her an answer she hardly cared for, only to have the man he understood was their liaison to the Caldonians at all, correct the issue. And then, Charlie Fox herself went through, and then it was his own turn to face the examination of the Caldonian protocolists, and he offered the padd forward, feeling rather like a schoolboy turning in questionable homework.
tag Judith Eastman for protocol issues, softies to all others. "Soldier."The answer was almost honest. Joshua Niles was a soldier, a contemptible but necessary breed.
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Walkway to Universe Ballroom - Caldonia] Saya rubbed her bare arm and wished she'd brought a wrap. It might be a desert world, but the temperature inside the protective bubble certainly was cooler. She wasn't used to going bare-armed, but Kyo had helped her decide on this final option when she'd narrowed it down to three. They'd both liked the design on this one more than the others. Saya liked that it was simple and flowy. Her hair looked sleek from the front, but Saya had taken the time to put it up in an elaborate formal Bajoran style with many braids that twisted and curled around each other. Saya waited patiently in the line as each person handed over their questionnaire, keeping her thoughts to herself about this ridiculous part of the proceedings. Finally, it was her turn, and Saya stepped forward to had her PADD over to the clerk.\ The clerk looked at this one long and hard, thinking. The listing for her was clear, but her race made it complicated. Her ears, indicative of a Vulcan, spoke to a commitment to logic, which deserved a high caste, and yet her nose was evocative of the Bajorans, a Kurjarian-like group of religious primitives. He decided to split the difference. "Skilled worker."
{Spoiler}{Click for Judy's outfit} [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Universe Ballroom]As the Federation reps were processed one by one, the Captain's turn came. "Ruling class.""Thank you. And that slap, don't take it personally."The Caldonian clerk nodded, not used to being treated as more than a drone, and Judy moved on. She knew her entire time here would be spent putting out fires, started by the Caldonians, the Kurjarians, Charlie Fox, and especially Estelle. Even her attire was targeted to this goal, a gold-colored ball gown that made her into a shiny object that might distract, as needed, from the Honorable Judge's antics. Max assured her she was gorgeous enough to work the look. For now, seeing as Estelle had met her quota of mischief for the next minute or two, Judy approached Lt. Niles, who she feared might take his lowly caste assignment a little personally. "Take the opportunity, young man, talk to people. The workers might be the only ones here that say what they mean," she advised. Ms. Sh'qaleq, in the background, had definitely taken her caste assignment personally, but some things could not be helped.
Tag Joshua Niles , Ozu Saya [ T’Laara & Lt Shavan Th’zhaar - Universe Ballroom, Caldonia] [...] T’Laara was first to approach Charlie Fox, who she was also acquainted with and had been placed in the same caste moments earlier. She spared a glance around the ballroom that everyone seemed to be admiring. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? If not entirely to my taste.”[NPC - Yatin - Universe Ballroom]Other than Captain Eastman, who seemed to be slumming it with the low castes, it seemed the worthy Federationers were coming to their designated place, which would soon be sullied with at least one Kurjarian dignitary - at the Federation's insistence. Yatin himself walked towards Fox and those who have joined her. "This building is the crown jewel of Caldonia. Everything that makes our people who we are happens here," he said to the Vulcan who was admiring it, though hoping Ms. Fox would pick up on this opportunity. "I'd be honored to answer any questions you may have." [Charlie Fox - Universe Ballroom, Knowledge Building, Caldonia]"It is beautiful," Charlie agreed with T'Laara as she approached, Shavan in tow. She was pleased to see the two of them; familiar faces were always something of a comfort in these kind of unknown, tricky circumstances. And she knew from experience that she could say what she felt in their company. "But as strange as it might sound, I can't help but feel a bit unsettled when I look at it..."Her musings were interrupted by the Crocodile who joined them, the waft of cigar smoke accompanying him. She turned her body toward him, and her head tilted to one side as she gave him her full attention. When the carrot was dangled before her, she fell upon it with great appetite. "Interesting choice of words," she said in agreement, appreciating the sentiment that everything in that room contributed to who they were. "And who built it?" Her lips curled in a crocodile smile of her own.
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar , Judith Eastman (Yatin) [Hetav, Ex-Chief of Clan Relar - Universe Ballroom Entrance, Knowledge Building]Believing that there were many eyes on him, Hetav straightened his back and puffed out his chest. The effect was not quite what he thought in his mind; his paunch was stopping him from achieving the dashing, elegant poise that he was going for, but that didn't stop the Kurjarian from trying to emulate his Caldonian betters as much as he could. He plucked a rolled Cuban from his pocket, a gift from the every-generous Yatin, no less, and held it to his lips. He bit it, but didn't light it. They made him cough, which made the others laugh. At the words "skilled worker", he perked up. With a loping gait he made his way toward the mish-mash alien-looking woman. "A thousand million welcomes, fellow skilled worker!" He greeted, his yellow-toothed grin suggesting that he was pleased. He was neither skilled, nor a worker, in fact his caste was simply just 'Kurjarian', but he wanted to impress these newcomers and show them that even though he was Kurjarian, he could be just as well-to-do. "I am Hetav, former Chief of Clan Relar. I will be happy Kurjarian representative to you and your temporary caste."
Tag: Ozu Saya , softs to area. [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Universe Ballroom Entrance - Knowledge Building] Saya lifted an eyebrow at the clerk and nodded her understanding. She didn't truly care where they placed her. It was actually rather apropos with her non-commissioned background in Starfleet. She clasped her left wrist with the other hand to keep from continuing to rub her arms as she turned to enter the ballroom, only to come to a stop when she was approached by a rather gregarious Kurjarian. ' Greetings, Hetav,' Saya responded levelly. ' I am Ozu Saya, chief engineer.' She thought it would be best to give her title rather than rank under these circumstances. She wasn't certain if the Kurjarians would hold the same contempt for their military structure, but since they were out of uniform, it was just easier. ' I would be grateful for your guidance. I have little experience with caste systems, though my father's people on Bajor used to have one.' ---------- Soft tag Judith Eastman, tag Charlie Fox
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Feb 3, 2021 5:29:05 GMT
[ Lt Joshua Niles Walkway -> Universe Ballroom, Caldonia ]In all honesty, Niles had been hoping such a topic as the issue of Clan Leader Jeren would not arise at all, although he was fairly certain that so far as hopes went, he was bound to be disappointed. However, Captain Eastman was full of valuable wisdom, and while he did cherish a few doubts about the approach she was suggesting as it may come across as impolitic, at least it would help establish that he was not some jackbooted thug despite his caste assignment. And before he could answer, a Caldonian female approached, and waited for her turn, and when she spoke, the Lieutenant's eyes widened in surprise, before narrowing in anger, while he tried to master his face to mask shock turning to revulsion and anger. There was this woman, apparently giddy as hell, presenting him with a medal for having opened fire on Jeren. Calling him a hero, no less. That event, that was one he was not likely to forget all right; and at times he still rattled what had happened in his head, see what he could have done better, done differently, to get to a better resolution. And as he'd told the Old Lady, he stood by his decisions of that day... but that didn't mean he was entirely happy with how things had turned out. Looking between the piece of metal and its bearer, he did not reach for it. Instead, he kept his hands at his side. He could not accept this; not if the Kurjarians and lower Caldonian classes were to see Starfleet and the Federation anything other than a whole other caste of jackboots to step on their necks. And at the same time, he could not risk offending the Caldonians at large. Which left him with narrow options, and then, he found himself with an idea; the exact same one he'd used with Princess Victoria, no less, when she tried to have him become part of her court of all things. However, that did not mean he was not struggling not to sneer in disgust. "I am sorry, but I cannot accept this medal. Starfleet regulations prohibit me from accepting non-Federation decorations and awards without specific authorization from my commanding officer and approval from the Office of Honours and Awards. And that day, I was no hero, I did my duty no more and no less and I would have far preferred being able to end the situation without any more violence than had already occured; that, and I would have used the exact same course of action against anyone who would have acted the way the Clan Chief did that day."He had made a point to will his voice to remain flat and calm, however a single word had been stressed, to emphasize that Jeren's species had never factored in his decision-making... and it took him a great deal of willpower not to openly say he wouldn't have hesitated one second at shooting a Caldonian in the exact same circumstances. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Dato - Universe Ballroom]Judy maintained her poker face, holding in what clearly yearned to be a heavy sigh at Niles' stubbornness. Dato looked perplexed, on two counts. First, that this individual refused that honor, invoking his people's rules, and secondly, that a member of the soldier caste refused an instruction "I am to present this Soldier with a medal of valor for shooting Clan Chief Jeren," she repeated blankly, this time eyeing the Academic in the shiny dress to overrule the soldier. "We'll accept it," Judy answered, taking the medal and placing it in her clutch purse. Dato walked away, relieved at having finished the job, if disappointed in Niles the crappy hero. "Sometimes, it's better to avoid the confrontation," Judy advised. There was an old family anecdote she could use to illustrate the point. "My son, Lawrence, has a story he likes to tell, actually, to that effect. You see, when he started dating his now-wife, he still lived with us, so she'd pick him up from our place. Now, as a responsible mother, I don't let my kids leave my house without a sweater, even if it's a little warm outside. What he'd do, then, rather than argue with me, is take the sweater, and just stuff it in the trunk of the car when he was out of my sight. That way, everyone walked away happy," she recounted, teetering on the border of self-awareness. "The lesson here isn't that I'm easy to dupe, but that sometimes, if you can just make a little extra gesture, you can keep these things as small headaches, rather than letting them blow out of proportion."In this case, the small headache was having a slightly heavier purse.
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Feb 3, 2021 6:46:53 GMT
[Ens. Syl O'Connell - Caldonia - Walkway to Universe Ballroom]OutfitWell, this certainly wasn't what she had expected to be doing within days of arriving at her first post, but here she was. Everything about Caldonian architecture and interior decorating was extravagant, and as Syl followed the rest of the delegations down the walkway she felt sorely underdressed in her simple tailored black and white suit. As much as she loved wearing dresses, and would have felt much more comfortable standing in such a room wearing one, her mother would have never let her hear the end of it if she'd found out her daughter had attended a diplomatic function wearing such 'nonsense'. At least it seemed a few of the others in attendance hadn't been quite sure what to wear either, and their outfits ranged from simple like hers, to as extravagant as the Caldonians'. When she reached the clerk, she wordlessly handed them her questionnaire, with absolutely no idea what to expect from them. Everything had happened so quickly, the Ensign hadn't had time to do any research on the culture, but it was quite clear from the moment they began passing out assignments that their caste system functioned very differently from anything the Federation would consider valuable. Her fingers curled at her sides, nails scraping against each other soundlessly as she fought the urge to scratch the sudden itch beneath the pile of hair on the back on her head.
Tag Judith Eastman (clerk) [NPC - The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Universe Ballroom]Estelle left her breadstick for a moment, seeing one of the crew standing there looking a little lost. As she recognized this individual, Estelle approached her, walking with remarkable speed for someone so short (less than 1.50m) and with a cane. "You're the O'Connell kid, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically. "Some families, when they get these traditions and legacies, it's like castes of our own."In saying this, Estelle did not count the Roths, whose legacy of public service she viewed as a matter of shared values, but she did count the elitist, old-money Eastmans. Starfleet dynasties, like the O'Connells and the Ellises (Antoinette Ellis, in particular, being a friend of Estelle), were absolutely a caste, albeit a less annoying one than her son-in-law Jon Eastman's late parents.
Tag Syl O'Connell [Ens. Syl O'Connell - Caldonia - Walkway to Universe Ballroom]When given her assignment, Syl blinked, jaw dropping ever so slightly. Inferior academic. Even here, across the Quadrant from Earth, a species she'd never even encountered before this moment somehow knew about her failings. It was impossible, and infuriating. And perhaps she was entirely wrong. But she was tired of being described as 'inferior', 'washout', 'disappointing'. Without a word to the clerk, she sighed and turned to figure out which table to go to, everyone else from the team already separated off into groups who knew each other. This was always the problem being the new kid. People took awhile to warm up to you. At least they didn't whisper behind her back. The rhythmic click of a cane on the polished floor caught her attention, and the Ensign turned to see the judge had appeared beside her. "Yes, ma'am," she replied simply when asked if she was an O'Connell. She didn't recognize the elderly woman from the trial, but undoubtedly she had heard of it. Murder trials among cadets weren't exactly commonplace these days. Thankfully Judge Roth said nothing about any of that, and instead mentioned how being part of certain families was essentially like being in a caste as well. Yes... she could definitely see the comparison. "That's very true, ma'am," she replied with a small smile.
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Feb 3, 2021 11:56:01 GMT
[LCDR Matthew Harmon & Chief Baram - Universal Ballroom] Harmon wasn't sure what to think of Baram. He recognised Clan Kavar as the clan Jeren led. Presumably Jeren's incarceration had led to Baram succeeding him. He wondered what Jeren would have to say about negotiating with the Caldonians. Likely he would have opposed it, unless they had some leverage and ability to effect meaningful change, which didn't seem like the case here today. He was surprised that Kova had been assigned to the Kurjarian caste. He hadn't realised that they would be putting people in that category. However, it did potentially provide an opportunity for Kova to find out more about their situation. Unfortunately, that would mean he would need to work with Kova. Baram pondered Kova's words, about in some ways the Kurjarians being less oppressed. It was easy for someone who did not suffer under the apartheid-like system to philosophise, but for those who lived it they hardly felt free. Still, she seemed to have her heart in the right place. Maybe they'd made a Kurjarian out of her yet. "Perhaps," he nodded diplomatically. They were then approached by a Caldonian...an Academic based on his attire. "How can we help you?" he asked politely. He hated them and everything they had done to his people. But for now he had to play the part. The good tribesman. Civil and obedient. But one day they would have their moment, and their freedom. "I'm but a lowly manager, it would be my honour to converse with my betters," Harmon replied sarcastically, his arms folded.
Tag: Judith Eastman, Kova Sh'qaleq
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Feb 3, 2021 17:15:37 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Universe Ballroom, Knowledge Building, Caldonia]"It is beautiful," Charlie agreed with T'Laara as she approached, Shavan in tow. She was pleased to see the two of them; familiar faces were always something of a comfort in these kind of unknown, tricky circumstances. And she knew from experience that she could say what she felt in their company. "But as strange as it might sound, I can't help but feel a bit unsettled when I look at it..."Her musings were interrupted by the Crocodile who joined them, the waft of cigar smoke accompanying him. She turned her body toward him, and her head tilted to one side as she gave him her full attention. When the carrot was dangled before her, she fell upon it with great appetite. "Interesting choice of words," she said in agreement, appreciating the sentiment that everything in that room contributed to who they were. "And who built it?" Her lips curled in a crocodile smile of her own. [NPC - Yatin - Universe Ballroom]Yatin was, of course, not surprised, as he knew Charlie Fox would be a prickly fruit. "The Knowledge Building was built entirely using robots, about 300 of your years ago. It's very dangerous, as you know, to build scaffolding for workers this high above the ground," he seemed to evade the question, but in fact he wasn't evading, only bragging. "But I know you want to talk about the Kurjarians, so let's. You think we use them as slaves, because that's what Jeren tells you, but if you compare the so-called free tribesmen, to Kurjarian workers in our society, you can see that by joining their hands with the Caldonian Technocracy, the Kurjarians improve their lot dramatically. They have cities, with running water and EPS power systems, and stable roofs over their heads that don't fall apart in storms."There was a course for Caldonian diplomats in how to obfuscate when confronted about the Kurjarians, and Yatin had taught that course.
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[Ens. Syl O'Connell - Caldonia - Walkway to Universe Ballroom]When given her assignment, Syl blinked, jaw dropping ever so slightly. Inferior academic. Even here, across the Quadrant from Earth, a species she'd never even encountered before this moment somehow knew about her failings. It was impossible, and infuriating. And perhaps she was entirely wrong. But she was tired of being described as 'inferior', 'washout', 'disappointing'. Without a word to the clerk, she sighed and turned to figure out which table to go to, everyone else from the team already separated off into groups who knew each other. This was always the problem being the new kid. People took awhile to warm up to you. At least they didn't whisper behind her back. The rhythmic click of a cane on the polished floor caught her attention, and the Ensign turned to see the judge had appeared beside her. "Yes, ma'am," she replied simply when asked if she was an O'Connell. She didn't recognize the elderly woman from the trial, but undoubtedly she had heard of it. Murder trials among cadets weren't exactly commonplace these days. Thankfully Judge Roth said nothing about any of that, and instead mentioned how being part of certain families was essentially like being in a caste as well. Yes... she could definitely see the comparison. "That's very true, ma'am," she replied with a small smile. [NPC - The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Universe Ballroom]"'Your Honor', not 'Ma'am', Ensign. I am a judge, after all," The Honorable Judge corrected, insistent on the correct form of address. She had been 'Your Honor' for over 7 decades now, and she rather liked it. "What do you make of all this, young lady?"Estelle believed that the kids are the future, and her generation's time had run out. Not her time, but her generation's time. And nevermind that just as Sylvia O'Connell was "the kids", so was Judith Eastman-Williams.
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Feb 3, 2021 17:34:06 GMT
[Ens. Syl O'Connell - Caldonia - Walkway to Universe Ballroom]"My apologies, Your Honor," Syl replied to the correction with a polite dip of her head. So many titles and forms of address, and so many who preferred something other than what they were taught to use at the Academy. It was going to take some getting to. And the only time she had ever addressed a judge before this moment was as a witness in a trial, where the formality was obvious. This was a rather different scenario - thankfully. When the judge asked for her opinion on 'all this', Syl hesitated briefly. She didn't normally like forming opinions so quickly, though she likely better get used to it, because her first appointment with Admiral Ellis would be as soon as soon as they returned to the station. And her opinion was one of the few things the Admiral has specifically asked for. "The extravagance that seems to permeate every aspect of their society definitely tells a lot. It seems the Caldonians only want people to see what they want them to see. I'm curious how the caste system is decided. I doubt they make every citizen fill out a questionnaire, and how they insist on separating guests into those same castes is also worth taking note of." Perhaps that wasn't the type of opinion that Judge Roth was looking for, but it was all that came to the Ensign's mind at the moment.
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Feb 4, 2021 2:34:11 GMT
[ Ensign Neme, Medical (bio) | Universe Ballroom ]
It was wise of command to include representatives from all departments and specialties, and their selection of Neme was wise as well. Relative to Vulcans Neme was young, but by the numbers Neme had many more years of life experience than most of their colleagues of other species. That, and of all the species present, Vulcans had the longest history of successful inter-galactic diplomacy, not in least due to their people's commitment to perfectly controlled emotions. Even though the Caldonian caste system ultimately was not an effective way to organize a society (for dozens of reasons), it was logical to play the parts for this event in service of the greater good. Neme wore typical Vulcan formal dress: loose layered robes in earthy tones. Their hair was styled naturally as usual. 'Regular academic,' was the assigned caste which was among the options Neme had expected. "Tell me, is there movement between the castes," Neme asked of an appropriately casted Caldonian, "beyond the Trials?"
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Feb 4, 2021 2:56:32 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Universe Ballroom, Knowledge Building, Caldonia]"It is beautiful," Charlie agreed with T'Laara as she approached, Shavan in tow. She was pleased to see the two of them; familiar faces were always something of a comfort in these kind of unknown, tricky circumstances. And she knew from experience that she could say what she felt in their company. "But as strange as it might sound, I can't help but feel a bit unsettled when I look at it..."Her musings were interrupted by the Crocodile who joined them, the waft of cigar smoke accompanying him. She turned her body toward him, and her head tilted to one side as she gave him her full attention. When the carrot was dangled before her, she fell upon it with great appetite. "Interesting choice of words," she said in agreement, appreciating the sentiment that everything in that room contributed to who they were. "And who built it?" Her lips curled in a crocodile smile of her own. [NPC - Yatin - Universe Ballroom]Yatin was, of course, not surprised, as he knew Charlie Fox would be a prickly fruit. "The Knowledge Building was built entirely using robots, about 300 of your years ago. It's very dangerous, as you know, to build scaffolding for workers this high above the ground," he seemed to evade the question, but in fact he wasn't evading, only bragging. "But I know you want to talk about the Kurjarians, so let's. You think we use them as slaves, because that's what Jeren tells you, but if you compare the so-called free tribesmen, to Kurjarian workers in our society, you can see that by joining their hands with the Caldonian Technocracy, the Kurjarians improve their lot dramatically. They have cities, with running water and EPS power systems, and stable roofs over their heads that don't fall apart in storms."There was a course for Caldonian diplomats in how to obfuscate when confronted about the Kurjarians, and Yatin had taught that course. [Lt Shavan Th’zhaar & T’Laara - Universe Ballroom, Caldonia] One by one the rest of the delegation received their caste assignments, not all so fortunate as the pair of scientists. Meanwhile, T’Laara considered Charlie’s words as she looked around the extravagant ballroom. “I believe that for once, I understand the feeling.” Moments later they were approached by a Caldonian diplomat. "I see. It is an impressive feat of engineering, to be sure," she answered with stiff politeness. The beautiful city, and its technological marvels, did pull at Shavan's curiosity too. It just wasn’t enough. He had never met a Caldonian before this trip, but had very little regard for a society with so much prejudice and slavery. He had seen enough of both of those things. The Caldonian hadn’t spoken to directly him- no doubt it pained them to have to admit that someone of his species could be “academic”. So he cut in with a honeyed smile at Yatin. “And they would never have any of those things otherwise?”
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Feb 4, 2021 3:32:28 GMT
[Ens. Syl O'Connell - Caldonia - Walkway to Universe Ballroom]"My apologies, Your Honor," Syl replied to the correction with a polite dip of her head. So many titles and forms of address, and so many who preferred something other than what they were taught to use at the Academy. It was going to take some getting to. And the only time she had ever addressed a judge before this moment was as a witness in a trial, where the formality was obvious. This was a rather different scenario - thankfully. When the judge asked for her opinion on 'all this', Syl hesitated briefly. She didn't normally like forming opinions so quickly, though she likely better get used to it, because her first appointment with Admiral Ellis would be as soon as soon as they returned to the station. And her opinion was one of the few things the Admiral has specifically asked for. "The extravagance that seems to permeate every aspect of their society definitely tells a lot. It seems the Caldonians only want people to see what they want them to see. I'm curious how the caste system is decided. I doubt they make every citizen fill out a questionnaire, and how they insist on separating guests into those same castes is also worth taking note of." Perhaps that wasn't the type of opinion that Judge Roth was looking for, but it was all that came to the Ensign's mind at the moment. [NPC - The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Universe Ballroom]"The questionnaires are a pile of horseshit," Estelle proclaimed, rather bluntly. "Their real caste system has trials on top of trials, hoops and loops. This is about us bending the knee."The Judge walked back towards the table, motioning for the Ensign to come along. "I'd also think about the dome we're inside. Who gets in, who stays out."The ones staying out were the Kurjarians.
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[ Ensign Neme, Medical (bio) | Universe Ballroom ]
It was wise of command to include representatives from all departments and specialties, and their selection of Neme was wise as well. Relative to Vulcans Neme was young, but by the numbers Neme had many more years of life experience than most of their colleagues of other species. That, and of all the species present, Vulcans had the longest history of successful inter-galactic diplomacy, not in least due to their people's commitment to perfectly controlled emotions. Even though the Caldonian caste system ultimately was not an effective way to organize a society (for dozens of reasons), it was logical to play the parts for this event in service of the greater good. Neme wore typical Vulcan formal dress: loose layered robes in earthy tones. Their hair was styled naturally as usual. 'Regular academic,' was the assigned caste which was among the options Neme had expected. "Tell me, is there movement between the castes," Neme asked of an appropriately casted Caldonian, "beyond the Trials?" [NPC - Dato - Universe Ballroom]Dato, free of Niles the crappy hero, turned her attention to this new Academic that entered the room. "They wouldn't be castes if there was movement," she answered meekly. "Then they would be just like your human careers."Dato wasn't aware that Neme was a Vulcan, having failed to notice their ears.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Feb 4, 2021 5:34:38 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Dato - Universe Ballroom]Judy maintained her poker face, holding in what clearly yearned to be a heavy sigh at Niles' stubbornness. Dato looked perplexed, on two counts. First, that this individual refused that honor, invoking his people's rules, and secondly, that a member of the soldier caste refused an instruction "I am to present this Soldier with a medal of valor for shooting Clan Chief Jeren," she repeated blankly, this time eyeing the Academic in the shiny dress to overrule the soldier. "We'll accept it," Judy answered, taking the medal and placing it in her clutch purse. Dato walked away, relieved at having finished the job, if disappointed in Niles the crappy hero. "Sometimes, it's better to avoid the confrontation," Judy advised. There was an old family anecdote she could use to illustrate the point. "My son, Lawrence, has a story he likes to tell, actually, to that effect. You see, when he started dating his now-wife, he still lived with us, so she'd pick him up from our place. Now, as a responsible mother, I don't let my kids leave my house without a sweater, even if it's a little warm outside. What he'd do, then, rather than argue with me, is take the sweater, and just stuff it in the trunk of the car when he was out of my sight. That way, everyone walked away happy," she recounted, teetering on the border of self-awareness. "The lesson here isn't that I'm easy to dupe, but that sometimes, if you can just make a little extra gesture, you can keep these things as small headaches, rather than letting them blow out of proportion."In this case, the small headache was having a slightly heavier purse. [ Lt Joshua Niles Walkway -> Universe Ballroom, Caldonia ]
His stance might not have been the most diplomatic, no matter how hard he had tried to not spit out precisely what he thought about the Caldonian caste system, the way naked force was what was used to keep the lower castes from getting uppity, and just how disgusted he was that this woman was giddy just for meeting someone who'd shot a desperate man in a split-second life and death moment. However, it would seem that the orders that woman had been given were so inflexible, that 'no' was not an answer she could accept for she simply repeated herself, the words twisting the Lieutenant's stomach even more the second time he'd heard them. However, the Captain did come to his rescue and accepted the medal on his behalf... only to dump it in her purse. And then, she gave him more of her advice. So sometimes one had to go along to get along? He certainly understood that; hell, it was often the name of the game when one was choosing to wear the uniform. However, there were times when such was simply too unpalatable. "Captain, I..."Niles took a deep breath. He was getting flustered, and unfortunately this was not an event he could run away from to go and get hammered with a certain journalist, or go hide on the Bridge to take the watch. He was stuck dirtside until the job was done. "Just... thank you. At least now they're happy it's been accepted, and I'm not going to be paraded like some prize goat with that chunk of metal on my coat; which is the last thing we need if we mean to convince the Kurjarians and... lower castes that Starfleet isn't just some imported jackboots for the Caldonians."Slowly, he shook his head. He had no idea what course of action would be best at this time, especially since retreat was not an option. "Any suggestions, before I head to my table and deal with my... fellow soldier-caste, Ma'am?"
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Jonathan Hunt
Medical
[TI34]
Posts: 66 Likes: 1
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Species: Human
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Post by Jonathan Hunt on Feb 4, 2021 16:13:46 GMT
[Universe Ballroom – Knowledge Building – Caldonia] Johnathan Hunt entered the building a little later than anticipated. It took him a while to wear something casual as he was looking forward to wearing his dress whites. The benefit of a uniform is that he did not have to worry about the fashion and how much it has changed over the years. As he entered the building, he tried to remember everything. For the last couple of days, he tried to study the different races and political situations in preparation for the mission, especially about the Caledonians. The man kept quiet as he was unsure about himself. He was still in the process of learning different patients’ medical charts and allergic reactions if he needed to do emergency surgery in the away team. The man walked into the room and observed multiple people having conversations. He wondered for a second why he was assigned for this mission. He then realized that there were not many Medical Doctors with some knowledge in politics on paper he might be a good fit. However, the reality was different. He was not the same person rather the universe changed, and he has not. A waitress came by and offered what looked like a drink, and Jonathan politely declined. He had no idea what that drink was, and he was also on duty. He was relieved he highly doubted that either his skills as a surgeon or politics would be needed. First, he highly doubted anything bad would happen in a diplomatic incident, and this might be a way to ease him back in service. Second, his political skills would be subpar to everyone else. He looked at individuals and headed to the Clerk. He gave him the questionnaire that included his background and the field of medicine. He appreciated the irony that on paper is Medical License Number was old by Federation Standards. He handed the PADD and waited for his assigned. Indirectly he hoped that it was not vital for the mission.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Feb 4, 2021 17:21:04 GMT
[LCDR Matthew Harmon & Chief Baram - Universal Ballroom] Harmon wasn't sure what to think of Baram. He recognised Clan Kavar as the clan Jeren led. Presumably Jeren's incarceration had led to Baram succeeding him. He wondered what Jeren would have to say about negotiating with the Caldonians. Likely he would have opposed it, unless they had some leverage and ability to effect meaningful change, which didn't seem like the case here today. He was surprised that Kova had been assigned to the Kurjarian caste. He hadn't realised that they would be putting people in that category. However, it did potentially provide an opportunity for Kova to find out more about their situation. Unfortunately, that would mean he would need to work with Kova. Baram pondered Kova's words, about in some ways the Kurjarians being less oppressed. It was easy for someone who did not suffer under the apartheid-like system to philosophise, but for those who lived it they hardly felt free. Still, she seemed to have her heart in the right place. Maybe they'd made a Kurjarian out of her yet. "Perhaps," he nodded diplomatically. They were then approached by a Caldonian...an Academic based on his attire. "How can we help you?" he asked politely. He hated them and everything they had done to his people. But for now he had to play the part. The good tribesman. Civil and obedient. But one day they would have their moment, and their freedom. "I'm but a lowly manager, it would be my honour to converse with my betters," Harmon replied sarcastically, his arms folded. [NPC - Ad-Ass Xoteak - Universe Ballroom]Xoteak had expected this kind of reaction, but it hurt him nonetheless. "I'm a dissident, gentlemen," he whispered. "I'm also the liaison for Starfleet's shrew-release mission, which means I can help you hide it, if you send someone extra along. You can chronicle the mines, the slums, all the horrors, and show the Federation how bad it is for Chief Baram's people."From there, the politics would take hold. In an election year, the Federation President would have to retaliate against the Caldonians to save his own ass.
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