Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
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Post by Judith Eastman on Feb 11, 2021 0:29:42 GMT
[Chief Baram - Research Boulevard]
While there were a decent number of Kurjarians who lived in the great domed cities of Caldonia, mainly in the dirty low skilled jobs, the apartheid laws of the Technocracy meant they were still barred from entering certain buildings and even entire sections of the city without permission. Usually the district Research Boulevard was in was off limits, however Baram and his two companions were given an exemption for todays negotiations. They were still not allowed into the hotel itself, however. The trio of Kurjarians had been waiting outside for about half an hour for the tour to begin. "Good morning, Captain," he said as the group emerged. He looked at Yaltin but did not address him, as was custom for a Kurjarian in the presence of a High Academic.
[Lobby Ambassador Hotel --> Research Blv.] Jonathan did not have much to say to the rest of the team before they departed. Some new people joined at the last minute, but it was clear with his Medical Pack that he was Medical personnel. He observed the individual named Yatin, the one that hosted the dinner the night before. He observed how he was asked many questions about the caste system and how unfair it is. Some members in the Federation have class and caste systems; however, the rigidity of this one might be an issue. In the back of his mind, he wondered how does this affect their Medical Infrastructure. He hypnotized that the closest analogy that he could come up with was some of the countries in ancient earth that had a fractured Medical Infrastructure where there was care for many individuals. Still, the classes and wealth were a major factor in determining the quality and state of the art care. He figured that this would be discussed at some point, but the wheels were turning in the back of his mind. As he walked out of the hotel, he observed how bright it was outside. He would have loved to wear sunglasses. He heard the Captain’s comment about her choice of wearing sunscreen. He watched the Captain, and she placed her sunglasses on. He observed the Skyscrapers and the illumination, and for a second, he was blinded by how bright it was. It took a second for his eyes to adjust and observe that they were heavily leaning pedestrian society. His theory would be that they are heavily leaning towards a Transporter society, but he could be mistaken. “ Agreed, Captain.” He responded to her statement about the sunblock. “ May I say that it was also a good idea to bring those Sunglasses?” He asked. He was not sure how formal the Captain wanted to be, or his role would be. At so he would be formal and do his duties. He muttered to himself, “They would have been a huge fan of the lens flare generator era.” “ Captain, may I give you a question for the Delegation? I don’t want to speak out of place, and more importantly, since I am a skilled worker, there is a possibility that any question from a skilled worker to an Academic might be offensive, which is not in the best interest of the mission”. Hunt commented. As much as he wanted to ask about the transportation infrastructure, he understood that appearance and diplomacy matters a lot in politics. The mission comes first before his intellectual curiosity. The second delegation's arrival and the lack of comment reinforced Hunt’s theory that he might be right. The Prime Directive meant it was not their place to change their custom and norms. He merely needed to follow them. He bows a greeting to the second delegation as a sign of him accepting the question. [Hetav, Ex-Chief of Clan Relar - Ambassador Hotel > Research Blvd.]The wheezing was not quiet. The overweight, middle-aged former clan chief was sweating profusely and his chest was heaving as he flung himself from the hotel lobby and out into the bright streets. Seeing the back of the departing group, he grunted, rolled his eyes, and legged it after them. "Ex... cuse... me!" He breathed heavily, his arm flying out to grasp the nearest group member in effort to steady himself. He leaned over, hands on his knees and tried to get his breath back. "A thousand..." Ragged breath in, short breath out. "Apologies." Yatin was saying something about the labs, and a few of the others were engaged in several conversations. He grinned broadly at them as he tried to straighten up. Hetav had partaken a little too much in the celebrations the night previous. He'd eaten not only his own dinner, but several others', too. He didn't see the harm; they'd all walked out and left it behind. Kurjarians would never dare to be so wasteful when presented with such a bounty. He'd been disturbed. So disturbed, in fact, that he'd enjoyed every single helping of abandoned dessert. Unfortunately, that had resulted in a food coma, which his wife had been unable to stir him from for quite some time. "Ah, greetings fellow Skilled Worker," he said to the not-hunter from the day before. Then, catching sight of his favourite chief engineer, he approached her. One last intact bead of sweat dripped from his bulbous nose. "Allow me to escort you!" [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Research Blvd, Caldonia]Judy nodded to Chief Baram and his group. "Good morning," she said with a polite, but sincere, smile, before turning to Hunt. "You can ask the question yourself, doctor. I'll deal with the consequences, if there are any," she told him. It wouldn't do to let Yatin walk all over them all the time, would it? Assorted Caldonian civilians traversing the boulevard seemed to look at the group from time to time, evidently not used to seeing so many foreigners, and certainly not used to seeing Kurjarians around here. They almost seemed to scurry away, in fact. [NPC - Yatin & The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Research Blvd, Caldonia]Yatin held both Baram (in general, for who he was and what he stood for) and Hetav (for obvious reasons) in some level of contempt, but his smile hid that. "Gentlemen, so good of you to join us!" he exclaimed, making a show of treating them with respect they hadn't earned, for the Starfleeters to see. Speaking of, they seemed awfully shy. "I can answer any of your questions, all of you," he offered. Estelle, her now-tinted transition lenses concealing her judging glare, took this as a challenge. "Who can access this part of the city?" she asked. "Anyone who has business here, can go here. Most of the Academics do, because they work in these hallowed halls," Yatin answered, slip sliding away from the unpleasant truth of segregation.
Tag Jonathan Hunt , Matthew Harmon (Baram), Charlie Fox (Hetav), open Joshua Niles , Ozu Saya , Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara)
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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 11, 2021 13:44:29 GMT
[Chief Baram - Research Boulevard]
Baram rolled his eyes as Hetav made his flustered and late appearance. He was an embarrassment, nay a disgrace to the Kurjarian people. And yet, the calm and calculating Chief Baram knew he had to tolerate him. For now at least. One day he would get his due. Yatlin responded with the usual polite and charming façade he put on for outsiders, but Baram knew he felt contempt for him. Certainly the feeling was mutual. Baram detested being here, but he knew it was necessary. The Federation liked being wooed, shown that everyone is trying to get along and be civil. If the Kurjarians did not show up, or worse only people like Hetav appeared, they would be viewed poorly by the Federation. Even though this summit was unlikely to yield any tangible progress for the Kurjarians, it was necessary for them to keep up the appearance of being constructive if they wanted any chance of any kind of Federation support. Yaltin's deft dancing around the realities of segreation made Baram's blood boil. He couldn't help but interject. "Indeed, it is rare for my kind to be here. These hallowed halls are no place for someone like me," he added, his tone making it clear what he thought of the arrangement, unlike the sycophantic and self-loathing Hetav who gleefully extolled the 'virtues' of the system. Every now and then as slightly uncomfortable, racist, Caldonians glanced at the group of foreigners and Kurjarians, Baram would shoot back a look of some sort when Yaltin wasn't looking. An intimidating stare, or sometimes an unsettling smile. Watching them scurry away in fear from the scary tribesman gave him some sort of perverse amusement. It was the little jabs and mocking that he occasionally managed to get in that helped him stomach these sorts of visits to the capital.
Tag: Judith Eastman, soft tag all
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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 11, 2021 14:05:44 GMT
[ T'Laara - Ambassador Hotel Lobby -> Research Boulevard] T’Laara nodded to the human man who had returned her greeting- Lieutenant Niles, if she remembered correctly. However, before she could attempt to engage him in conversation, he was called away, and she was approached by Chief Ozu. She turned to the other Vulcan woman as she formally thanked her for helping with the Caldonian shrews. T’Laara inclined her head in acceptance. “Thank you. I was simply doing what I could to help. It was logical thing to do, should I wish to remain residing on the station as normal. However, it has been an interesting experience working with the shrews.” she replied, getting up and walking next to her as the group started to leave the hotel. There had been no way to anticipate the chain of events that had started with an ordinary day in the park and ended up here. Nevertheless, she did appreciate the gesture. “If thanks are being given, we should also all be thanking you for organizing the repairs as efficiently as you have.”The group departed the hotel and steeped out onto Research Boulevard. T'Laara looked around with interest, impressed at the beautiful city around them. tag Ozu Saya , soft tag everyone [Hetav, Ex-Chief of Clan Relar - Ambassador Hotel > Research Blvd.]The wheezing was not quiet. The overweight, middle-aged former clan chief was sweating profusely and his chest was heaving as he flung himself from the hotel lobby and out into the bright streets. Seeing the back of the departing group, he grunted, rolled his eyes, and legged it after them. "Ex... cuse... me!" He breathed heavily, his arm flying out to grasp the nearest group member in effort to steady himself. He leaned over, hands on his knees and tried to get his breath back. "A thousand..." Ragged breath in, short breath out. "Apologies." Yatin was saying something about the labs, and a few of the others were engaged in several conversations. He grinned broadly at them as he tried to straighten up. Hetav had partaken a little too much in the celebrations the night previous. He'd eaten not only his own dinner, but several others', too. He didn't see the harm; they'd all walked out and left it behind. Kurjarians would never dare to be so wasteful when presented with such a bounty. He'd been disturbed. So disturbed, in fact, that he'd enjoyed every single helping of abandoned dessert. Unfortunately, that had resulted in a food coma, which his wife had been unable to stir him from for quite some time. "Ah, greetings fellow Skilled Worker," he said to the not-hunter from the day before. Then, catching sight of his favourite chief engineer, he approached her. One last intact bead of sweat dripped from his bulbous nose. "Allow me to escort you!"
Tags: All, soft. Jonathan Hunt , Ozu Saya , Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara). [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Research Blvd.] Well, this conversation is going much better than most I've had with Vulcans, Saya thought as she dipped her head in acknowledgment of T'Laara's returned thanks. It has been a challenging endeavor. Particularly as such disasters seem to occur with concerning frequency.Before she could say anything further, the Kurjarian from the previous evening made an appearance, and Saya raised a brow in concern. Hetav seemed on the verge of collapse. She would keep an eye on him and call the doctor over if he didn't make some recovery as they walked. If you wish, she said mildly in response to his offer of an escort. May I introduce T'Laara? She is a scientist aboard our station and was integral in our being able to capture and return the shrews to Caldonia.---------- Tag Shavan Th'zhaar and Charlie Fox
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Jonathan Hunt
Medical
[TI34]
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Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Species: Human
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Post by Jonathan Hunt on Feb 11, 2021 19:24:04 GMT
[ Research Blv.] Hunt finished his inquiry to see if he could ask questions when he observed a familiar face come out. It was his fellow skilled worker which he had the honor of sitting with him yesterday evening. He appeared to be running a little late. He also appeared not to be looking as sharp as yesterday evening. As he greeted him, Hunt politely bowed. “ Greetings, Fellow Skilled Workers. I hope last night was entertaining and enjoyable for you,” Hunt said as he greeted him with a sort of a smile. He observed Lt. Niles, an individual that he only knew on paper. He was tempted to introduce him to his fellow skill worker, but he was unsure if he would have liked the situation and be placed in the spotlight again. He listened to the Captain as she implored to ask the question himself. He did not know if it was wise for him to ask the question, especially his caste system position. However, he could also see the wisdom in taking risks and showing that maybe their caste system is not perfect and might not evaluate individuals correctly. Hunt was quick to observe that even though it was friendly, there was some hidden conflict between them. The details, or if it was personal or professional or caste-related, was something that he could not know. His instinct and observations of individuals are something that has not changed in 50 years. “ Excuse me, Mr. Yatin. Doctor Hunt, skilled worker,” The man said, bringing attention to himself. He raised his hand to grab more attention. For a second, he felt like he was a reporter in the news conference waiting to be called. “I observed your Transportation systems and observed the big sidewalks and limited speeders. So, I assume you have high pedestrian traffic in the area. What is your primary mode of Transportation, albeit Transporter, Shuttle, or Speeders? Do you have a centralized system or a regional system? Can we see the data numbers for this?” Hunt inquired. He did not approach the Caste system, but it would be easy to see the correlation between benefits and caste systems if it varies by region. By having data or medical and transportation systems, he would see the truth of how the system works. He was expecting politicians to put their best face forward; on the other hand, the data would tell them the truth. He wondered how the academics would react to a question by a skilled worker. The dice were cast, and it would be interesting to see their response. He did not expect to have the numbers with him, but it was telling to see how much they are willing to part it. Tag Judith Eastman Charlie Fox
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Post by Kaya Som on Feb 12, 2021 2:37:35 GMT
[ Ensign Neme, Medical (Regular Academic) (bio) ]Last night following the banquet, Neme had observed impassively while their non-Vulcan colleagues 'vented'. The caste system offended core cultural values and some were incensed at the apparent arbitrary nature of their cast assignments. It was natural and important process for their emotional health, to verbally process and air out all the things they would have liked to say. It was a very loud excercise, but ultimately would serve to prevent diplomatic incidents the following day. Someone who did not seem to require venting in order to function was Judge Roth; she had acquired the age and prestige her culture required to tolerate direct communication. Unconventional but effective diplomacy, a helpful contrast to her simmering crew. Neme followed along making notes on a PADD. "I would like to see the medical laboratories," they said. "In particular the work your doctors are doing with sleep therapies."
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
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Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
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Post by Joshua Niles on Feb 12, 2021 3:31:40 GMT
{Click for quoted posts} [Chief Baram - Research Boulevard]
While there were a decent number of Kurjarians who lived in the great domed cities of Caldonia, mainly in the dirty low skilled jobs, the apartheid laws of the Technocracy meant they were still barred from entering certain buildings and even entire sections of the city without permission. Usually the district Research Boulevard was in was off limits, however Baram and his two companions were given an exemption for todays negotiations. They were still not allowed into the hotel itself, however. The trio of Kurjarians had been waiting outside for about half an hour for the tour to begin. "Good morning, Captain," he said as the group emerged. He looked at Yaltin but did not address him, as was custom for a Kurjarian in the presence of a High Academic.
[Lobby Ambassador Hotel --> Research Blv.] Jonathan did not have much to say to the rest of the team before they departed. Some new people joined at the last minute, but it was clear with his Medical Pack that he was Medical personnel. He observed the individual named Yatin, the one that hosted the dinner the night before. He observed how he was asked many questions about the caste system and how unfair it is. Some members in the Federation have class and caste systems; however, the rigidity of this one might be an issue. In the back of his mind, he wondered how does this affect their Medical Infrastructure. He hypnotized that the closest analogy that he could come up with was some of the countries in ancient earth that had a fractured Medical Infrastructure where there was care for many individuals. Still, the classes and wealth were a major factor in determining the quality and state of the art care. He figured that this would be discussed at some point, but the wheels were turning in the back of his mind. As he walked out of the hotel, he observed how bright it was outside. He would have loved to wear sunglasses. He heard the Captain’s comment about her choice of wearing sunscreen. He watched the Captain, and she placed her sunglasses on. He observed the Skyscrapers and the illumination, and for a second, he was blinded by how bright it was. It took a second for his eyes to adjust and observe that they were heavily leaning pedestrian society. His theory would be that they are heavily leaning towards a Transporter society, but he could be mistaken. “ Agreed, Captain.” He responded to her statement about the sunblock. “ May I say that it was also a good idea to bring those Sunglasses?” He asked. He was not sure how formal the Captain wanted to be, or his role would be. At so he would be formal and do his duties. He muttered to himself, “They would have been a huge fan of the lens flare generator era.” “ Captain, may I give you a question for the Delegation? I don’t want to speak out of place, and more importantly, since I am a skilled worker, there is a possibility that any question from a skilled worker to an Academic might be offensive, which is not in the best interest of the mission”. Hunt commented. As much as he wanted to ask about the transportation infrastructure, he understood that appearance and diplomacy matters a lot in politics. The mission comes first before his intellectual curiosity. The second delegation's arrival and the lack of comment reinforced Hunt’s theory that he might be right. The Prime Directive meant it was not their place to change their custom and norms. He merely needed to follow them. He bows a greeting to the second delegation as a sign of him accepting the question. [Hetav, Ex-Chief of Clan Relar - Ambassador Hotel > Research Blvd.]The wheezing was not quiet. The overweight, middle-aged former clan chief was sweating profusely and his chest was heaving as he flung himself from the hotel lobby and out into the bright streets. Seeing the back of the departing group, he grunted, rolled his eyes, and legged it after them. "Ex... cuse... me!" He breathed heavily, his arm flying out to grasp the nearest group member in effort to steady himself. He leaned over, hands on his knees and tried to get his breath back. "A thousand..." Ragged breath in, short breath out. "Apologies." Yatin was saying something about the labs, and a few of the others were engaged in several conversations. He grinned broadly at them as he tried to straighten up. Hetav had partaken a little too much in the celebrations the night previous. He'd eaten not only his own dinner, but several others', too. He didn't see the harm; they'd all walked out and left it behind. Kurjarians would never dare to be so wasteful when presented with such a bounty. He'd been disturbed. So disturbed, in fact, that he'd enjoyed every single helping of abandoned dessert. Unfortunately, that had resulted in a food coma, which his wife had been unable to stir him from for quite some time. "Ah, greetings fellow Skilled Worker," he said to the not-hunter from the day before. Then, catching sight of his favourite chief engineer, he approached her. One last intact bead of sweat dripped from his bulbous nose. "Allow me to escort you!" [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Research Blvd, Caldonia]Judy nodded to Chief Baram and his group. "Good morning," she said with a polite, but sincere, smile, before turning to Hunt. "You can ask the question yourself, doctor. I'll deal with the consequences, if there are any," she told him. It wouldn't do to let Yatin walk all over them all the time, would it? Assorted Caldonian civilians traversing the boulevard seemed to look at the group from time to time, evidently not used to seeing so many foreigners, and certainly not used to seeing Kurjarians around here. They almost seemed to scurry away, in fact. [NPC - Yatin & The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Research Blvd, Caldonia]Yatin held both Baram (in general, for who he was and what he stood for) and Hetav (for obvious reasons) in some level of contempt, but his smile hid that. "Gentlemen, so good of you to join us!" he exclaimed, making a show of treating them with respect they hadn't earned, for the Starfleeters to see. Speaking of, they seemed awfully shy. "I can answer any of your questions, all of you," he offered. Estelle, her now-tinted transition lenses concealing her judging glare, took this as a challenge. "Who can access this part of the city?" she asked. "Anyone who has business here, can go here. Most of the Academics do, because they work in these hallowed halls," Yatin answered, slip sliding away from the unpleasant truth of segregation.
Tag Jonathan Hunt , Matthew Harmon (Baram), Charlie Fox (Hetav), open Joshua Niles , Ozu Saya , Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara) [Chief Baram - Research Boulevard]
Baram rolled his eyes as Hetav made his flustered and late appearance. He was an embarrassment, nay a disgrace to the Kurjarian people. And yet, the calm and calculating Chief Baram knew he had to tolerate him. For now at least. One day he would get his due. Yatlin responded with the usual polite and charming façade he put on for outsiders, but Baram knew he felt contempt for him. Certainly the feeling was mutual. Baram detested being here, but he knew it was necessary. The Federation liked being wooed, shown that everyone is trying to get along and be civil. If the Kurjarians did not show up, or worse only people like Hetav appeared, they would be viewed poorly by the Federation. Even though this summit was unlikely to yield any tangible progress for the Kurjarians, it was necessary for them to keep up the appearance of being constructive if they wanted any chance of any kind of Federation support. Yaltin's deft dancing around the realities of segreation made Baram's blood boil. He couldn't help but interject. "Indeed, it is rare for my kind to be here. These hallowed halls are no place for someone like me," he added, his tone making it clear what he thought of the arrangement, unlike the sycophantic and self-loathing Hetav who gleefully extolled the 'virtues' of the system. Every now and then as slightly uncomfortable, racist, Caldonians glanced at the group of foreigners and Kurjarians, Baram would shoot back a look of some sort when Yaltin wasn't looking. An intimidating stare, or sometimes an unsettling smile. Watching them scurry away in fear from the scary tribesman gave him some sort of perverse amusement. It was the little jabs and mocking that he occasionally managed to get in that helped him stomach these sorts of visits to the capital.
Tag: Judith Eastman , soft tag all [ T'Laara - Ambassador Hotel Lobby -> Research Boulevard] T’Laara nodded to the human man who had returned her greeting- Lieutenant Niles, if she remembered correctly. However, before she could attempt to engage him in conversation, he was called away, and she was approached by Chief Ozu. She turned to the other Vulcan woman as she formally thanked her for helping with the Caldonian shrews. T’Laara inclined her head in acceptance. “Thank you. I was simply doing what I could to help. It was logical thing to do, should I wish to remain residing on the station as normal. However, it has been an interesting experience working with the shrews.” she replied, getting up and walking next to her as the group started to leave the hotel. There had been no way to anticipate the chain of events that had started with an ordinary day in the park and ended up here. Nevertheless, she did appreciate the gesture. “If thanks are being given, we should also all be thanking you for organizing the repairs as efficiently as you have.”The group departed the hotel and steeped out onto Research Boulevard. T'Laara looked around with interest, impressed at the beautiful city around them. tag Ozu Saya , soft tag everyone [Hetav, Ex-Chief of Clan Relar - Ambassador Hotel > Research Blvd.]The wheezing was not quiet. The overweight, middle-aged former clan chief was sweating profusely and his chest was heaving as he flung himself from the hotel lobby and out into the bright streets. Seeing the back of the departing group, he grunted, rolled his eyes, and legged it after them. "Ex... cuse... me!" He breathed heavily, his arm flying out to grasp the nearest group member in effort to steady himself. He leaned over, hands on his knees and tried to get his breath back. "A thousand..." Ragged breath in, short breath out. "Apologies." Yatin was saying something about the labs, and a few of the others were engaged in several conversations. He grinned broadly at them as he tried to straighten up. Hetav had partaken a little too much in the celebrations the night previous. He'd eaten not only his own dinner, but several others', too. He didn't see the harm; they'd all walked out and left it behind. Kurjarians would never dare to be so wasteful when presented with such a bounty. He'd been disturbed. So disturbed, in fact, that he'd enjoyed every single helping of abandoned dessert. Unfortunately, that had resulted in a food coma, which his wife had been unable to stir him from for quite some time. "Ah, greetings fellow Skilled Worker," he said to the not-hunter from the day before. Then, catching sight of his favourite chief engineer, he approached her. One last intact bead of sweat dripped from his bulbous nose. "Allow me to escort you!"
Tags: All, soft. Jonathan Hunt , Ozu Saya , Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara). [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Research Blvd.] Well, this conversation is going much better than most I've had with Vulcans, Saya thought as she dipped her head in acknowledgment of T'Laara's returned thanks. It has been a challenging endeavor. Particularly as such disasters seem to occur with concerning frequency.Before she could say anything further, the Kurjarian from the previous evening made an appearance, and Saya raised a brow in concern. Hetav seemed on the verge of collapse. She would keep an eye on him and call the doctor over if he didn't make some recovery as they walked. If you wish, she said mildly in response to his offer of an escort. May I introduce T'Laara? She is a scientist aboard our station and was integral in our being able to capture and return the shrews to Caldonia.---------- Tag Shavan Th'zhaar and Charlie Fox [ Research Blv.] Hunt finished his inquiry to see if he could ask questions when he observed a familiar face come out. It was his fellow skilled worker which he had the honor of sitting with him yesterday evening. He appeared to be running a little late. He also appeared not to be looking as sharp as yesterday evening. As he greeted him, Hunt politely bowed. “ Greetings, Fellow Skilled Workers. I hope last night was entertaining and enjoyable for you,” Hunt said as he greeted him with a sort of a smile. He observed Lt. Niles, an individual that he only knew on paper. He was tempted to introduce him to his fellow skill worker, but he was unsure if he would have liked the situation and be placed in the spotlight again. He listened to the Captain as she implored to ask the question himself. He did not know if it was wise for him to ask the question, especially his caste system position. However, he could also see the wisdom in taking risks and showing that maybe their caste system is not perfect and might not evaluate individuals correctly. Hunt was quick to observe that even though it was friendly, there was some hidden conflict between them. The details, or if it was personal or professional or caste-related, was something that he could not know. His instinct and observations of individuals are something that has not changed in 50 years. “ Excuse me, Mr. Yatin. Doctor Hunt, skilled worker,” The man said, bringing attention to himself. He raised his hand to grab more attention. For a second, he felt like he was a reporter in the news conference waiting to be called. “I observed your Transportation systems and observed the big sidewalks and limited speeders. So, I assume you have high pedestrian traffic in the area. What is your primary mode of Transportation, albeit Transporter, Shuttle, or Speeders? Do you have a centralized system or a regional system? Can we see the data numbers for this?” Hunt inquired. He did not approach the Caste system, but it would be easy to see the correlation between benefits and caste systems if it varies by region. By having data or medical and transportation systems, he would see the truth of how the system works. He was expecting politicians to put their best face forward; on the other hand, the data would tell them the truth. He wondered how the academics would react to a question by a skilled worker. The dice were cast, and it would be interesting to see their response. He did not expect to have the numbers with him, but it was telling to see how much they are willing to part it. Tag Judith Eastman Charlie Fox [ Ensign Neme, Medical (Regular Academic) (bio) ]Last night following the banquet, Neme had observed impassively while their non-Vulcan colleagues 'vented'. The caste system offended core cultural values and some were incensed at the apparent arbitrary nature of their cast assignments. It was natural and important process for their emotional health, to verbally process and air out all the things they would have liked to say. It was a very loud excercise, but ultimately would serve to prevent diplomatic incidents the following day. Someone who did not seem to require venting in order to function was Judge Roth; she had acquired the age and prestige her culture required to tolerate direct communication. Unconventional but effective diplomacy, a helpful contrast to her simmering crew. Neme followed along making notes on a PADD. "I would like to see the medical laboratories," they said. "In particular the work your doctors are doing with sleep therapies." [ Lt Joshua Niles - Research Blvd, Caldonia ]While not clearly told that also applied to him, Niles found himself keenly aware that the Captain had pretty much encompassed the entire delegation when she said that all were free to speak as they saw fit, within reason, of course. And while the Caldonian society did disgust him on so many levels, the Tactical Officer did wonder a number of things about it. And, well, he certainly would not mind putting some interesting ideas in some heads as well. And perhaps challenge a few notions while he was out there. Hell, if they were of the man he was just some jackbooted thug whose only skill lay in shooting troublesome Kurjarians, he would throw them for a loop if he could. And, he expected his own question might rise some eyebrows. "Mister Yatin, I have some questions with regards to advancement within your culture, and in particular within your spacegoing service. First of all, is the caste system hereditary as it is in many places? Or does anyone have the potential to reach the highest levels regardless of what caste their parents may have belonged to? And conversely, do individuals born to higher castes have to worry about finding themselves at the lowest rungs of your society, or do they enjoy a degree of protection in that regard? As for spacegoing service, can anyone hope to advance as high as they might, or is career advancement, and access to more advanced training in order to take on higher levels of responsibility, capped based on individuals' caste? And if so, how do you maintain morale and motivation when your personnel knows there is a glass ceiling they have no hope of ever breaking through in the pursuit of self-improvement?"Of course, asking those questions to an individual at the very pinnacle of a society built upon the systemic oppression of large underclasses might not yield anything of any real worth, and he expected some of the answers he might get would be along the lines of motivation driving from the lash and accepting one's lot on pain of violence... However, just as he was certain no one had bothered reading his questionnaire, he expected they might just be expecting him to be some meathead who was only good for pulling a trigger...
Tag Judith Eastman, softies to others.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Post by Judith Eastman on Feb 12, 2021 4:12:24 GMT
[ Ensign Neme, Medical (Regular Academic) (bio) ]Last night following the banquet, Neme had observed impassively while their non-Vulcan colleagues 'vented'. The caste system offended core cultural values and some were incensed at the apparent arbitrary nature of their cast assignments. It was natural and important process for their emotional health, to verbally process and air out all the things they would have liked to say. It was a very loud excercise, but ultimately would serve to prevent diplomatic incidents the following day. Someone who did not seem to require venting in order to function was Judge Roth; she had acquired the age and prestige her culture required to tolerate direct communication. Unconventional but effective diplomacy, a helpful contrast to her simmering crew. Neme followed along making notes on a PADD. "I would like to see the medical laboratories," they said. "In particular the work your doctors are doing with sleep therapies." [NPC - Yatin & The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Research Blvd, Caldonia]Yatin looked at the Vulcan who asked the question with his diplomatic smile. "Normally, we don't give tours of the labs, so the academics can focus on their important work, but I'll see if I can make an exception for you," he offered generously. On his order as a High Academic, anything could be interrupted, but he was demonstrating his chivalry here. Or rather, one of his aides was, tapping relentlessly at a data slate. [ Lt Joshua Niles - Research Blvd, Caldonia ]While not clearly told that also applied to him, Niles found himself keenly aware that the Captain had pretty much encompassed the entire delegation when she said that all were free to speak as they saw fit, within reason, of course. And while the Caldonian society did disgust him on so many levels, the Tactical Officer did wonder a number of things about it. And, well, he certainly would not mind putting some interesting ideas in some heads as well. And perhaps challenge a few notions while he was out there. Hell, if they were of the man he was just some jackbooted thug whose only skill lay in shooting troublesome Kurjarians, he would throw them for a loop if he could. And, he expected his own question might rise some eyebrows. "Mister Yatin, I have some questions with regards to advancement within your culture, and in particular within your spacegoing service. First of all, is the caste system hereditary as it is in many places? Or does anyone have the potential to reach the highest levels regardless of what caste their parents may have belonged to? And conversely, do individuals born to higher castes have to worry about finding themselves at the lowest rungs of your society, or do they enjoy a degree of protection in that regard? As for spacegoing service, can anyone hope to advance as high as they might, or is career advancement, and access to more advanced training in order to take on higher levels of responsibility, capped based on individuals' caste? And if so, how do you maintain morale and motivation when your personnel knows there is a glass ceiling they have no hope of ever breaking through in the pursuit of self-improvement?"Of course, asking those questions to an individual at the very pinnacle of a society built upon the systemic oppression of large underclasses might not yield anything of any real worth, and he expected some of the answers he might get would be along the lines of motivation driving from the lash and accepting one's lot on pain of violence... However, just as he was certain no one had bothered reading his questionnaire, he expected they might just be expecting him to be some meathead who was only good for pulling a trigger... Estelle knew this kind of question well from her experience with the legal profession. Niles had made the mistake she'd seen many thousands of young lawyers make, of taking a clever question and expanding it until it had so many details that the witness being questioned couldn't cleverly dismantle it with logic... "You're a very enthusiastic young man. I like that."... for they could simply walk right through the word salad. Short, incisive, and to the point, that's how a gotcha question should be built. "I think the crux of this issue is that you don't understand the point of our caste system. It derives from what we call Nilob's Law, that's like Earth's Peter principle, and tells us that in an ordinary hierarchy, everyone will be promoted until they reach their level of incompetence. If you promote a good worker to a manager, and he turns out to be a terrible manager, or if one of your workers could be an excellent manager, but is held back because he's a poor bricklayer, those are both terrible wastes of talent. Our caste system avoids that, by assigning every member of society to the correct place, where they contribute the most," Yatin explained. "Merit is the only factor at all in the trials that we use to assign castes. Our only goal as a society is to pursue knowledge, so we have no reason to consider any frivolities."With Yatin talking over her to answer Niles, Estelle felt as though she was in a windbag sandwich. It was impressive, in its own way.
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[Chief Baram - Research Boulevard]
Baram rolled his eyes as Hetav made his flustered and late appearance. He was an embarrassment, nay a disgrace to the Kurjarian people. And yet, the calm and calculating Chief Baram knew he had to tolerate him. For now at least. One day he would get his due. Yatlin responded with the usual polite and charming façade he put on for outsiders, but Baram knew he felt contempt for him. Certainly the feeling was mutual. Baram detested being here, but he knew it was necessary. The Federation liked being wooed, shown that everyone is trying to get along and be civil. If the Kurjarians did not show up, or worse only people like Hetav appeared, they would be viewed poorly by the Federation. Even though this summit was unlikely to yield any tangible progress for the Kurjarians, it was necessary for them to keep up the appearance of being constructive if they wanted any chance of any kind of Federation support. Yaltin's deft dancing around the realities of segreation made Baram's blood boil. He couldn't help but interject. "Indeed, it is rare for my kind to be here. These hallowed halls are no place for someone like me," he added, his tone making it clear what he thought of the arrangement, unlike the sycophantic and self-loathing Hetav who gleefully extolled the 'virtues' of the system. Every now and then as slightly uncomfortable, racist, Caldonians glanced at the group of foreigners and Kurjarians, Baram would shoot back a look of some sort when Yaltin wasn't looking. An intimidating stare, or sometimes an unsettling smile. Watching them scurry away in fear from the scary tribesman gave him some sort of perverse amusement. It was the little jabs and mocking that he occasionally managed to get in that helped him stomach these sorts of visits to the capital. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Research Blvd]With Yatin sufficiently engaged, Judy felt she could speak frankly, if only for a moment, to Baram. "He just has a non-answer for everything, doesn't he?" she asked rhetorically, quietly enough not to be overheard. In her own small ways, she'd made it clear over last night, and again now, that she was not a Caldonian sympathizer as Yatin may have hoped.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Feb 12, 2021 12:23:55 GMT
[NPC - Yatin & The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Research Blvd, Caldonia]Yatin held both Baram (in general, for who he was and what he stood for) and Hetav (for obvious reasons) in some level of contempt, but his smile hid that. "Gentlemen, so good of you to join us!" he exclaimed, making a show of treating them with respect they hadn't earned, for the Starfleeters to see. Speaking of, they seemed awfully shy. "I can answer any of your questions, all of you," he offered. Estelle, her now-tinted transition lenses concealing her judging glare, took this as a challenge. "Who can access this part of the city?" she asked. "Anyone who has business here, can go here. Most of the Academics do, because they work in these hallowed halls," Yatin answered, slip sliding away from the unpleasant truth of segregation. [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Research Blvd.] Well, this conversation is going much better than most I've had with Vulcans, Saya thought as she dipped her head in acknowledgment of T'Laara's returned thanks. It has been a challenging endeavor. Particularly as such disasters seem to occur with concerning frequency.Before she could say anything further, the Kurjarian from the previous evening made an appearance, and Saya raised a brow in concern. Hetav seemed on the verge of collapse. She would keep an eye on him and call the doctor over if he didn't make some recovery as they walked. If you wish, she said mildly in response to his offer of an escort. May I introduce T'Laara? She is a scientist aboard our station and was integral in our being able to capture and return the shrews to Caldonia.Hunt finished his inquiry to see if he could ask questions when he observed a familiar face come out. It was his fellow skilled worker which he had the honor of sitting with him yesterday evening. He appeared to be running a little late. He also appeared not to be looking as sharp as yesterday evening. As he greeted him, Hunt politely bowed. “ Greetings, Fellow Skilled Workers. I hope last night was entertaining and enjoyable for you,” Hunt said as he greeted him with a sort of a smile. He observed Lt. Niles, an individual that he only knew on paper. He was tempted to introduce him to his fellow skill worker, but he was unsure if he would have liked the situation and be placed in the spotlight again. [...] [Hetav, Ex-Chief of Clan Relar - Research Blvd.]The former chief may be out of shape, but he wasn't out of his mind. He knew immediately that the great Yatin was displeased with him, and it would likely cost him in some way in the very near future. Alas, there was very little he could do about that now, apart from perform his duties to the best of his abilities, and show these foreigners that all was well and equitable here on Caldonia. He was pleased to start with the chief engineer, and quite relieved when she acquiesced to allowing him escort her. When she introduced her companion, Hetav was suitably impressed. "Of the Academic caste! I am honoured, T'Laara, and deeply regretful that Caldonian shrews caused you so much hardship. I hope you will forgive us!"Hetav's attention turned toward the not-hunter, who was bending over in a strange manner. In response, the Kurjarian leaned forward himself, staring at the ground, wondering if there was something there. Did the strange human drop something? He frowned and straightened up, and then took a moment or two to decide if the not-hunter's words were designed to offend them. They'd all left, he couldn't let their dinners go to waste! That would be a travesty! There were many Kurjarians who would have given an appendage just to get a taste of that feast the night before. Well, perhaps a toe, or one of the unnecessary fingers. Then everyone started asking long, complicated questions, and Hetav tuned them out to protect himself.
Tag: Ozu Saya , Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara), Jonathan Hunt
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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 12, 2021 17:04:11 GMT
[NPC - Yatin] [...] "I think the crux of this issue is that you don't understand the point of our caste system. It derives from what we call Nilob's Law, that's like Earth's Peter principle, and tells us that in an ordinary hierarchy, everyone will be promoted until they reach their level of incompetence. If you promote a good worker to a manager, and he turns out to be a terrible manager, or if one of your workers could be an excellent manager, but is held back because he's a poor bricklayer, those are both terrible wastes of talent. Our caste system avoids that, by assigning every member of society to the correct place, where they contribute the most," Yatin explained. "Merit is the only factor at all in the trials that we use to assign castes. Our only goal as a society is to pursue knowledge, so we have no reason to consider any frivolities." [...] [ Ensign Neme, Medical (Regular Academic) (bio) ]"And what purpose does the social stratification serve," Neme asked of Yatin. "I am referring the cultural norms of conversation, socializing and allocation material resources and services being delineated by caste. Occupational placement does not require it in order to function." As always, Neme was characteristically direct in their inquiry. Judith Eastman (Yatin)
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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 12, 2021 18:13:29 GMT
[ Research Blv.] Hunt observed as other officers and people in the delegation had their own questions. He could see how everyone could overwhelm their guide. As much as the Caste system would offend some of the sensibilities, Jonathan reminded himself that they had a job, and putting them in a defensive posture or position might be counter to their mission. At least it would be harder to get truthful information from them. He observed his fellow skill worker, who Hunt was starting to suspect he might not think too highly of him. He did not answer his inquiry, which was trying to be helpful. The mission, after all, was the most important aspect. He heard their response on how their system is based and structured. And it would make logical sense if the system was perfect. However, Hunt doubted that the system was flawless. Instead of asking his question again, he remained quiet and moved on. Hunt did not buy that their focus was to pursue ONLY science. If so, why are they are a more egalitarian society, their distribution of wealth and resources said otherwise. Their statement reflects that their purpose is research, however, their actions would leave to oppression. The question is how low does it go? As much as they try to make it sound like all their resources go to academics, the true data would show the full extent to it. Health Care, Transporation, Amenities all need to be distributed more evenly in order to maintain a good function society. However, if their Healthcare system was divided by their Caste the long-term effects in case of a Medical Emergency would cause a problem. He was reminded of the Valakians how Captain Archer dealt with that situation. He hoped that they believed that lowly skilled workers might not have the mental acumen to do complicated analysis or be able to ask questions. The Ensign wanted to see the Medical Laboratories, and it would be something that he would have liked to see. But, if they wanted to see the truth, they needed to go in a different route. He overheard the Captain. He approached the Captain and spoke softly, not to be overheard by everyone. “ As expected, Mr. Yatin is prepared,” Hunt commented. Maintaining his composure, he then quoted an ancient earth philosopher. “ Take advantage of the enemy’s unpreparedness, make your way by unexpected routes, and attack him where he has taken no precautions,” Hunt commented with a low tone of voice. “ Sun Tzu, required reading when I was in the academy. If I may say so, not too bad, for a skilled worker,” Jonathan said to the Captain. He was subtle, but there was an idea being presented. He continued with a smile at his own self-deprecating humor. He was not offended by his position and did not mind that they did not think highly of him. On the contrary, he was looking forward to it. It was the Captain that would know what information she wanted or needed and his job to try and get it. As long as their academics were around, they would have their guard up, and rightfully so. However, a skilled worker alone might be able to get more information. Tag Judith Eastman
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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 13, 2021 14:13:05 GMT
[ T’Laara - Research Boulevard] T’Laara nodded to Ozu, and then to Hetav. “Greetings,” she said politely when Ozu introduced her. “I do not see what there is to forgive. The infestation of shrews aboard our station was hardly your fault.” Nor was she truly of the Academic caste, as she was not Caldonian, nor did she plan to take up residence there. It was, however, nice to be appreciated. They continued walking, and one of the medical officers asked about seeing their medical laboratories, which prompted T’Laara to consider what the Caldonians thought of her own chosen field of study. What she had seen outside the city walls was primarily harsh desert, but every planet had varied biomes, and wherever there was life, there were some form of plants. She would be interested to learn more about what sort of life forms inhabited Caldonia, other than the ones she was already familiar with; the Caldonians, Kurjarans, and of course the shrews. There was also the dome itself, a fascinating feat of engineering. “I would actually be interested to learn more about the nature on this planet. Perhaps the tour will also include a visit to a greenhouse, or other facility dedicated to life science?” She looked around at the buildings on Research Boulevard, more musing aloud than addressing anyone in particular, since most of the group were now once again engaged in debating the caste system. While she understood the impulse, she highly doubted that questioning it would have any impact. tag Charlie Fox, Ozu Saya, soft tag to the group
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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 13, 2021 18:26:13 GMT
[ Ensign Neme, Medical (Regular Academic) (bio) ]"And what purpose does the social stratification serve," Neme asked of Yatin. "I am referring the cultural norms of conversation, socializing and allocation material resources and services being delineated by caste. Occupational placement does not require it in order to function." As always, Neme was characteristically direct in their inquiry. [NPC - Yatin & The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Research Blvd, Caldonia]Yatin chuckled. These Starfleeters were like xaplors[fn]a kind of Caldonian dog, like a pitbull[/fn] on his pantleg, relentless in their questioning. "The purpose is efficiency. Workers should be with their fellow workers, and academics with their peers, so they can share and exchange worthwhile, useful information. That is how our society has made so many scientific advances," he explained. Even Yatin had to admit that it was fun to interact with people of different backgrounds - that's why he liked humans - but it was inefficient. It was a poor use of societal resources. Estelle, safe behind her darkened transition lenses, rolled her eyes.
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[ Research Blv.] Hunt observed as other officers and people in the delegation had their own questions. He could see how everyone could overwhelm their guide. As much as the Caste system would offend some of the sensibilities, Jonathan reminded himself that they had a job, and putting them in a defensive posture or position might be counter to their mission. At least it would be harder to get truthful information from them. He observed his fellow skill worker, who Hunt was starting to suspect he might not think too highly of him. He did not answer his inquiry, which was trying to be helpful. The mission, after all, was the most important aspect. He heard their response on how their system is based and structured. And it would make logical sense if the system was perfect. However, Hunt doubted that the system was flawless. Instead of asking his question again, he remained quiet and moved on. Hunt did not buy that their focus was to pursue ONLY science. If so, why are they are a more egalitarian society, their distribution of wealth and resources said otherwise. Their statement reflects that their purpose is research, however, their actions would leave to oppression. The question is how low does it go? As much as they try to make it sound like all their resources go to academics, the true data would show the full extent to it. Health Care, Transporation, Amenities all need to be distributed more evenly in order to maintain a good function society. However, if their Healthcare system was divided by their Caste the long-term effects in case of a Medical Emergency would cause a problem. He was reminded of the Valakians how Captain Archer dealt with that situation. He hoped that they believed that lowly skilled workers might not have the mental acumen to do complicated analysis or be able to ask questions. The Ensign wanted to see the Medical Laboratories, and it would be something that he would have liked to see. But, if they wanted to see the truth, they needed to go in a different route. He overheard the Captain. He approached the Captain and spoke softly, not to be overheard by everyone. “ As expected, Mr. Yatin is prepared,” Hunt commented. Maintaining his composure, he then quoted an ancient earth philosopher. “ Take advantage of the enemy’s unpreparedness, make your way by unexpected routes, and attack him where he has taken no precautions,” Hunt commented with a low tone of voice. “ Sun Tzu, required reading when I was in the academy. If I may say so, not too bad, for a skilled worker,” Jonathan said to the Captain. He was subtle, but there was an idea being presented. He continued with a smile at his own self-deprecating humor. He was not offended by his position and did not mind that they did not think highly of him. On the contrary, he was looking forward to it. It was the Captain that would know what information she wanted or needed and his job to try and get it. As long as their academics were around, they would have their guard up, and rightfully so. However, a skilled worker alone might be able to get more information. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Research Blvd, Caldonia]Judy turned her head to look at Hunt, mildly amused by his particular way of articulating himself. "I wouldn't use that exact terminology, but you're absolutely right. You're never going to get anything out of him by asking the questions he's expecting to be asked," she affirmed. "Your question about the transport system, try that again, or something like that. Maybe a little louder this time, to get his attention."The negotiations themselves were clearly futile, but at least they were making a show of it.
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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 13, 2021 20:05:13 GMT
[NPC - Yatin & The Hon. Judge Estelle Roth - Research Blvd, Caldonia]Yatin held both Baram (in general, for who he was and what he stood for) and Hetav (for obvious reasons) in some level of contempt, but his smile hid that. "Gentlemen, so good of you to join us!" he exclaimed, making a show of treating them with respect they hadn't earned, for the Starfleeters to see. Speaking of, they seemed awfully shy. "I can answer any of your questions, all of you," he offered. Estelle, her now-tinted transition lenses concealing her judging glare, took this as a challenge. "Who can access this part of the city?" she asked. "Anyone who has business here, can go here. Most of the Academics do, because they work in these hallowed halls," Yatin answered, slip sliding away from the unpleasant truth of segregation. [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Research Blvd.] Well, this conversation is going much better than most I've had with Vulcans, Saya thought as she dipped her head in acknowledgment of T'Laara's returned thanks. It has been a challenging endeavor. Particularly as such disasters seem to occur with concerning frequency.Before she could say anything further, the Kurjarian from the previous evening made an appearance, and Saya raised a brow in concern. Hetav seemed on the verge of collapse. She would keep an eye on him and call the doctor over if he didn't make some recovery as they walked. If you wish, she said mildly in response to his offer of an escort. May I introduce T'Laara? She is a scientist aboard our station and was integral in our being able to capture and return the shrews to Caldonia.Hunt finished his inquiry to see if he could ask questions when he observed a familiar face come out. It was his fellow skilled worker which he had the honor of sitting with him yesterday evening. He appeared to be running a little late. He also appeared not to be looking as sharp as yesterday evening. As he greeted him, Hunt politely bowed. “ Greetings, Fellow Skilled Workers. I hope last night was entertaining and enjoyable for you,” Hunt said as he greeted him with a sort of a smile. He observed Lt. Niles, an individual that he only knew on paper. He was tempted to introduce him to his fellow skill worker, but he was unsure if he would have liked the situation and be placed in the spotlight again. [...] [Hetav, Ex-Chief of Clan Relar - Research Blvd.]The former chief may be out of shape, but he wasn't out of his mind. He knew immediately that the great Yatin was displeased with him, and it would likely cost him in some way in the very near future. Alas, there was very little he could do about that now, apart from perform his duties to the best of his abilities, and show these foreigners that all was well and equitable here on Caldonia. He was pleased to start with the chief engineer, and quite relieved when she acquiesced to allowing him escort her. When she introduced her companion, Hetav was suitably impressed. "Of the Academic caste! I am honoured, T'Laara, and deeply regretful that Caldonian shrews caused you so much hardship. I hope you will forgive us!"Hetav's attention turned toward the not-hunter, who was bending over in a strange manner. In response, the Kurjarian leaned forward himself, staring at the ground, wondering if there was something there. Did the strange human drop something? He frowned and straightened up, and then took a moment or two to decide if the not-hunter's words were designed to offend them. They'd all left, he couldn't let their dinners go to waste! That would be a travesty! There were many Kurjarians who would have given an appendage just to get a taste of that feast the night before. Well, perhaps a toe, or one of the unnecessary fingers. Then everyone started asking long, complicated questions, and Hetav tuned them out to protect himself.
Tag: Ozu Saya , Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara), Jonathan Hunt [ T’Laara - Research Boulevard] T’Laara nodded to Ozu, and then to Hetav. “Greetings,” she said politely when Ozu introduced her. “I do not see what there is to forgive. The infestation of shrews aboard our station was hardly your fault.” Nor was she truly of the Academic caste, as she was not Caldonian, nor did she plan to take up residence there. It was, however, nice to be appreciated. They continued walking, and one of the medical officers asked about seeing their medical laboratories, which prompted T’Laara to consider what the Caldonians thought of her own chosen field of study. What she had seen outside the city walls was primarily harsh desert, but every planet had varied biomes, and wherever there was life, there were some form of plants. She would be interested to learn more about what sort of life forms inhabited Caldonia, other than the ones she was already familiar with; the Caldonians, Kurjarans, and of course the shrews. There was also the dome itself, a fascinating feat of engineering. “I would actually be interested to learn more about the nature on this planet. Perhaps the tour will also include a visit to a greenhouse, or other facility dedicated to life science?” She looked around at the buildings on Research Boulevard, more musing aloud than addressing anyone in particular, since most of the group were now once again engaged in debating the caste system. While she understood the impulse, she highly doubted that questioning it would have any impact. tag Charlie Fox, Ozu Saya, soft tag to the group [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Research Blvd.] Yet again, Saya had to clamp down hard on a smile as Hetav misunderstood Dr. Hunt. It had been amusing watching them the previous evening, but now that she was in front of a full Vulcan, all of Saya's old insecurities resurfaced, and she felt she had to maintain her own Vulcan facade. ' Indeed,' she finally managed levelly. ' There is no reason for you to apologize unless you personally placed the shrews aboard a ship and sent them to the station.' As they continued down the street, Saya took the opportunity to look up at the dome that protected the city from the harsh desert elements and thought of her own questions to add to the others'. ' Yatin, I would like to learn more about the engineering aspect of your biodomes. I am also curious as to the effect living in these domes has had on your people. Have you adapted from living in the deserts?' ---------- Tag Charlie Fox, Shavan Th'zhaar, Judith Eastman
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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 13, 2021 21:02:22 GMT
[ Lt Joshua Niles - Research Blvd ]And of course, the answer Niles got was... no real answer at all. Of course he'd done some reading about Caldonian culture; he was one who believed in preparation in everything he did. And, of course, Yatin defended his stratified culture, with what he reckoned were even logical arguments. However, that so-called logic he was presenting was simply to justify the position of privilege he was sitting in and preventing it from being upset at all. "As you told Ensign Neme, the castes live together, with their respective levels of personal resources and free time. Which decreases the lower down the chain you go. With the first tests being at the age of five, how can the child of slaves or Kurjarians working extremely long and arduous hours, who consider themselves lucky to go to bed with a full stomach and serviceable clothes on their backs have an effective ability to compete against children of high scholars such as yourself, who can afford to hire tutors and devote time, resources and energy to supporting their children's early development?"True, Niles was from the upper crust of society back home and he understood that he'd been given advantages that many did not have. But there was also a safety net where there was no real risk of utter destitution to the point of survival being threatened on all but the most outlying Federation colonies and worlds. Which meant that even labourers would have a chance to have one parent stay home with their child, and opportunities to have them enrolled in good early development centers regardless of household income. "Also, your caste system and its trials means that anyone is just one bad day from being consigned to a life as a slave, or at best to knowing they will never be allowed to reach their full potential? How is that not a waste when a five year old child who has the potential to be a warp physicist or medical researcher is going to be going through life as a slave simply because they had a bad day, and will not be given nearly as much a chance to excel at his next round of testing?"Starfleet Academy was one of the toughest schools in Federation space, right up there with the Vulcan Science Academy. But do-or-die, excel-or-be-forever-mediocre conditions did not exist within Starfleet. Remedial training and ongoing professional development were the norm, so anyone may improve themselves and advance if they so desired. Even those who had a rocky start early in their career. But even reprobates and screw-ups had a chance to pay their debt to the service, or take their licks, and bounce back towards successful and potentially illustrious careers, even commands of their own. Not so much with the Caldonians... "And of course, there is a large fraction of the planetary population that is deliberately and systematically denied the chance to prove they are capable of anything more than what you consider the lowest of tasks. How is that not wasting potential?"
Tags Kaya Som, Judith Eastman, softies to others
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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 14, 2021 14:19:29 GMT
[Chief Baram - Research Boulevard] Baram nodded as the Federation Captain commented on Yaltin’s skill at giving non-answers to any uncomfortable question. She had been hinting for a while now that her sympathies were with the Kurjarians. Whether or not that would translate into any tangible, meaningful support would be another question. Suddenly, a Caldonian man approached quickly, yelling at Baram. “What are you doing here, qireji,” he said, using a slur often used against Kurjarians, that translates roughly to filth or grime. He then begun shoving and pushing Baram, as he continued to hurl abuse. “Your kind doesn’t belong her! Go back to your caves!” As the man continued his assault, Baram’s two companions leaped to his defence and tried to subdue the attacker. A Kurjarian laying their hands on an academic was a crime punishable by death. “Leave him, leave him!” Baram pleaded, fearful for the fate of his men. Obediently they released him. He then noticed Yaltin who he looked at, expecting for him to intervene. “They touched me! You all saw that! They must be punished!” He protested. Tag: Judith Eastman, soft tag all
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