Welcoming the Delegates (part 1)
Posted on Tue Sep 2nd, 2014 @ 12:34pm by Commodore Samantha York & Commander Hans Munich & Lieutenant Austin Brown & Lieutenant Ilse Frost & Lieutenant Roberta Andrews & Lieutenant Ignatz Jones & 1st Lieutenant Leroy Mangalia & Commander Alexandra Vance & Ensign Kela Sirel
1,181 words; about a 6 minute read
Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
ON
Kela looked down at her console as an indicator flashed on her screen. With a quick tap she stopped the alert and looked over to the Captain and spoke calmly. "Dropping out of warp, Captain."
"Once we drop out of warp, contact both planets and inform them of our arrival," Sam said. "Tell them we are ready to beam up the delegates."
Kela tapped on the console again. "Attention, Octurius Prime and Paneria Seven. This is the Federation Starship U.S.S. Calypso. We are prepared to beam aboard your delegates. Please make your final preparations and stand by for futher instructions. Calypso Out."
She tapped her combadge. "Lieutenant Ignatz Jones and Ensign Teenah Spartacus, please meet me in transporter room one."
"Communications and Data Links established with Both Star Fleet Command as well as both delegation's respective support groups. we should be able to monitor all communications, we can detect even coded transmissions in the area." Munich turned to the Commodore. "I also have a request for communications Link from a Ferengi Marauder ma'am?"
"What does the Ferengi want?" Sam asked.
"He is requesting permission to talk to the Commanding Officer about having a delegate at the talks?" Munich replied.
"Why does the Ferengi want a delegate at the talks? What is his connection with this?" she asked, then waved her hand. "On screen."
The image was of a wide faced Ferengi with a gray suit and expression that seemed almost innocent for one of his heritage.
"Greetings Commodore York." The Ferengi nod slightly. I am Damon Quarm of the Ferengi Marauder Latinum Wind, here for the business of Medical supplies." He said almost honestly in his tone. "Since I have a vested interest with the wounded on both sides I would like to be a part of this negotiation for peace?" He look at the Commodore. "I have a long standing contract with both sides and have gained some trust among the two parties involved and can be of use in the finer points of the peace Contract."
"I appreciate your interest, Damon Quarm, but we have the matter well in hand," Sam said. "I would, however, like to hear more about your long-standing arrangements with these people."
"Captain." Kela said softly as she leaned over her console. "With the exception of one or two of Sirel's past lives, I can tell you it's never a good idea to go into any kind of business with a Ferengi unless everything is on the table and your well armed."
Sam agreed with Kela. No Ferengi would contact a starship and offer to help negotiate peace unless he got something out of it for himself.
"Medical supplies are my business." Quarm said with a toothy smile. "I have been in a long time business arrangement between the planet so stricken with strife." He continued. "They both trust my Business practices and I could be of help as a person both side are comfortable with. It would help in your Business with them to have a familar face helping your proposals."
"Thank you, Damon, but I respectfully decline your offer," Sam said. "We do not wish to mix business with peace talks."
"Negotiating is negotiating." Quarm added. "I merely offered to be there as you know when working with two opposing people it is good to have a neutral person that both sides know rather than just strangers trying to be helpful. I am offering to be of service at No Charge of course."
"Of course," Sam replied. "I'll keep your offer in mind and if I find myself or my crew in need of help with negotiations, I'll let you know."
"One last thing Cooodore York." The Ferengi started.
"Yes?" Sam asked.
"Take care as A Ferengi Rule was broken with one of your delegates." He grinned. "In the name of Profit. But the fact that side is willing to work with me says something that you should watch for?" He nod. "The reason for their war is simple, your Earth has almost had this kind of war in her past." He smiled broadly. "Quarm out." he cut the connection.
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The echo of clicking heels could be heard as Spartacus strode primly along the corridor before she entered the Transporter area, her poise as she had been taught; like a model on a runway she had all that sway and regal steps that came to her naturally; not even an after though or concentration on what came naturally.
ESHa had worked her Holographic fingers to the bone; loving every minute of creating a fabric masterpiece, to make a formal Dress white uniform for Spartacus. The collar was exacting in the soft silk, the regulations were only dependent upon color schemes and the material that is used for replication was not as strict. She could have adopted 'native' attire but the reaction of showing up in an Orion Slave Girl would not have given the correct impression that The Commodore would want put across. Today she had the Skirted Dress Whites in all silk, the slight sheen was not drastic and the way it followed her movements did give to the genetics put into the Orion heritage that coursed through her.
The silver anklet was hidden under the white boots
=^= Ensign Spartacus, I am just entering Transporter Room One.=^= She said while stopping properly short of the Transporter Pads, her hands cinterlocked near her waist as is the custom from her 'Diplomatic Days.
Sam walked in a moment later. "Thank you," she said, nodding to Teenah.
Ignatz arrived on Sam's heels, "Sorry, new robes aren't quite cut right. Blasted tailor sewed up fabric that was supposed to have remained loose. I can run if need be,but don't present me in front of proper company right after..."
Sam grinned in reply.
"Delegates are ready to come aboard," the transporter chief announced.
Sam turned to the transporter pad to greet the new arrivals.
A moment later, the members of the delegation teams from Octurius Prime and Paneria Seven beamed aboard.
"Welcome aboard the USS Calypso," Samantha said. "The Federation and the Calypso are honored by your presence."
"We are honored that you have allowed the USS Calypso the opportunity to host as neutral ground." Spartacus bow formally. "Please allow me to escort your team to their quarters." She said to the Paneria Delegation.
A tall, slim man bowed in acknowledgment. "I am Deniro, leader of the Panerian delegation. These are my assistants, Tanira and Paretto."
"I am Spartacus." She gave a bow. "If you would follow me I will show you the accommodations that we have for you?" She took a step towards the exit as the other delegation would be appearing soon and we did not need a security incident at the onset of peace talks.
(To be continued...)
Ensign Kela Sirel
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant Hans Munich
Chief Communications Officer
Damon Quarm
Ferengi Trader
Ensign Teenah Spartacus
Counselor
Lieutenant Ignatz Jones
Chief Diplomat
Delegates from Octurius Prime and Paneria
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