A Final Resolution

Posted on Mon Jun 15th, 2015 @ 10:36am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant Arnon Barak MD, PsyD & Captain Cameron Bourne & Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus

1,033 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
Location: VIP Conference Room
Timeline: Before the lights went out

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Sam invited both the Panerian and Octurian Delegations to one more meeting. This time, it would be with the arms dealer to show both governments what the man's part had been in the war and to hopefully spur them into weeding out the mercenaries so they could finally have lasting peace.

The Panerians were the first to arrive. The three men bowed to Sam as they entered the room. "Greetings, Commodore. I do not know why you wish to see us again. The treaty is signed, we are making inroads into joining our governments," the leader said.

"Have a seat and I'll explain when the others arrive," she said.

The three men bowed and took their seats at the table.

Arnon arrived and took a seat at the table.

The Octrurian Delegation came through the doors, the leader moving to the closest part of the table flanked by one of her guards and the other took station by the door. "To what do I owe the honor of a summons after I believed our negotiations to have been successful?" The Leader asked in a regal but calm tone.

"We have a gentleman who has been selling weapons to both governments and keeping the two of you from talking to each other," Sam said.

She nodded and the man in question walked into the room. "He surrendered to us and admitted that he is one of the reasons your war has gone on for so long."

"We were hoping that perhaps now you might look at the relationship between your governments in a new light," Arnon said.

Sam turned to the Russian. "Would you please tell the delegates who you are and what your role was in the war?"

The Russian sat across from the Commodore and the delegates, shackled at both the wrists and ankles. From the exterior the man was calm and composed but not entirely comfortable nor satisfied with the situation he found himself in. His pride was broken. Years on the run, evading countless authorities, bounty hunters and whomever else chose to pursue him. The chase gave him a purpose, filled his life with vigour and kept him feeling young. Now reality had came crashing before him, there was no more running, regardless of how much his ego beckoned him to do so.

"I am Ladislav Schelenkov, notorious arms dealer and sole proprietor responsible for supplying both of your governments with weapons. I profiteered off the deaths of your innocent and now I take responsibility for my actions." he said to the delegates as if having rehearsed the speech, uttering the words against his will.

One of the Panerians stood. "Who did you work with? Who of my people would buy weapons from a stranger?"

Standing to one side of the room, Cam was keeping an eye on everyone, concerned that one of the two delegations might respond aggressively to this news. Seeing one of the Penerian Delegation quickly stand up, Cam's hand snapped to the stun baton on his belt

Ladislav had to resist a smirk. "Don't play coy now. My product was sold to whomever wished to end the Panarian or Octarian or whoever the hell...." Ladislav leaned back into his chair. "It's all about money. War makes money and business is always booming."

"We have the information from his ship's database," Sam said to the Panerian. "I'll get both delegations the information." She looked to Ladislav. "We don't know who his boss is. Not yet, anyway. Intelligence is looking into it. I'm sure they'll have something before long."

The Panerian delegate nodded. "We would appreciate that."

Ladislav threw his head back in a hearty laugh which would echo throughout the room. He brought his head forward looking at York as he calmed himself. He almost wondered if he should speak further and allow these 'intelligence' officers to chase ghosts. "They will be looking for long time. There is no boss, that is beauty of entrepreneurship. You get whole cut!" He exclaimed laughing hysterically.

"Then we will go after your supplier," Sam said, not at all amused by the man. "And anyone else you've worked with."

"As the leader of the Octarian people I will not be using your services any longer." Lynta said calmly. "The war will not be paying for your lifestyle." She said with pride while rising. "Is there anything else you need of us?"

"One more thing," Sam said. "We found the person who murdered the Panerian Delegation. Her name is Kayte. As she is a Federation citizen we will try her according to our laws." She glanced to the two teams of delegates. "Unless either of you nave any objections?"

"There has been enough bloodshed," the Panerian delegate said. "We want peace. Show us the evidence and take her from here."

Sam nodded. "I will."

"Then if there is nothing else, we will take our leave." The Panerian delegate looked to the Octurians. "We still have much to discuss. I believe this will give us a stronger foundation to rebuild on."

Lynta stood for a moment pondering the events and statements. "We mourn your loss of people." She and her delegation bow to the Panerian Representatives. "Please accept our condolences to their families."Turning to The Commanding Officer. "Please feel free to visit Samantha York, we would welcome your presence. "Also I would like to invite Representatives of the Panerian people in an effort to show there can be peace. They will be protected by my Elite forces to assure their safety. I think a short vist would ... help. We should make small steps to solidify the peace I think?"

"I would be honored," Sam said to Lynta. "Thank you." She was pleased to see the two parties making great strides towards working together. She felt that this time, there would definitely be peace. "I will be in touch with both of you shortly," she said, bowing to the two delegations.

The two delegations walked out and Sam nodded to the Marines. " Take him back to the brig. If he tries anything, shoot him."

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Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso

Panerian Delegation

Lynta and Octurian Delegation

Ladislav Schelenkov
Arms Dealer

 

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