Diplomatic Incident (part 2)

Posted on Thu Jul 21st, 2016 @ 8:27am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus

1,023 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Shadow Dance
Location: Counseling

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"H-he deserved worst." Spartacus tried to put up barriers from being seen for her emotions by Samantha, it would hurt her if her friend thought less of her. "That man was a torturing scum that gives Ferengi the reputation they have. I would have succeeded had he not been smart enough to have warned Security not to let me near him. Sneaking up on me I just... snapped and pounced upon him." She looked up concentrating not to let the tears come. "He was not... a humane Master." She said slowly. "You know my sealed file; two and a half years on a Ferengi ship..." She straightened in a regal way to keep her pride and not bopw to the pain in her mind. "What it did not say was I had been purchased to be a 'Party favor at age 12, meant to parade around and distract the customers; even be a bonus if it meant profits of course." She looked Samantha in the eyes. "If I did not perform as he wished I was ... punished, physically. Nothing to leave too many marks but still enough to where I knew my place..." She ended the thought. "So when he shows up and calls me..." She shook her head. "I enacted revenge for years of torture without thinking." She shrugged. "SO I will just hide away and you will not know I am here until after the mission, that should keep the Corps off your back. They were no better I was assigned as Arm candy at the time so what is really the difference? She said almost coldly. "It was 'hinted' that if I found a diplomat attractive they would not frown upon me following my Orion Nature naturally. That is my impression of the Diplomatic Corps." She just gave it all at once hoping to get it off her chest in a manner of speaking.
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Sam went over to Teenah and gave her a hug. "Why did you not report him to Starfleet Command? They could ban him from working with the Federation," Sam said.

"Slave girl versus Damon in good standing." She tried to maintain her composure putting head on Sam's shoulder. "That He would put me in dark and lower tempature if I am bad... do you know what happens to us if we get cold?" Spartacus was fighting not to let the emotional barrier break. "Coma... we are warm climate people, cold hurts us and he knew exactly what my body could take and not be perminantly damaged." She closed her eyes. "All happened outside Federation Space, no legal bounds to Federation so long as he remains 'legal' in Federation he is safe and diplomatic immunity for him as well."

"Yes, but there are Betazoids who can determine that you're telling the truth, so your standing would be less important," Sam assured her.

"He has Diplomatic Immunity." Spartacus said. "It wsa also agreed that he would not press assault charges and make a big diplomatic thing out of it if I just 'went away." SPartacus huffed afterward. "Leave it to the Diplomats to take an easy path; that way the only one hurt was me. One versus the Diplomatic storm if Darmok were to spill that he was attacked at a Federation Function. HE got plastic surgury and I was put out of any Diplomatic Function. Luckily Diplomacy is not a Counselor's major job, so I could just quietly keep my head down, dropped to an Ensign in rank and left to wonder." SHe shook her head. "I was really happy when they let me on Calypso; the Flagship of the fleet, I just wanted to prove I can do the job. SO when there are others to play Diplomat I can quietly stay in the background and just watch. Darmok is a Diplomat for the Ferengi and I want nothing to do with them so we do not cross paths anymore. " SHe thought hard to Samantha.

*I will be fine, no one hurts the Little Slave Girl, she is too tough for that.*( She sent to her friend. *We know when to be seen and when to not be seen.*

"You shouldn't HAVE to," Sam thought back. But then, Sam had caused enough problems on her own. She was fortunate to have some friends in high places who had her back -- primarily Admirals Burke and Hunter.

*Thank you Samantha.* Spartacus replied with a smile. * I am not hurt in not going down, I will come down if there is a need or to help set up a celebration.*

"No. Stay on the ship. There's plenty you can do from the ship. I'll meet with the Jenefran Council and see if I can talk to the person who sent us the message. We'll take things from there."

"Well you know my record with away missions." Spartacus said. Captured on both of them so maybe I like the idea of being able not to get stuck in some room or cage... worst yet some formal event?" She gave a mock shutter.

Sam laughed at that. "And that's exactly where I'll be. Stuck in a formal meeting with the council. But once I have a chance to meet with this princess of theirs, I should be able to return to the ship and let others take it from there."

"Tell me if she is as regal as Princess are suppose to be?" Spartacus said with a smile. "I have never met one just heard some rumors and maybe a few legends but I suppose I'll meet the next one?" She seemed whimsical. "You know the Shaolin Priestess' taught me proper edttiquette; they were very formal with their end of my training."

"I will. I'll send you an image if I can get one," Sam promised.

"Deal." Spartacus smiled brightly. "I am sending down a spy cam, maybe get some ideas for my summer line?"

Sam laughed. "Fine." Besides, how could she refuse Teenah the opportunity to see a real Princess' wardrobe? "I'll make the arrangements."

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Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Ensign Teenah Spartacus
Counselor

 

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