Posted by Lieutenant Commander Magnús Pétursson (First Officer) in Conference room (2021 Sim)

Posted by Gamemaster GM (Gamemaster) in Conference room (2021 Sim)

Posted by Captain Calvin Marius (Captain) in Conference room (2021 Sim)
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Both Chichak and Lepto look horrified at the XO’s explanation. “Really,” Lepto commented, “then the advancement of your Federation must be rather slow; or at least the members must be angsty. Those who are more advanced must be less contented because the efforts put in to improve themselves would be used by the less advanced with no consequence. The less advanced would then benefit without any effort of their own.”

GM

Magnus raised an eyebrow and smiled a bemused smile “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard that point made” He said stepping from his chair and walking to the side of the table, hands still clasped behind his back “I don’t think that’s a common sentiment within the more advanced members if such a term can be used. Members of the Federation all share certain cultural values, cooperation, co-existence, benevolence and peaceful exploration amongst other things. Our species, humans, are amongst the four founding members of the Federation and I don’t think once in our history we’ve ever been angsty over less advanced members joining. Helping others does not mean you can’t help yourself”

XO

“That’s the problem with tolerance!” commented Lepto sarcastically, “Language is used to muddle and confuse such that manipulation of the emotions is possible. Things never get done if the truth is couched in alternative and politically correct words. The Lesscoo just says as it is. The strong either decimate the weak to gain ascendance, or make the weak as part of the strong.”

GM

“Do we look weak?” Calvin stood suddenly with his fist hitting the table. “One ship of the thousands of the Federation starships, basically walked to the doorstep of your home-world, and only the fact that we are ‘tolerant’ kept us from doing whatever we wanted.” Marius looked around the table.

“If the Lesscoo wants it plain, then so shall it be. I have no proof of your borders and ironically as far as we are concerned both yours and the Messi world are within our borders according to the rules of our space you can not claim a world that isn’t your own. If you don’t like it your welcome to attack us again and this time I wont use our words and I’ll actually fire back. Or we can get to the point of our fancy words and negotiate a deal that will make me less angry and perhaps you might get a little something out of it too. A wise man in your position would get to dealing.”

Marius

Now that’s what I am talking about. Big dogs in the howwwwwwssssahhh, Vanessa had a hard time not letting her fervor with her two superior’s officer’s action take her to the next level. If she said what was really on her mind that level would probably be two levels down and the brig but it was not like she wasn’t raised with some couth.

Vanessa did not have the experience or rank to match the stinging reprisal delivered by Judge Calvin and his gavel fist bringing decorum to the room in one swift move; however, she wasn’t totally without a little fire of her own. Picking up the PaDD, she decided a visual display to punctuate the CO and XO’s words would help drive the point home. Bringing up the standard star charts known to anyone who had a console and could enable the galactic search engines of Gaggle or Bang she displayed the visual image of the borders Marius just spoke of on the large wall PaDD in the room. To add a bit of snark, she added a little yellow arrow pointing down to the Lesscoo system with the words above it stating YOU ARE HERE and bolded all the Federation planets to accentuate just how small of a fish their guests were in the galactic pond so to speak.

“As you can see our galactic maps are clear and our borders are defined. I presume you have some sort of documentation to make discussion more productive… but I wouldn’t know since despite me asking a dozen times for some sort of information you so far have declined to do so.”

Standing up, Vanessa smiled that soft grin her father claimed all girls learned at a young age and developed into the in right your wrong smile of a woman who had dug her heels into a conflict. “Maybe we need some more refreshments,” she gestured to the replicator. “Coffee…tea....treaty papers for you,” she gestured to Letpo and Chichak, “from the diplomatic division of let’s be reasonable or you are going to get a boot up your ass.”

Vanessa Slade CNS and card-carrying member of Team M rocks

Marius

Chichak looked grave, “Your intentions are now clear. You enter our territory and claimed that you visit in peace. We request that you remove yourselves from our territory and you refuse. We warn you and you resist. We make good our threat and you claim we are wrong. We are prepared to hear you out and you speak about how great you are. Your Federation is out to force us into submission into your philosophies and politics. You say you have no proof of our borders. We have no proof of yours. You infer that the Lesscoo is less than you in qualities. All these are of your standards and your values. You are in our territory and you dictate to us your values. I admit that you are mightier than us. If you wish to subjugate the Lesscoo, I have no doubt you could do it in seconds. The Lesscoo has no interest in your Federation if it means we have the choice to do so. The Lesscoo does not welcome the Federation into its territory. The Lesscoo requests that you leave our systems at once!” Lepto and Chichak stood up and Chichak continued, “These talks have concluded!”

GM

“Must be downright terrible to have a technologically advanced species appear out of nowhere to impose their will on you” Magnus still hadn’t sat down, this was the most delicate time during their meeting “Dictating values and philosophies behind the strength of arms, a superiority complex, spouting how great we are” He spoke slowly and calmly, the tone he’d learned working with Federation Diplomats “I imagine this is what those you wish to subjugate feel” He took a single small step forward to emphasize his words “Before you leave Representative Chichak, consider this, your species is taking its first steps into the galactic scene and whilst we will happily let you be within your own system we can’t sit back and watch as you subjugate a species with military might. Our conflict is not with your sovereignty but that of theirs.”

XO

He shoots. He scores and the quarterback is toast Vanessa had a hard time not smiling. This was why she had joined Starfleet. It was to be around people like Marius and Magnus giving glasses to the masses that could not see past the end of their noses so they could see a clearer path ahead. When this was done, she was buying the rounds in the lounge. The two men she saluted needed it for a job well done. She needed one because Vanessa was wound tight as a cork. At least the cool heads of the M-Team had prevented the cork from popping.

Vanessa Slade