Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Governor’s Office- New Partnerships

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Governor’s Office- New Partnerships

Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Governor’s Office- New Partnerships
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Hyrushi inclined his head slightly and said “I think we will be fine.” and he grasped her hand. His mind was a blank wall. No texture, no ripples. Smooth and impenetrable. Truly mpressive for someone only half Betazoid. “My talents lie in empathy, so we should not intrude too much upon one another.” and he released her hand.

There was something refreshing and calm about a blank mind because it meant she didn’t need to filter if she chose to drop her shields. Ut she did not out of respect. “Well, I’m an empath as well, but like you said, we won’t intrude on each other.”

Hyrushi pressed an icon on his desk interface and then said “Please be seated, won’t you?” and took a seat himself. “Other than the activity outside, I trust your trip and arrival were without incident?”

Hyrushi, Gov.

Dasca gave a brief nod as she moved over and pulled out the chair. There was a tiny whir as she sat down. In a busier space or where others were talking it likely would have faded into the background. “Smooth as a patrol run from Sol to Alpha C,” she said with a grin. It was one of the easiest routes in the heart of the Federation, and one of the safest. Rare did anything of note happen there. “I will say that your handling of the crowd was impressive. How common are such incidents?”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Hyrushi, if he heard the sound, didn’t acknowledge it. “Highly uncommon. In fact, the first of its kind since I have been here.” He steepled his fingers together and said “And unusually rapid in it’s development. We had an attack here a few days ago. Lucas Holloway of Holloway Heavy Industries and the Commanding General of the Colonial Customs and Defense Agency were injured when Mr. Holloway’s shuttle was targeted by a missile attack. And in a matter if a few days, that event has in turn spiraled into ‘spontaneous’ protests here and few other places. And no, I do not believe they are spontaneous. They occurred within minutes of each other and, at least here, there may have been an instigator. The Police Commisioner is investigating.” Hyrushi didn’t mention the Colonial Intelkigence Agency. He was sure the Captain knew of its existence, but it was still a point of contention between Oed and the Federation.

Hyrushi, Gov

Her mind immediately went to both her command tactical training and her work the last few years as a mediator and diplomat. “Hmmm, so don’t expect answers just yet, got it. But in watching it unfold from a distance I can bet my career on there being an outcome further down the line that someone wants to achieve. What do your instincts tell you about the matter?” Eela shitfed in her seat and almost crossed her legs. How many decades had she sat in seats that way only to have to fight the impulse. One would have thought a few years enough to break the habit but this one was so ingrained she still had to actively still her body from completing the motion. No use straining things further before she had her medical appointment.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Hyrushi shrugged slightly and said “My instincts tell me to let those selected to investigate such matters do just that. Then, when we have more information, plan to address the matter in the best way for the people of Oed V. Reacting without comprehension of the situation tends to bring more negative results than positive. And this colony has had enough negative results in the past few years.”

Hyrushi, Gov

She leaned one arm on the desk and gazed at him intently. She tended to agree with the wait-and-see approach on long-term matters like this. Still, she already anticipated a contingent of people who would be quietly prepared for anything. Well, and good. “In your mind, what is the biggest obstacle the colony has been facing or will face, and what sort of vision are you aiming for?”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Hyrushi leaned back in his chair and looked intently at Dasca. A chime sounded and the door swung open and the receptionist came in with a tray carrying a pot, a brown box, two cups, and a small pitcher. She set the tray down on the desk and left without a word.

Hyrushi, still silent, stood and put the brown box in front of Dasca. Inside were assorted teas from all over the Federation. He silently poured the two cups full of steaming hot water and took a cup for himself and sat back down. He reached down and opened a drawer and brought out a small white-ish metal box and opened it; dropping loose tea leaves into his cup.

Lifting the lid, Eela flipped through the teas, and occasionally one would tug her mouth into a smile. But eventually she selected a jestral tea from Betazed that she had always enjoyed. A light fruity, a little spicy. Always delightful. She set the bag in the hot water, dunking it up and down a few times to encourage osmosis.

He say back and regarded Dasca for a long moment and then said “The biggest obstacles we have faced is the lack of attention from both the Federation and Star Fleet. When we are useful or they need something, we are paid attention to. Otherwise… little to nothing. Thus we are striving to be able to operate independently, without the constant need for Star Fleet or the Senate to feel the need to swoop in every ten months, make an absolute disaster of whatever we were trying to do… or just telling us ‘no’… and then flit away again until they need our resources or a staging area.” He stirred his tea a moment and then said “This is not a convience store for Star Fleet and the Federation to just stop by when they are feeling peckish, Captain. This is a colony of millions who live, work, eat, sleep, love, and die to call home. My vision is to give them just that.”

Hyrushi, Gov

Long fingers wrapped around her tea cup, Dasca had listened intently, not just to his words but the way he said them and what that might imply. “And I think that is a worthy vision. But call me Eela, not Captain. I have reasons for that that actually relate to what you just said. I will utilize my experience and connections to oversee the Starfleet contingent, but I’m not, nor can I be their Commanding Officer. I’m not officially on-duty anyway, so I will function more like a Commander-In-Chief.”

She sipped on her tea carefully, not wanting to take too much right away and burn her mouth. “I’m retired. Have been for five years now. But all cards on the table? I was proud to be a Starfleet captain and had fully intended to die in my command chair. I was supposed to go down with the ship, the way it’s so poetically put. But that’s not reality and that’s not what happened. And for the last five years, I found something else I’m quite good at and have bene fortunate to have travelled all over the galaxy, save the Delta Quadrant. Never did make it there, though not for lack of trying,” she said with a glimmer in her hazel eyes. “The point is that I’m very well travelled and I’ve dealt with many types of people. In each their own way, they look for connection. To their world, to the people around them. To the Universe. That connection, in whatever form it takes, is what makes a place. What I hear from you is that there is a connection forming but it is often disjointed. So our goal should be to encourage and actively help create that connect here on this colony for all those that seek it. Would that be a reasonable interpretation?”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.