Posted by Gamemaster Matrix (GMT) in Main Sim - Cargo Bay

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in Main Sim - Cargo Bay

Posted by Gamemaster Matrix (GMT) in Main Sim - Cargo Bay
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Pretha headed for the solo man. She was smiling and greeting everyone as she passed. Her pause at his location was meant to look purely like an afterthought.

Some smiled and greeted her, some treated her with suspicion. No one seemed to suspect her true mission.

“Everything ok? If you aren’t partial to spaghetti, I’m happy to get you something else. I think we can even take into your own computers if there’s something specific you wish.” She reached down in politeness, offering to take the tray of what she perceived was uneaten food, at least to him. In her own mind, she wondered if he was hoarding more than pasta.

Pretha
CoS

The man looked up. As with Vulcans, guessing a Romulan’s age got more difficult with time. This one was in early middle age. He looked up from his reading. “Quite the opposite. It was delicious. Living in the Federation may have more yet to offer.” He smiled charmingly. “I’m just holding onto my plate in case my son wakes up hungry.” He nodded back to a boy sleeping on two crates lined up as a makeshift bed.

-Matrix

Sathut tilted his head slightly. “Schooling always tends to be an interesting subject, but my thoughts push me towards another question. When I prayed, the children prayed as well. My question is regarding that. How much of your race’s religions are you knowledgeable about? How much can you tell me? Beginning, what are the common religions? Is your race more agnostic and non-religious, or is there still a strong core pf believers?”

Sathut, CNS

“There’s not so much a universal religion. But some houses worship the Elements. Some the Preservers. Some households don’t care. It just depends on older traditions.”

-Matrix

Security rushed in. “Lena Khev! They need you in sickbay.” The children’s caretaker stood and walked to Sathut first. “Take good care of them. They trust you.” Then she left with the NE in a hurry.

-Matrix

Sathut nodded solemnly. “It is my duty,” he spoke to Lena. He looked to the children, then turned to Eris. “What are your beliefs? I understand if you are uncomfortable sharing. In response, do you have any questions for me?”

Sathut, CNS

“We were raised believing in the Preservers. Sometimes all this… shakes my faith. But we’re here. With food. And a clean place to sleep. Is everyone as scared of us as they look? I know from history classes what happened between The Empire and The Federation. But that doesn’t mean all the Rihannsu are murderers.” He looked sullen and contemplative.

-Matrix

“My race is most certainly unafraid of you. It is very difficult to gain a reputation that causes a Raka to be frightened of another society. We judge each individual on their personal merits, and insofar as I have seen, you as an individual have done nothing to earn my fear. As a result, I do not fear you. I can tell that the humans do not trust you. Fear is a strong word. Some may fear you, but I am of the impression that the main emotions that are present are ones of stress and distrust. For the humans, you must earn trust. It is different from the way I was taught to think.”

Sathut, CNS

Eris thought for a moment. “I wouldn’t ask them to trust every Romulan. But walking around with weapons, like we’re an active threat… what do they want?” He gestured to the group of refugees. “We’re not exactly a warfaring bunch.”

-Matrix

“I cannot say… I really do not know,” Sathut replied. His ears fell back and down, his brow creasing. “I apologize for the attitudes of my fellow Starfleet Officers,” he said remorsefully.

Sathut, CNS

“The humans’ mistrust is not your fault. I’m worried about the little ones. I think a lot of us who remember the old Romulus are. I don’t want them to grow up thinking their Rihannsu blood is wrong.”

“My father used to tell me ‘Challenge makes great men.’ It’s an old proverb. Hopefully that’s all that will happen. For now, I’ll just let the kids enjoy having a clean place to sleep.”

“I have to know. If we go to earth, or some world like it, all of this: food, a place to stay, we can have that. Right? I can work.” He was asking the Raka to make a rather large promise, but he seemed concerned that they had come all this way to be feared and end up back where they started.

-Matrix

“I will fight to ensure you are treated well. You and all your kind who need a home. If the main federation worlds will not accept you… I may be able to get a word into my government to push Earth and the others, or find a suitable colony for you to join. I may not be their family, but I feel strongly about not letting children grow up homeless and on the run as you have been. I cannot speak on behalf of the Federation, but I can speak on my own behalf. I will not let you be abandoned.” Sathut spoke, getting more worked up than he normally did, his tail lashing back and forth agitatedly.

Sathut, CNS

“Half of them, their mothers died in cage birth, they think that’s normal. I guess I should explain, cage birth is what we call it when the conditions get to a mother, but her will made her baby survive. Probably happening upstairs right now. Maybe your medicine can save her. We never got a chance to try that.”

“Enough about the New Empire. Those replicators. Are they common outside of starships? We grew up in a home without them. Not because we were poor. We owned a restaurant. We all knew how to cook.”

-Matrix

Sathut dipped his head sadly to hear about this ‘cage birth’ that the young Romulan spoke of. He perked up a little more at the question about replicators. “In some places and on some worlds. Where I grew up, they were used for the creation of material objects, but all of our food was grown naturally. In some communities on Earth, all the food is replicated. It varies.”

Sathut, CNS

“It was much the same at home. It’s funny to me how two such large societies can hate each other so much. But be so similar. In school, the Federation was blamed for every time we came into conflict. And yet… we can have a completely civil conversation.”

-Matrix

Pretha smiled. “There is plenty and I am sure he will desire it warm and fresh. How about we get you something more. It seems you could use a break. Perhaps a stimulant drink to help you stay awake? Or even a more relaxing substance you help you sleep? You are safe here and if the boy wakes, I will see to it, personally, that he gets food.” If she couldn’t get the tray from him, she’d have to resort to deeper scanning on a closer, more personal, level. Something she didn’t want to do if she didn’t have to. But she also had to think of everyone. Not just those in the bay, but the rest of the ship as well. Martyrs and fanatics were the worst. They were unpredictable and one was never sure what gesture, word, or action would set off a chain reaction that was unstoppable.

Pretha
CoS