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Main Sim - Alstair Prime - Landing Party Arrival

Posted Feb. 26, 2021, 4:06 a.m. by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) (David Fergusson)

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The doors then soon open to reveal a simple but yes tastefully regal looking council hall. Flanking them on either side in seats were several advisory looking females. Ahead of them around a quarter moon shaped table were three raised platforms about a foot high where sat three more elderly looking females of the Alstair race. The middle one rose knocking a quartz like rock on a platform to get everyone’s attention. =/\= Fellow council members, advisors to the council. We of the Tri-Council welcome our visitors from the stars from the USS Merrimack, let them come before us and introduce themselves and what brings them from such distant regions to our home systems..=/\=

“This feels more like a Klingon tribunal than a welcome,” Glen said to Kord.

Glen indicated that the landing party should enter the hall and he lead them into the council hall. He looked around to see if they were meant to take seats or just to stand in the dock.

There were quite comfortable looking seats present before the Council’s table for the landing party to sit at.

“As it should, sir. We’ve stepped into a court, a place of great significance on this planet, where decisions that impact the population’s life are made, and we have just shown they are not alone in the universe. I can hardly imagine a more appropriate place.” Inola spoke quietly as she followed her Captain into the hall, awed by the historic moment. “It becomes routine to us, first contact and presenting the Federation to a new planet, but it is a moment that will be remembered in the years to come for each people we encounter.”

“Okay, I’ll cut them some slack,” replied Glen. “I agree, the Vulcan meeting on Earth is almost etched in our psyche, but the Vulcans knew about Feng Shui. This place is intimidating, just in the layout alone.”

Kord looked around.

“I don’t know. I find it relaxing myself.” he said taking a deep breath after.

“You know,” replied Glen, “You could lead on this if you wanted. I don’t think I ever give you enough responsibility, and you do have a thousand years of experience meeting other civilisations. Just promote the Federation in a positive light. Emphasise to them our commitment to diversity and equality, universal rights, and liberty. Not forgetting the environment, anti-corruption, peace, justice, and progress! Tip toe around their lack of males, for the moment, until we know more about their society. We don’t want to make a faux pas or indiscretion with any careless remark.”

Kord’s mouth quirked up into a slight one sided smile.

“If you’re worried about a taboo on males, you might want to let a female lead.”

Kord would take lead if Glen wanted but if he was that concerned with potential cultural sensitivities shifting from one male to another might not make a difference.

“I’ll take lead but there are other aspects you might want to think on. Perhaps they are morphic species where some of them take on male aspects for purposes of reproduction. Perhaps they’re a clone species. Perhaps they’re a mono sexed race and force any male children produced to undergo surgical or genetic redefinition.
Perhaps they genetic test all pregnant females and abort males in utero.” Kord could be overanalytical at times.

“Believe me, I’ve thought of all those things too,” replied Glen. “and more! That wasn’t why I suggested it at all. I genuinely thought it would be good to give you more responsibility,”

“They’re expecting to talk to the commanding officer. If I take this, you should at least make the first approach with introductions then delegate to me,” added Kord.

“Yes, of course,” replied Glen, “you are right as usual. It must be myself to make the first approach. So, here goes nothing!”

Glen took two more steps forward from the group and announced themselves to Lodu and the Tri-Council. He repeated what he had said at the beam down site again =/\= I am Captain John T Glen of the starship Merrimack. I come here representing the United Federation of Planets. This is my First officer, Kord, my communications officer, Inola, Tia, my Chief of Engineering who has been aboard your ship on the journey back, my Chief of Security, Hal and junior officers, Willickers and Sherry. =/\=

There was a pause before the musical like reply came through in the UT =/\= We of the Tri-Council welcome you and your members, Captain Glen. Please relax and take a seat. Can we offer you refreshments of water perhaps? =/\= The middle female figure asked.

Once replies were made and any water glasses gotten, which came in slim fluted glasses of quartz like crystal. The Council continued =/\= You must forgive us for what is surely an air of tension and perhaps anxiousness. While we of the People have suspected life was out there in the Abyss of space we have till now not met anyone. Further to meet a people among a joint ‘Federation’ was even less expected! Especially ones so varied in their species make up. Surely we must seem like children to you from your no doubt vast experiences. =/\= The right hand council member said.

A clearing of a throat from the leftmost drew their attention there. =/\= Regardless. I am known as error unknown word, probably a name, =/\= The UT buzzed in error at the end for the first name, =/\= And this in our middle is Torklan, and to the end is Libright =/\= But thankfully got the other two names right. =/\= We are most interested in learning more about your Federation, as well as its beliefs, goals, purposes, and history in short. If you don’t mind briefing us on such to begin with. =/\= The first one asked.

Torkland then added, =/\= I would also be interested in how your society deals with the standing of outsiders to your Federation.=/\= She said.

Hal watched the meeting with interest. They could be making history here. Who knows what might be in ten or twenty years from this exchange?

Briefly Glen explained the inner workings of the UFP governmental systems without getting into too much detail. He wished he had thought to bring down a visual display unit with some kind of slideshow of graphics and images. He stopped well before the Astaireans began to look bored.

“To answer your last question,” Glen said, “we have a guiding principle called the Prime Directive which every Starfleet officer is bound to. It prevents us from interfering in the natural, unassisted, development of societies, even if such interference was well-intentioned. Such interference includes introducing superior knowledge, strength, or technology to a world whose society is incapable of handling such advantages wisely. We measure that a world is capable of handling such information when it reaches the Warp drive technological level , a level which you yourselves achieved when you launched your spacecraft.”

OOC: hops into thread I didn’t know I was supposed to be here xD but I’m just going to pretend Saark was here all along.

OOC: You weren’t with us. You were still administering to the sick Alstaireans. However, you would have accompanied them down to the planet and can now meet us here.

IC: As Saark joined the party… “And this is Saark my Chief Medical Officer who has been tending to your injured,” Glen told the Council, as Saark arrived. “Saark is from the planet Vulcan.”

Saark watched the meeting with great interest. New alien species had always been his specialty and he was glad in his own Vulcan way to be a part of the meeting with them, no matter its outcome.

~ Lt. Saark, CMO

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