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Posted Jan. 30, 2023, 2:57 p.m. by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) (David Fergusson)

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Meanwhile Glen took Joe aside. “If the girl is just going to snarl at you, then you would probably be more useful elsewhere. I see you sent Lt. Mullins to the Bridge to try to contact the Klingons. I think we also need to return to the planet and make contact with the other adult natives that your report said you saw arguing. With our UTs updated from the language we get out of the girl, we should beam back down to same place. We can continue to mingle with the locals by random talking, or more listening, or we just outright reveal ourselves to those you saw earlier. I want to be in the landing party this time. I heard you call it an ‘away team’! I like the sound of that! Do you want to choose they rest. I told Cara she was excused. If you want to stay on the Merrimack too, then I quite understand.”

Joe was more than relieved to hear that Gleen was going to offer him the chance to stay on board. From the moment that Joe had materialized on that planet the place had seemed altogether unhealthy and inhospitable. The poor planet had been abused in every way imaginable. It had almost immediately reminded Joe of an ecological theory called the Gaia principle. A thing that said a planet would maintain itself to support life even if it meant letting the current life forms destroy themselves.

Joe pursed his lips and frowned in thought. “Sir I think your idea about a a direct contact would be a good one. Just walk on in and say hello so to speak. This being said though I think I’d keep the landing party a small lot. Also, you may want to fill it with things these people are aware of. We could have engineering make you a few Klingon disruptors for instance. The people down there will know what they are immediately. And if we can’t figure out their language then speak to them in Klingon. It’s a language that I’m sure our linguist is familiar with. Put all this together and I think you may have a chance to get your foot in the door so to speak. And as for anything else sir who stays and goes is up to you. I can do either. You’re the boss.” Joe finished with a crooked grin.

Glen nodded in agreement but also found Pashi’s interaction with the girl fascinating.

“As for now I think I’ll go wander about making sure nothing is on fire as I make my way up to the bridge to see how Mullins is doing.”

Pashi looked at the young child in front of her, her antenna moving ever so spuriously forward toward the child. Her sensitive hearing was picking up very muted whispering from the child, and a quick glance at the universal translator showed it was not receiving this information. Slowly, so that the child could see what she was doing, she made some more adjustments to the instrument; until the universal translator started receiving the sounds. The translator started to analysis the pattern and words she was muttering.

The girl looked at Pashi, then at her antenna it seemed their movements were what intrigued the girl the most for a moment. Then the repeated questions got her attention to focus and she replied, “..Bako..” She then made a similar gesture to herself, the UT made a beep as such to make the theory that this was the girl’s name. “…Passshiii..” The girl then said slightly slurring the sss and iii a bit, seeming to grasp this much the girl cautiously made other word sounds. Gesturing slightly with her hands about the room then to Pashi’s uniform and in particular pointing at her uniform badge. “…Fed doom?” She said squinting her eyes as if uncertain of something but clearly recognizing the symbol, probably something related to the klingons and/or her limited education or something when they were present.

Pashi would recall the Klingons had used the natives original religion to make them look like their divine beings agents. And in turn painted the Federation and their allies for the past 30-40 years as ‘demons’ among their religion. Perhaps Fed-doom was their cultural word for Federation?

Glen was so taken aback by what was happening between Pashi and the girl, especially when she called out “…fed doom…”, that he missed Joe’s reply to him. “I’m sorry. what did you say,? he asked Joe.

Joe seemed to be a bit confused himself. Being in sick bay with the source of all this bacteria business was not for him and he was eager to leave. He just shook his head and tried to answer again saying.” Nothing important really sir. I just said I’ll wander off and do XO things for the moment. Check to see that no one is poking holes in the hull and such and then I’ll make my way to the bridge to see how Mullins is doing.”

“Okay,” replied Glen, “…and get some rest. I’ll organise the next landing party myself then.”

Captain Glen could see that this process of interviewing the child was going to take a while. With the skills Pashi was showing here, he had to have her on the landing party, so it was going to have to wait for her to finish. He could still think about who else he would take in the meantime.

Pashi ignored everything around her except the girl and the universal translator. It finally started to formulate a speech pattern; it was a hybrid language version of the planet’s native language and Klingon. She had an idea and switched to Klingon and made a few minor adjustments to the universal translator, “HISlaH,, qar’a’? Heghpu’ ghaH, pagh vIbuSqu’ QoyDI’ ghu’ vIQoypu’ {Yes, my name is Pashi. Your name is Bako? I am not a Demon, Federation is friends, here to help.}.

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