Posted March 16, 2023, 6:55 p.m. by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) (David Fergusson)
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At this comment the shorter man who was of the more minority in voice spoke and was heard, =/\= Spasa! We have debated for some decades now that what the holy agents said of the Feddoomer devils was not them being actual devils of Unknown Word likely deity reference but simply flesh and beings like us. This and what the little one said just a bit ago would confirm this! Lower your stick of fire at least for now, perhaps we can learn more?=/\= He said.
Thankfully it seems even those who were more boisterous like the large woman who’s name it seems was Spasa seemed to for now agree with the smaller man. Spasa seemed grumpy that she was not yet going to get allowed to shoot some ‘devils’ but did as the man said though seemed more then read to fire if she felt the need as did her followers.
Verity nodded. The XO had given a good speech to the people. Hopefully, they listened. After all, it was all for their benefit.
Glen was also impressed by Joe’s irish blarney. They’d given this their best shot.
Pashi spoke to the group of natives in Klingon, her voice was calm and lyrical “As my friend has pointed out we come as friends. We wish to share food with you. If you doubt us, ask the young child who we returned. She did more harm to us, and we did not harm her.” Pashi knew that many species cultures began their negotiations with the exchange of food. She could only pray that these natives had not been totally corrupted by the Klingons and see the truth behind the gesture and what was said. She also knew that the Klingons would focus mostly on the Humans of the Federation than its other species members, thus she hoped her appearance would confuse what they had been told about the Agents of the Feddoomers.
When Pashi spoke this drew the attentions of everyone, even the more hostile like Spasa seemed taken aback, it seems Pashi’s thoughts that the Klingons made the Federation out to be ‘devil’s in the local religion were indeed mainly focused on the humans, and not so much other non-humans. =/\= A Feddoomer devil who is.....not a devil? =/\= seemed to be heard muttered in one form or another among the 20 armed natives.
The smaller man who spoke before near Spasa stepped carefully forward out of full cover, and then shouted up the hill to the landing party. =/\= You do not seem like the rest of the Feddoomer devils. Our religious texts and the agents of Va’s Strength (it seems the UT finally locked on to what the major deities name was!), never said much on the servants of the Fed Devils. Are you then one such servant? =/\= he asked.
Lt Mullins contained to look around and watch what was going on. He felt as if he was a little useless on this mission but there might always be a need for a engineering officer. There was not much at this time for him to handle but he was still just keeping an eye out for anything. He was always nervous about being in a potential threatening situation. He had his hand on his phaser just in case.
Glen told Pashi, “They appear to be much warmer to you than me because you don’t look like their idea of a ‘Fedoomer’. I’m happy, and would like, for you to continue these negotiations with them, as you seem to be getting through better than I ever could. I only wish now that I’d brought down Cara Meow, and Trexi, the Edosian from Engineering on the Landing Party rather than this very humanoid-looking bunch.”
Glen told Lance, “I want you and your men to stay back and keep quiet. This is on a knife-edge and could go either way. Pashi seems to have their ear and is making a difference. Let’s not do anything rash that might ruin that. The Merrimack still has a Transporter Lock on us. All I need to do is to give the word!”
“Understood Sir.” replied Pashi. “No, I am not a Feddoomer devil. None of us are Feddoomer’s. We are creatures of flesh and blood, just like you. We want to help you. As a show of our sincerity we would like to share some food and drink with you. I assure you, on my life, that we mean you no harm. Should you come to harm because of my fellow companions, I will stand in their place and allow you to judge me, even if I must die.” With that Pashi took a step forward.
Max thought for a second after the response from Pashi. He believe he remembered a way to show the creatures the humans were not gods. He asked himself, ‘Would blood prove this to the creatures?’. He then said to Pashi, “Would showing them we have blood not prove that we aren’t Feddoomers? You are more than welcome to use my blood if needed. Cutting me with a knife, might be a good start.” He then waited to see what Pashi thought of the idea.
Pashi thought a second and replied “At this time I would say, no. Remember they may have a different blood type than you, and I am pretty sure their blood looks nothing like mine.”
Joe’s tolerance for diplomacy with a people whose little children seemed to have more honor and fighting ability than the grownups was quickly coming to an end. He was starting to grind his teeth and look at the larger of rocks on the ground to hurl at the next native that irritated him when an idea occurred to him. He contacted Pashi then and told her =/\= Lieutenant, tell them we have an engineer who would like to see their mines and perhaps make them safer. =/\= Joe had never yet seen a miner who didn’t like to talk about their mine or complain about its safety.
OOC: Fixed second split
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