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House Duroc Embassy - When Cultures (And Laws) Clash (Tag Lt. Gov.)

Posted Sept. 20, 2022, 6:50 a.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)

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Urg inclined his head and said “Of course. Although I wouldn’t put too much emphasis on a timeframe. After all, even if the incident does make the scream-sheets, if we don’t respond immediately we can always couch it in terms of ‘Neither of us thought of this as an issue that needed to be addressed. The only one making it into something are those that are reporting on it.’ or something; and then of course issue our joint statement.” Urg laughed somewhat softly. “And then, perhaps, we start an intra-organizational Parises Squares league. Or what is it the humans play? Softball? Sounds absolutely boring.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

Eela let out a throaty chuckle. “Hitting things with sticks… oldest sports there are,” she said with a grin. “Not my personal taste, but then again you won’t see me playing any physical sports these days, so take that as you will.” Of course, one could jokingly call both politics and diplomacy sports, in which case she was knee deep in game play.

“If he, and you as well, would permit it, I’d like to speak with Lieutenant Vargas. If I’m to talk to Starfleet and hear their side of the matter, it seems only fair he gets to share his side. I’d like the honour of hearing that personally, if I might.”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Urg looked at her and shook his head, but grinned slightly. “You and honor… I swear it’s like talking to the Chancellor’s sycophants. Its not honor, Captain. It’s the smart thing to ask. Just because I’m Klingon doesn’t mean you have to tie everything back to honor. But I get it… old habits and such.” He reached over and grabbed a large brass bell and rang it and a low gong-like sound issued forth. Soon the door opened and Urg said “Find Vargas and bring him here.” and the door closed. Urg stood and went over to the side of the room when a small table with dark crystalline goblets and large pitcher stood. “Drink, Lieutenant Governor?” he asked as he poured a deep, ruby-red liquid into one of the goblets.

Urg, Lord Duroc

She inclined her head. “Yes, please.”

Eela regarded him for a moment before deciding whether to go forth and speak her mind as he had earlier instructed her. “You misunderstand me though, Lord Duroc. I use the word honour quite intentionally but I don’t mean it the way I used it earlier. You are right that it is misused in many contexts, and I would like us to redefine it, here and now.” Her hazel eyes became intense as she traced his movements.

“Going forth when I say honour, I mean it in regards to extreme privilege.” She tapped her heart with hand twice. “I had the honour of commanding a starship. Those people, my crew, yes, could obey orders, but that did not make them my crew. To know that I had earned their respect and trust so that we could do whatever it was that was required of us… that is honour for me. You can invite Vargas in here and you can even compel him to talk to me, but that isn’t what I am hoping for.” She blew out a breath. “To be allowed to hear a person’s story, their struggle, that is an honour, and it is one that I do not take lightly. And I know when people are being sincere, I am an empath after all. Luis Vargas, for whatever reason, was not heard. Out of all of this, I feel that is the gravest injustice here.”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

The pitcher slammed down hard and Urg whirled around, his eyes alight with righteous fury. “HE WAS HEARD! JUST NOT BY YOU!!” The waves of anger and barely contained rage radiated off of Urg like a hurricane pounding rocky cliffs above a dark and foreboding sea. Then, just as quickly, the storm passed. Urg took a breath. “Apologies. Sometimes my emotions get the better of me.” He lifted the pitcher and poured another goblet, bringing. Oth back to the ‘fire’ pit and handing one to Dasca. “Denublian Four Berry wine. A gift from a friend.” and he took a seat.

Urg, Lord Duroc

Dasca accepted the glass even though her heart rate had jumped up when he had slammed the pitcher. It wasn’t the noise made by his yelling that had also caused her to flinch ever so slightly, but the force of his emotions that were the equivalent of a hard slap to an empath. “I know personally about having a temper so I understand,” she said as she took a sip of the wine. It was sweet but not overly so- rather nice to drink, all told.

Despite his outburst and the potential to cause more, Eela saw an opportunity here to create that bridge she knew was necessary. Leaning forward, her hazel eyes alight, she allowed some of the genuine frustration she felt to show on her face. “Yes, you heard Luis Vargas. Yes, you did right by him. But that is not the issue at hand! For reasons I might or might not be able to find out later Starfleet did not hear him when he needed them to the most. They made an error. How can amends be made if that error is not acknowledged? Starfleet failed him in a fundamental way and that fact does not change because you stepped in and offered Vargas what he needed! And since I am the senior most representative of Starfleet here on this colony, yes, I need to hear Luis Vargas because we have an opportunity to help Starfleet as a whole learn. Because here is a truth few others will say but I am not afraid to: Starfleet as an organization is tired. While there are no wars going on currently, there has been decade after decade of conflict. A whole generation of officers have been battle oriented because it was what was needed. But that is not reality now, it is not the future. So yes, an organization like Starfleet can and does make mistake. All. The. Damn. Time! And sometimes you can’t fix that mistake, but one can sure as hell acknowledge that it was made. Just like Klingons claiming honour as the end all and be all, Starfleet often claims duty as the highest value. But we’re talking about people, Lord Duroc. And people are complicated and have differing needs that don’t always mesh so nicely with duty. So think whatever the hell you want of Starfleet, and of me, but I know what is needed here so that the organization I so proudly served can grow and find its way back to what it was always supposed to be. You can help me with this, and or you can continue to scoff and needlessly remind me how superior your actions were in all of this.” She sipped on the wine but there was a hint of ferocity behind even that small gesture.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.


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