03-07-2025, 07:45 AM
== NRC – Flint Chertstone – Tactical Officer ==
Flint listened as the man in the expensive suit began talking once the Captain had given him permission to do so.
"Captain Braggins, I must protest your decision to send...Junior Officers to participate in the race. The Wairara consider it a sacred event, and will no doubt consider it a calculated insult.
The Diplomatic Corps requested you because of your background as a pilot. Which, I might add, is also why I was assigned."
The man sounded like a whiny little SOB in all honesty, and having missed his earlier insults before they'd entered. Flint wondered; You were assigned cause you're a pilot too? A Pilot Pen Pusher. More like it..
The the man turned his attention in Flint's direction. Flint confused, glanced momentarily sideways at the hulking Gorn who was stood nearby before he realised it was actually him the man was now referring to.
"Even if they don't take it as an insult, what makes you believe that this...Officer...will sufficiently impress the Wairara enough to open formal diplomatic relations?"
Flint pushed off of the wall with the intention to give a more intimidating stance and make a cutting reply, which he hadn't actually thought of yet, but the young security officer got there first.
“We are all Starfleet officers here” He began, “and we have all earned and proved the right to be called such. We Midshipman may not have a list of world breaking achievements but not many officers, regardless of rank, do. And whilst you may look down at us, Sir, did the Captain not say that a big part of The Great Race is about overcoming constant challenge. Surely the people of Wairara would respect us for trying, because winning the race doesn't seem to be the point.”
Flint couldn't agree more with what Alden had said. Except for the last bit about winning not being the point. Surely that was the whole point?
Crossing his arms, Chertstone straightened his pose fully and made sure to level his best wry smile back at the tailored man, hoping to imply a 'beat that!' attitude without having to actually respond himself.
Flint listened as the man in the expensive suit began talking once the Captain had given him permission to do so.
"Captain Braggins, I must protest your decision to send...Junior Officers to participate in the race. The Wairara consider it a sacred event, and will no doubt consider it a calculated insult.
The Diplomatic Corps requested you because of your background as a pilot. Which, I might add, is also why I was assigned."
The man sounded like a whiny little SOB in all honesty, and having missed his earlier insults before they'd entered. Flint wondered; You were assigned cause you're a pilot too? A Pilot Pen Pusher. More like it..
The the man turned his attention in Flint's direction. Flint confused, glanced momentarily sideways at the hulking Gorn who was stood nearby before he realised it was actually him the man was now referring to.
"Even if they don't take it as an insult, what makes you believe that this...Officer...will sufficiently impress the Wairara enough to open formal diplomatic relations?"
Flint pushed off of the wall with the intention to give a more intimidating stance and make a cutting reply, which he hadn't actually thought of yet, but the young security officer got there first.
“We are all Starfleet officers here” He began, “and we have all earned and proved the right to be called such. We Midshipman may not have a list of world breaking achievements but not many officers, regardless of rank, do. And whilst you may look down at us, Sir, did the Captain not say that a big part of The Great Race is about overcoming constant challenge. Surely the people of Wairara would respect us for trying, because winning the race doesn't seem to be the point.”
Flint couldn't agree more with what Alden had said. Except for the last bit about winning not being the point. Surely that was the whole point?
Crossing his arms, Chertstone straightened his pose fully and made sure to level his best wry smile back at the tailored man, hoping to imply a 'beat that!' attitude without having to actually respond himself.