03-11-2025, 07:26 PM
==Those...were some fantastic responses! I have a feeling I'm going to like working with this crew!==
Tomer's face turned an alarming shade of crimson when Alden spoke, and a vein started to quite obviously throb in his forehead while the Midshipman dressed him down. He had barely even had a chance to consider a retort before more of Braggins' merry band of misfits tried to pile it on, adding their own inane thoughts about how First Contact should be conducted, and how he should treat members of the crew.
How I should treat them!
It was ludicrous to the extreme. How dare these uniformed lackeys talk to him in such a way? He was the diplomatic specialist, so he had civilian oversight on how this endeavor was to proceed, and he wasn't about to be talked-down to by a bunch of stiff-necked and jackbooted warmongers. Especially this group, who had so far pushed the limit of peace with Cardassia twice, not to mention the fiasco with the Tholians. Yes, he was here to clamp down on Jennifer Braggins and her reckless behavior, and ensure that the Wairara made the correct choices when it came to picking their friends in the interstellar community.
Forcing himself to keep his composure, and willing the redness to fade somewhat from his face, Tomer adjusted his expensive jacket quickly and cleared his throat.
"Due to the Starfleet probe not having sufficient time to collect much data from the Wairara's communications broadcasts, we cannot be sure if this race is ceremonial or not. What we do know, is that racing is a major part of their culture, winning teams are lavishly rewarded. They have named their star Zun, after their god of Engineering, and their faith is based on the constant need to overcome challenge. This leads the Diplomatic Corps to believe that the race has both religiously ceremonial aspects, while also being meant as an actual challenge."
He didn't mention that the information he had delivered was virtually everything of cultural significance that the Diplomatic Corps had gathered on the Wairara. They didn't even know what one looked like. On the other hand, the uniformed peons only needed to show up, compete in the race, and look good for the cameras as Tomer completed his first First Contact and permanently secured his career path. This "briefing" was just, in Tomer's mind, a formality. A box to be checked off.
"I therefore believe it is in the best interests of interstellar diplomacy, that a veteran crew participate in the race. I believe, Captain, that those were your instructions from Ambassador Langtree?"
Tomer's face turned an alarming shade of crimson when Alden spoke, and a vein started to quite obviously throb in his forehead while the Midshipman dressed him down. He had barely even had a chance to consider a retort before more of Braggins' merry band of misfits tried to pile it on, adding their own inane thoughts about how First Contact should be conducted, and how he should treat members of the crew.
How I should treat them!
It was ludicrous to the extreme. How dare these uniformed lackeys talk to him in such a way? He was the diplomatic specialist, so he had civilian oversight on how this endeavor was to proceed, and he wasn't about to be talked-down to by a bunch of stiff-necked and jackbooted warmongers. Especially this group, who had so far pushed the limit of peace with Cardassia twice, not to mention the fiasco with the Tholians. Yes, he was here to clamp down on Jennifer Braggins and her reckless behavior, and ensure that the Wairara made the correct choices when it came to picking their friends in the interstellar community.
Forcing himself to keep his composure, and willing the redness to fade somewhat from his face, Tomer adjusted his expensive jacket quickly and cleared his throat.
"Due to the Starfleet probe not having sufficient time to collect much data from the Wairara's communications broadcasts, we cannot be sure if this race is ceremonial or not. What we do know, is that racing is a major part of their culture, winning teams are lavishly rewarded. They have named their star Zun, after their god of Engineering, and their faith is based on the constant need to overcome challenge. This leads the Diplomatic Corps to believe that the race has both religiously ceremonial aspects, while also being meant as an actual challenge."
He didn't mention that the information he had delivered was virtually everything of cultural significance that the Diplomatic Corps had gathered on the Wairara. They didn't even know what one looked like. On the other hand, the uniformed peons only needed to show up, compete in the race, and look good for the cameras as Tomer completed his first First Contact and permanently secured his career path. This "briefing" was just, in Tomer's mind, a formality. A box to be checked off.
"I therefore believe it is in the best interests of interstellar diplomacy, that a veteran crew participate in the race. I believe, Captain, that those were your instructions from Ambassador Langtree?"