Lt. Cmdr Rebecca Iko -- Our histories are better left remembered
Rebecca Iko
((OOC: pushing the scene on as per 48/72 hour rule. Previous tags can be found in my last sim.))
((Inside Hovan Military Command Center))
Iko: There are several different ways to do something.
She looked between everyone, unsure of what the reactions would be—from Ser or from Annamae or Nevark.
oO Don't tell me I've bloody said something wrong… Oo
Nevark: As in there may be different ways to approach the problem as long as the gila is met it is a success, however, some systems may be better than others at achieving this.
Ser: Response
Barberra: Well it’s not like the Uwezo are pedalling really fast to get their drive to Warp 1. When a civilisation reaches a certain level of technological capability, they’ve won the development game and we generally like to turn up and offer a friendly, you know, “hey, how you doin’, we make this thing called apple strudel, would you like some?” That kind of thing.
Bec jumped in before Ser could ask what apple strudel was. They could (probably) easily explain it, but that would be a conversation where Bec would really dislike the talky talky part. This at the moment was fine, but already in all honesty it felt like they were dragging their feet to get anywhere.
She was not a diplomat.
Iko: We just want to make sure, as you do, that the Uwe enter space and interstellar relations smoothly…
But she also was. Today.
Annamae has Bec a click-point. Bec looked towards her and smiled slightly, before returning her focus to the Hovan and moving right along.
Nevark: Relationships can be difficult and with you being so close to each other in space we appreciate there may be concerns from your side.
Barberra: What are your concerns with them? Not the diplomatically worded ones, the *real* ones. I assume you’ve been studying them for a long time, right?
Iko: You wished to speak with us rather than the FDC for a reason…
Ser: Response
Bec felt like she was getting impatient. She crossed her arms loosely, with her arm more clutching her forearm than her elbow, giving Ser a look as if to get him to continue.
Nevark: I see. I can understand that being a difficult thing to overcome.
Iko: But it can be done.
Ser: Response
Nevark: If I may ask, is that part of the reason you didn’t wish to communicate with us?
Ser: Response
Iko: There are other people that we've met that appreciate being left alone. We like to have an open line of communication just in case anything… goes wrong.
Like, for instance, away teams getting trapped by Trenvonn technology.
Barberra: I promise, we don’t bite.
Bec nodded. Again. This time, one singular terse nod.
oO Not unless you bite first. Oo
Ser/Nevark: Response
Barberra: The Vulcans, a member species of the Federation, have a saying - “Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations”. Counsellor Nevark is from the planet Betazed - check out the colour of her eyes - whereas, Commander Iko here is from Earth but is a hybrid human-Klingon. I’m also from Earth, but I’m a boring old human without any special powers. But together? We can achieve anything, like... ::eyes up, thinking:: like, say, helping two close together worlds slowly integrate with each other. ::Shrug:: Just saying.
Technically Annamae had many special powers, one of which being over Bec's heart, another of which being something like being able to shove a ton of chickpeas up her nose, but neither of them seemed relevant enough to the topic at hand to mention.
Ser/Nevark: Response
Bec put her head in her hand. All this tip-toeing, scooting around the issue…
Barberra: What else can you show us on your tour? Sensor technology? Weather control systems? Games room?
Ser/Iko/Nevark: Response
Iko: She's very enthusiastic.
Ser/Barberra/Nevark: Response
Bec put her hands up. She was tired of trying to scoot around this.
Iko: Look, whether you like it or not, the Uwe are developing warp. If they're not saying “hi” tomorrow, they will be next week. You can't bloody stop it. So either you gotta be a kind neighbour and show them some of the ropes, or become an enemy and have tensions between you and the Uwe for the next hundred-million years.
Ser/Barberra/Nevark: Response
Bec shrugged. One of those tossing your hands in the air shrugs.
Iko: So what if they don't know crap? The Federation's founders were all dumbarses back 350 or so years ago, and there'd be a time in Hovan history where you were too. We grow and we learn. It's all part of life.
Ser/Barberra/Nevark: Response
Iko: Earth had just come out of a world war. It was in ruin. Divided.
Ser/Barberra/Nevark: Response
She held out her hands, as if trying to tell the Hovan, and probably everyone else, to slow down for a moment.
Iko: The Uwe are just getting into space, they're not gonna be perfect! Were you?
Ser/Barberra/Nevark: Response
Tag/TBC