Ensign Taggart - Others Are Interested.

[Iain Turnbull]

((Conference Room, Deck 5, USS Octavia E Butler))

The negotions had drifted back and forth a little, but now in round two Taggart had gone in full throttle. Membership was just as quickly yoinked away by Nilsen. Taggart decided to chuck a small spanner into the proverbial machinery.

Taggart: There may have been.... issues.

Nilsen: Issues?

Taggart: Much of the mining equipment is old. Our resourses for undertaking repairs are very limited.

Nilsen: I mean, that sounds like we will need to devote a lot of resources to fix that, the kind we give member worlds, and it sounds like you really want the membership, but as I said before, that is off the table, so if that’s all what you want, I’m afraid we’ll have to end it there.

Nilsen rose, turning to walk away.

Martinson leaned over towards Taggart, shielding his mouth with a hand.

Martinson: ::whispering:: I'd hit him with the old your enemy is interested. Unless you got something else hidden up your sleeve.

Nodding, Taggart sat forwards and laced his fingers together in a steeple.

A little real-world realism might add to the scenario.

Taggart: The UDP have shown great interest in what we have to offer.

The room went silent for a moment.

Taggart: They have been.... most insisitent.

As Nilsen resumed his seat, he looked across the table thoughtfully.

Nilsen: Okay, tell you what, you said this was pretty dangerous right, interlopers and thieves, so what if I could solve your problem. No membership but, we know how to deal with this, we know how to defend our convoys. Let us have exclusive rights to the ore.

Taggart: Why would we allow the Federation a monopoly on our resources if we are not a member?

Martinson sat back in his seat, Taggart raised an eyebrow, and Nilsen continued.

Nilsen: You see with federation ships always in the system, and crews likely looking to spend their credits when they visit. You get a steady stream of people bringing money into your economy and criminals think twice when even a Nova shows up in a system. You basically get all the benefits of federation membership, without the need to devote much to us, just the mine.

Martinson: Now that sounds like a helluva deal.

Taggart smirked across at Martinson.

Taggart: It certainly does. ::Turning back to Nilsen.:: I believe that is a fair compromise, Lieutenant.

Martinson: Alright, I think we've hit on a high here. ::gesturing towards Nilsen:: You learn quickly.

Giving a nod, Taggart “broke character” and sat back.

Taggart: Yup, as a friend of mine would say, you're a canny lad.

Nilsen: response

Martinson: Maybe not full on negotiations for real. But something more on a micro level, should be enough to handle for now.

Nilsen: response

Martinson: Definitely practice more. And I mean all the time. In little things in day to day dealings, you can find little ways to see if you can get a situation going in the direction you want.

Taggart gave a grin as he looked across the table at Nilsen.

Taggart: Just never with a Quartermaster.

Nilsen: response

((End scene for Taggart?))

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Ensign Simeon Taggart.

Close Protection Officer.

Starfleet Diplomatic Corps Security.

Simmed by;

1st Lieutenant Arturo Maxwell.

Marine Officer, 4/73 Marines.

USS Octavia E Butler: NCC-82850.

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