MSPNPC Da’al Military Advisor Zeneth - Meeting Allies
Marie Everett
((Military Defense Unit Building One, Advisor Office - Da'al capital city))
Zeneth turned off her monitor, rubbing her temples. So, this was the beginning of a new chapter for her people, and if she was honest, herself. Maybe she’d started off on the wrong foot, going behind Ypartin’s back, but the other men who tried to counsel him had always looked at her as if she was a pet of the Prime Minister, or worse, a puppet.
She took a quick glance in her mirror and took a deep breath. Yes, she was young, but she knew her job because she’d basically created it. No one had ever thought to raise a real military past the usual local patrols. But she had - and Ypartin had seen she knew how to be diplomatic in her dealing with various factions. They hadn’t had a riot in nearly three years now and that was largely because she and Ypartin worked in sync, talking down any hint of rebellion with solid, logical solutions. It hadn’t always worked, but it was showing progress.
She smoothed down her bright indigo hair, trying to get it into a semblance of tidiness. She was known to run both hands through it when stressed. Closing her light violet eyes, she prayed to her Goddess again that all would be done for the good of her people.
The young advisor went back to her terminal and sent a quick message to Ypartin to let him know the Federation ship was in range. She only hoped that when others learned more about this situation, they would still trust her to make the right decisions in tandem with her generals.
(( Prime ministerial offices, Vman – Da’al capital city ))
Zeneth was already there when Ypartin arrived. On his massive, ornately carved desk, the one at which sixteen decades of prime ministers had carried out their official functions, the desktop monitor was activated, the emblem of his government rotating slowly.
Ypartin: ::adjusting his tunic:: How is this supposed to work, Zeneth? Do we wait for them to contact us? Or am I supposed to contact them?
Zeneth: They will send a direct message to your terminal. No one but you and I will see it.
Ypartin: Don’t take this as a lack of confidence in your abilities, Zeneth, but are you absolutely certain that this communication will not be traced?
Zeneth: As no one knows it will be happening, I do not see how anyone would attempt to trace the transmission.
Ypartin: All right. ::takes his position behind the desk:: Let’s get this over with.
Ypartin tapped the desktop monitor and keyed in the encryption credentials Zeneth had provided him. After a few moments, the communications system recognized an incoming transmission with matching encryption. Zeneth watched her friend's face closely, knowing him better than most thought she did. He would be calm on the outside, but she knew he still harbored doubts. She only wished she knew if those doubts now included having her on as an advisor.
There were several people visible in the frame, and Zeneth kept silent so that the Prime Minister could speak first.
Ypartin: Federation vessel. I am Ypartin, prime minister of Da’al. We are pleased to welcome you into our space.
Nicholotti: response
Ypartin: Yes, Fleet Captain. ::motioning to Zeneth to make herself visible in the frame:: The individual who contacted you is Zeneth. She is a military advisor and a minister in my government. I apologize for the clandestine nature of our communications with you.
Nicholotti: response
Ypartin: My people are facing an existential crisis, Fleet Captain Nicholotti. We have been informed that Klingons have threatened to attack our outer colonies and, from there, our homeworld. We have a long and proud history of non-alignment and neutrality, which has existed since my people took their first, uncertain steps into the galaxy over one hundred years ago.
Zeneth could hear the tinge of theatrics in Ypartin's tone and wondered if he truly believed that these people could help them, or if he was worried about his future as a politician. She took a breath, but said nothing. He hadn't asked for her input during this call, so she would be an observer, for now.
Ypartin: I hope you can understand the impossible position I am in. Even speaking to you now feels like a betrayal of the principles my people elected me to uphold. But to do nothing is an even greater betrayal. This is why my minister has contacted the Federation. ::long, dramatic pause:: We need your help.
Nicholotti/Anyone: response(s)?
Tag/TBC
MSPNPC Zeneth
Da’al Military Advisor
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Counseling Officer
USS Resolution
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