Cmdr. Trake Promontory: Peace on Earths
Avander Promontory
(( Diplomatic Conference Room Blue, Deck 13, USS Thor ))
Trake Promontory felt that things were getting off to a good start. At least the representative from New Gaia was open and reasonable. Hopefully Josh was having a similar experience with the Nova Terran leader and the two good starts would merge into an even better middle.
Promontory: Just so. (beat) Well, shall we move to the larger conference room and engage with your counterpart?
Trake grabbed his PADD and typed a quick text message to Josh: =/\= Finishing up here, heading over to the Green Room in about 5 minutes. =/\=
They rose and made their way to the door.
Mosta’an: Indeed. I have been looking forward to the chance to speak with the Chief Minister.
Saa: The larger conference room is Green, with trim and decor to match. ::She explained:: Starfleet enjoys bit’s color coordination.
They had allowed the Nova Terrans access to the Yellow preparatory area and with the New Gaian leader leaving the Blue room the symbolic meeting at Green was a small and subtle nudge from the designer of the diplomatic suites.
Mosta’An: As do we New Gaians. Colour holds meaning, evokes emotions in those surrounded by it. Blue, for trust and stability, to calm the more fiery emotions. Green, for life, renewal, hope. Asture choices.
Promontory: (with a smile) And a proud old tradition of Captains wearing a red shirt!
(( Corridor, Deck 13, USS Thor ))
It wasn’t a long walk to the Green room but the other two were productively engaged in conversation and Trake did not want to rush them.
Saa: Your people as you have said live very contented lives, Malik. ::She tilts her head:: Satisfaction is something as a Counselor I have found very hard for any people to achieve societally.
Mosta’An: Satisfaction on that level takes years of work, and tireless effort from every citizen and world leader. New Gaia was a tumultuous place, long ago. My people decided they no longer wished to live like that; they wanted peace and prosperity for the rest of their lives, and the lives of all their descendants. You said earlier that hope is a choice, satisfaction is much the same.
Promontory: Just so.
Trake honestly believed satisfaction was a state of mind. After a certain threshold of needs met, a man who wasn’t happy with a little wouldn’t be content with a lot. But from the reports of his people, he wasn’t so sure that everyone on New Gaia had actually had that much of a choice in the matter. Still, he was diplomatically savvy enough not to express that aloud. He did, however, exchange a glance with his telepathic counselor as their guest was studying the bulkheads.
Saa: Then, why explore space? ::She tilted her head:: Exploration I have found is most often motivated by desire and curiosity of the people, is this one area where New Gaia and Earth still share similar views? Or is exploration of space something of the desires of the Maliks?
Mosta’An: Perhaps my earlier explanation did not fully encompass my people. The Society’s service to place like minded people together, where they may reach their fullest potential and serve the planet and its people best. The desire for exploration within the Society of Knowledge and the Society of Innovation is strong.
Promontory: A desire we well understand.
They were close to the next room and Trake slowed to allow the Malik to finish his thoughts.
Mosta’An: This desire these citizens had was so strong, their dedication so fervent, that we formed the Guild of Exploration, a joint project between the two Society’s to chart the unknown. First, New Gaia. Then Solace, and from there, why not further?
Saa : Response
Mosta’An: Perhaps our Guild of Exploration is not so different to how your Starfleet began? A group of people with a desire to see what the world, and what space, has to offer.
Promontory: (noncommittally) No, not so different, perhaps.
Saa: Response
Mosta’An: Some of our citizens have no interest in space or exploration. The Society of Service, for example, has no desire to explore the unknown; however will attend to a visiting dignitary, human or otherwise, with devotion. The Concierge, you recall? ::looking towards Saa::
Saa: Response
Trake stopped short at the door to the Green Room, checking the panel on the side until it indicated that Josh and his entourage were at the other entrance before signaling the door to open.
Promontory: Right this way please.
Saa/Mosta’an: Reply
(( Diplomatic Conference Room Green, Deck 13, USS Thor ))
Trake gestured to the chairs around the table that would put the representatives of each world in the center, facing one another and flanked by supportive Starfleet officers. The Yellow of Lt Kol’s uniform, the teal of Commander Saa’s and the Red of his and Josh’s called to Trake’s mind the Malik’s words about differentiating people into societies based on roles.
Idly, he wondered if he would’ve been permitted to switch from sciences to command on New Gaia.
Promontory: Thank you all for coming. I understand the Malik and the Chief Minister already know one another, but if I could just introduce my own crew briefly… I’m Commander Trake Promontory, this is my First Officer, Josh Herrick. Lt. Commander Saa is our head of health and Lt Kol is with security.
He nodded to them in turn.
Saa/Mosta’an/Herrick/Thornman:/Kol: Reply
Trake rose and activated his pre-programmed presentation.
Promontory: I thought we could start this summit off with a story, one that harkens back to our shared origins. Hundreds of years ago the humans of old Earth did not live in harmony.
As he spoke, he pulled up some holographic images illustrating his story.
Promontory: You know, I think, how WWIII started. Let me show you how it ended.
In the middle of the table, the holographic globe of the Earth exploded with the detonation of dozens of thermonuclear bombs.
Promontory: A third of the population, wiped away in an instant. (beat) It took us decades to recover. But out of those dark days, our forebearers made a resolution. They buried their weapons of war and turned, if not their swords into plows, their missile silos into vessels of exploration.
The display changed to an image of the Phoenix’s first flight.
Promontory: We had peace on Earth and, over the next several decades, with a wider galactic community.
The images flashed in rapid succession now: the NX Enterprise, the founding of the Federation, its expansion.
Promontory: So, we know that it is possible. You might say, it’s a heritage of all those who are children of Old Earth.
He sat down and looked at his fellow officers, nodding them on to add their own thoughts.
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