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Gamma Quadrant Diplomacy

Posted on Thu Jul 18th, 2019 @ 6:36pm by Devan Kilvin & Joran Maratet
Edited on on Fri Sep 27th, 2019 @ 3:57pm

Mission: Reaching Out in Hope
Location: New Bajor

The rolling hillsides of New Bajor were a stunning sight. Not quite as purplish as the ones on Trill, and they lacked the orange hues of Andor's, they were somewhat more reminiscent of the golden colors of wheat, ripe for harvest. The skies of New Bajor had a slightly green shade to them, somewhat akin to the deep oceans of Ferenginar. All in all, the Ambassador had found colors here that reminded him of several other worlds on which he had served. Then again, over eight lifetimes, he certainly had plenty of memories to choose from.

He looked out over the Embassy's balcony at the fledgling colony and pulled his jacket closer to him, to shield himself from the chill of the late autumn day. He was drawn from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening behind him, and even before he heard the voice, he knew it was the young woman who'd been sitting at a desk outside his office. The only person sitting there, in a sea of ten desks which, when he'd left, had been fully staffed.

"Ambassador Kilvin, you're back," she said rather uselessly. The Ambassador had been away from New Bajor for the past five weeks, for a brief visit home on Trill, security briefings at Starfleet headquarters, and a conference at the Federation Council. The Dominion's withdrawal from the Gamma Quadrant had left a power vacuum behind. Countless worlds were now orphaned, left without a governing body, oftentimes unable to look after their own citizens or infrastructure. The Federation Council had decided to step in and offer help where it could, and Kilvin had been asked by the Federation Diplomatic Corps to lead the charge. He'd had a full two days to visit New Bajor before being recalled to Earth for the series of meetings.

"Where is my staff?" he asked.

The young Bajoran girl looked flustered. Truth be told, she looked as scared as a young doe standing in the sights of a Gorn predator. "Admiral Maxiel wants to talk to you," she said simply.

"Now?" asked Kilvin, raising an eyebrow.

"He said as soon as you came in." The young woman seemed very interested in staring at her toes.

Kilvin looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. "Your name is Rishon," he stated. He vaguely remembered seeing the young woman's face back during his brief visit.

"Maratet," she corrected. "Mattie, for short."

"What's going on?" he asked, looking around at the empty desks.

"We know as little as you do," she countered. She looked absolutely terrified by the Ambassador. It was true he had a reputation for having a bit of a temper, but certainly it couldn't be that bad, he thought.

"Really?" The second eyebrow joined the first one, higher up on his forehead.

"Almost as little as you do," she conceded.

"Which part do you know that I don't?"

"You should speak to the Admiral," she prompted.

"Where's Kiran?" He needed to speak to his assistant to sort things out.

"There's no one who works here named Kiran."

"My assistant." He could feel the frustration beginning to build.

"I'm your assistant," she said.

"You're Rishon."

"Maratet. I'll let the Admiral's yeoman know you're on your way," she added quickly, eager to put an end to this conversation.

"Her name is Rishon," said Kilvin with a sudden realization.

"There's no one named Rishon," countered the young assistant. "No one," she repeated, upon seeing the look of protest materializing on his face.

The look turned to confusion as he turned and walked toward the door. "All right," he said finally.

"Maratet to Amara," said the Bajoran girl as she tapped her console to activate the comm. "The Ambassador is on his way."

- - - - - - - -

"Welcome back, Ambassador," said Admiral Maxiel as Kilvin walked into the man's office.

"Thank you," said Kilvin. "Where is my staff?"

The Ambassador smiled. "Interesting story," he replied. "They were all reassigned shortly before the Federation Council decided to jump into the Gamma Quadrant. You'll have a brand new staff to work with. You deserve more experienced diplomats than the bunch of kinder-garteners we had before. We're having a few Starfleet ships come in with their own diplomatic detachments to assist."

"Wonderful," replied the Ambassador, his voice tinged with irony. "Starfleet diplomatic officers, with their militaristic Starfleet agenda."

"Nonsense," replied Maxiel. "Trained diplomatic personnel." He waved the Ambassador's comment aside. "The first ship to come in will be the USS Sentinel. Lieutenant T'Sa." He watched the Ambassador's reaction carefully.

Kilvin raised an eyebrow. He remembered T'Sa from a few encounters some years back on Andor, when he was serving as Trill's ambassador to one of the Federation's founding worlds. She had been an effective diplomat, and her mention reassured him somewhat.

"T'Sa," he repeated. "I know her. She's a good diplomat. A bit by-the-book, but that's to be expected from a Vulcan. I remember onceā€¦" He halted abruptly and looked up at the Admiral. "Did you say the Sentinel?"

"I did."

The Ambassador nodded. The last thing he had expected was a family reunion. He knew he would only have a limited time to spend with his son, and they would have to make the best of it.

"When will they arrive?" he asked.

""About four days," replied Maxiel. "They have a twenty-four hour layover at Deep Space Nine to resupply before making it through the wormhole."

Kilvin nodded, and turned to head out of the Admiral's office.

He stopped short of the door. "The diplomatic staff," he said. "You didn't reassign them. They quit, didn't they?"

"Yes," confirmed the Admiral.

"Because of me."

"Let's not dwell on the past, let's focus on the challenges ahead," prompted the Admiral with an encouraging smile.

Kilvin harrumphed and walked out of the Admiral's office without another word.


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