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Star Trek Hunter Episode 19: The Ivonovic Commission

...a great big bulky roll of megalomania with a slathered charisma mayo to spice up the flavor.

A good summation of Emory Ivonovic - who has the biggest character arc for the series - although a case can be made for Irons.

So many turns and threads running through this story, I'm impressed you can keep track of them. An epic tale on a galactic scale.

Thanks for the kind words!

STH is a homage to a lot of my favorite writers - Douglas Adams, Robert M. Pirsig... The opening quotes for each episode is an idea I borrowed from Frank S. Herbert's DUNE series. Old Man Crusher (or Wesley the Beige, as one of my beta readers dubbed him) is kind of a mashup of Gandalf and Dr. Who.

There are still 11 scenes in Episode 19 to be published here. Here's hoping that the 3rd and final year of the series, KINGDOM COME, which starts with Episode 20, will meet and exceed your hopes for it.

Thanks!! rbs
 
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Star Trek Hunter

Episode 19: The Ivonovic Commission
Scene 7: Retreat


19.7
Retreat


“This is not a discussion, Dolphin. I am not risking this crew any further on this mission. We’re going home.” Dr. Tali Shae was seated at the captain’s desk.


Justice Minerva Irons had been restricted to her quarters, having suffered a stroke. Not that she was going anywhere - she was unconscious.


“I am not challenging you, Doctor,” Dolphin replied. “I just want to talk through every angle of this so that I can keep the crew together on this.”

“You’re going to have to do that on your own. You’re first officer now. Recruit an acting Operations Chief – I can’t have you doing both jobs.”

“I’m just worried about the potential for the romulans or the klingons to get their hands on Mlady,” Dolphin replied.

“What, do you think I don’t care about her?!” Tali Shae slapped her palms on the desk. Her antenna bristled, vibrating like harp strings. “I don’t know how long I can survive without her! The supplements will work for maybe a month, maybe three, but sooner or later without her, my blood will become too thick to circulate. You may find yourself on the other side of this desk much sooner than you wanted!” Tali Shae leaned back in the chair, took four deep breaths, deliberately calming herself.

Dolphin walked over to the replicator. “Andorian springpop.” He retrieved the newly formed cup and its beverage and brought it to Tali. The beverage inside the cup hissed and sent up occasional geysers of fizzy, bluish liquid. “How’s Minerva?”

Tali took a long, slow, appreciative drink of the crackling fluid. “Conscious – barely - and for very short periods. I have Dr. Kim watching her. Dr. Raj is on watch when she sleeps. We’re keeping her generally sedated to speed healing. She doesn’t seem to have lost any function, but it’s too soon to be certain.” Tali Shae rolled her head, her antennae almost comically rotating the opposite direction. “Look, Dolphin, I know we’ve never really gotten along and we’ll probably never be friends. But Minerva trusts you and I’m going to have to do the same. Neither of us is Pep, but you’re much better with the crew than I am. I’m really beaten down right now. My lover is missing and my best friend just suffered a stroke. I’m pretty sure we got to her in time. But… just, handle things for me, will you, please?”

“Aye, Commander,” Dolphin said. “Get some rest, Tali. This whole thing has put you through the wringer and I’d prefer the crew not see you looking like, well, like death warmed over. I’ll get us home. You get some sleep.”




Lt. Cmdr. Kenneth Dolphin walked out onto the bridge. Lt. Tauk was slumped in the captain’s chair, a grimace of pain on his face. He quickly straightened and stretched slightly while he composed his features into a more neutral expression.

“Thyssi,” said Dolphin, “please report to the bridge and take the helm.”

“Aye sir,” came the andorian pilot’s voice over the comm system. 2nd Lt. Gaia Gamor, currently at the pilot station, turned to give Dolphin a questioning look.

“Take the con when Thyssi gets here, Gaia.” Dolphin stepped over to Gamor, hesitated a moment, then put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. He turned to look at the ferengi in the captain’s chair and smiled. “I should be used to it by now, but I still get a kick out of seeing a ferengi in command of a federation starship.”

Tauk managed a slight grin in return.

“Walk with me, Lieutenant.”

Lt. Tauk got up out of the captain’s chair as Flight Specialist Thyssi zh’Qaoleq arrived on the bridge and took the pilot’s seat. Tauk stepped aside as Gamor took the captain’s chair.

“Gaia, make your course -90 degrees z, warp factor 13,” Dolphin said. “Put us right above that gamma wave, then make your course directly for Bajor. Warp 13. We are going to Cun Ling, but we won’t adjust course until we cross the Neutral Zone unless we have to. Notify me the second you see the slightest ghost on the sensors, okay?”

“We’re retreating, sir?” asked Gamor as she sat down.

“We’re beaten, Gaia. We need supplies, fuel, weapons. Our entire executive staff is either incapacitated or missing. We will be back. I’m not leaving Pep and Mlady out here. But with Saketh space crawling with warbirds, we need to wait for things to cool off. And it seems half the Romulan Imperial Navy is sitting on the klingons’ doorstep, so surfing a gamma wave toward Bajor seems a good way to avoid them for now. Just get us home.”

“Aye sir,” Gamor replied. “Thyssi, make your course -90 degrees on our z axis and engage in recursive warp mode at factor 13.”


Dolphin put his hand on Tauk’s back as they walked out the rear exit from the bridge onto deck 8. He could feel the uneven pattern of the little ferengi’s breathing – all the muscles in his back flexing with the effort to take in enough air. Tauk had always seemed small, but his uniform was now hanging from his shoulders. His face had a gaunt, drawn look and it seemed as if he had aged two decades in little over a year. Dolphin resisted a strong urge to withdraw his hand. Part of Pep’s charm was in his touch – his ability to make people feel comfortable, wanted, protected, safe – so much of that came from those big, strong, warm hands.

“Tauk, I hate to do this to you. But since the day I set foot on this boat, you have been the one person I could always count on. You’re the most reliable officer on this ship…” Dolphin felt the emaciated ferengi straighten a little. He squeezed Tauk’s shoulder very gently before dropping his hand to his side and wondered how Pep always managed to get that right. Or if it was even possible in this case. Tauk was just skin and bone.

Dolphin took a deep breath. “Tali is in command for now, until the captain recovers. Once Minerva is up and about and able to take command again, Tali intends to step down as first officer. Until we get Pep and Mlady back, I need a 2nd officer. I need you to do this. Do you think you’re up to it?”

Tauk turned toward Dolphin. “Of course I’ll do it, Kenny. It will take my mind off of… well… dying.”

“I can tell you’re in a lot of pain…”

“I need to give my mind something new to do. There isn’t much work in ground ops for now and I’ve been grooming T’Lon to take over. She’s ready.”

Dolphin ushered Tauk onto the port lift. “Main engineering,” he said, then returned his attention to Tauk.

“We’ll start with Engineering then end in Medical,” Dolphin said. “I’ll need you to turn over your pod in the director’s lounge to T’Lon. You’ll take Mlady’s cabin for now. Tali is staying with Minerva. Hunter…”

The ship’s interactive holographic avatar appeared next to Tauk and Dolphin in the lift.

“Lieutenant Commander,” the pudgy, elderly-looking avatar replied.

“As much as possible, I want you to remain manifest and be seen at Tauk’s side. When he gets tired, do something to help or to distract people so he can get a break.”

“From electronic butler to electronic nanny,” Hunter quipped.

Dolphin smiled, put his hand on Hunter’s holographic shoulder, made an amused noise. “Something like that. You miss Sarekson, don’t you?”

Hunter reacted with some surprise. “You’re better at this than you think you are, Kenny,” he said. “You’re going to do just fine.”


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Good Chapter RBS...Hope Justice Irons gets feeling better.

Thanks for the kind words!!

The Hunter Trekverse and Section 31 are hardly finished with Minerva Irons. You could say a fate worse than death awaits her... Or, perhaps, a fate greater than death...

Thanks!! rbs
 
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Star Trek Hunter

Episode 19: The Ivonovic Commission
Scene 8: The Eye


19.8
The Eye


It was the same hallway in which Federation Councilmember Emory Ivonovic had cornered Rear Admiral Serge Mykel Chekov a few days previously. Ivonovic walked past it again - something just wasn’t right – it was something he was seeing out of the corner of his eye.

A small, blue mark. Ivonovic walked back and looked more closely. A little blue mark was fading from the corner of the wall. A cartoon ghost. Ivonovic shrugged and returned to the prime large committee chamber. He had been spending more time in this room than in his office recently.



“So why have you been lurking about and how did you get past security?” Ivonovic asked.

“Well, first, I am security and I don’t lurk. I arrange meetings.” A thoroughly average looking man with a light brown beard, light brown hair and a relaxed, friendly smile was seated in the witness chair.

“Now how is it that I didn’t see you when I walked in?” asked Ivonovic. “But somehow I knew you were here…”

“Ohh, probably because here isn’t really where you think it is. You actually have seen me before or else this wouldn’t work. But this isn’t really your place. Let’s just rearrange the room a little. Maybe you find this a little more comfortable?”


Ivonovic found himself seated in an overstuffed armchair, his interlocutor in a similar chair set at a 90 degree angle. A table between them held a carafe of ice water and two tumblers.

“I apologize for having you on the interview side,” the stranger continued. “I didn’t have access to the code to alter the program. But there is this nasty little subroutine that allows me to take your mouth away.”

“I prefer you don’t,” Ivonovic responded, levelly. “Now, how about telling me who you are?”

“Oh, sorry, Special Agent Johnny Canada, Trantor Police Intelligence Division. And I must say you’re handling this situation quite well, Councilmemeber.”

“I’ll probably be okay as long as you don’t do that mouth thing you were talking about,” Ivonovic replied. “Now, I’m guessing this is some frightfully advanced neural technology that I have probably helped appropriate resources to support the continuing development of, somewhere deep down in the books under some colorful metaphor, like a really specialized toilet seat… But I don’t care so much about the how. What I’m more interested in is, why?”

“Actually, the question you asked Rear Admiral Chekov was: where?” Canada retorted. “For very complicated reasons that you will eventually figure out, I’m here with the answer. But that involves me getting into… How.”


Ivonovic sighed. “I’m really not interested in technobabble. It’s just annoying.”

“Not technobabble,” said Canada. “Is that even a word? No, more like complicated hierarchies. You wanted to know where the U.S.S. Hunter is and you were told the Hunter is tasked by the Tribunal, which, unlike Star Fleet Command and the Federation Council, has no authority to task any resources outside of federation territory.”

Ivonovic settled back in his armchair, steepled his fingers. “You’re about to tell me the U.S.S. Hunter is not inside federation space…”

“Seriously? You’re in a dream and you still do that giveaway finger steepling thing?” Canada asked. He rolled his eyes, then said, “Yes, but there is a loophole…”



Ivonovic pulled his hands apart, put them back together, deliberately steepled his index fingers and pointedly tapped them together four times.


“Touché, Councilmember,” Johnny said. “Okay, the Tribunal can, for special investigations involving violations of the Tribunal, Federation or Star Fleet charters, pool resources with any of the three founding governments – United Earth Governments, the Vulcan High Command or the Andorian Empire. During the first round of the Khitomer accords, when a cabal of Star Fleet and Klingon officers conspired to try to start a war between the Federation and the Klingon Empire, the Tribunal pooled resources with Earth Gov, dropped all charges within the Federation and expedited extradition of the Star Fleet conspirators to the Klingon Empire. For that trial, the Tribunal contributed four justices to the seven-member panel that tried all of the conspirators – Klingon and Star Fleet – as a single conspiracy. That is the sort of situation the clause in the Tribunal Charter allowing pooling of resources was designed for.”


“And now that clause is being stretched to allow the Tribunal to send the U.S.S. Hunter to… where exactly?” asked Ivonovic.


“The other side of the Romulan Star Empire. This is their second trip there. Under the Aegis of the Vulcan High Command,” Canada replied.

“That raises a lot of questions.” Ivonovic sat forward, put his hands on his knees. “But the most important one to me at the moment is, why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because you are investigating the role of Star Fleet in the surrender of Vulcan,” Canada replied. “I can explain that role in one word: Puppet. The Vulcan High Command: Puppet. The Federation Tribunal: Puppet. The Romulan Senate: Puppet – but with a different puppet master pulling the strings. I will be watching you, esteemed Councilmember. I hope I can entrust you with the most carefully guarded secret in the history of the Federation. You may be the ally I need to bring them down. But until then, you should know, our friends on the U.S.S. Hunter are in danger. I don’t know why they are out there alone in the middle of hostile space. But I intend to find out.”


“And just where are our friends in the hierarchy of all of this intrigue?” Ivonovic asked.


Canada looked down, then back up at Ivonovic. “They’re in the eye of the storm.”


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Star Trek Hunter

Episode 19: The Ivonovic Commission
Scene 9: Promotion


19.9
Promotion


“But what about Pep and Mlady?” Dolphin asked. “Surely…”

“There is no surety anymore, Kenneth. I am not concerned about David’s career.” Justice Minerva Irons was evidently tired, her face drawn. Dolphin was amazed at how much she had aged in just over two years that he had known her. Her hair, which had been raven black when he had met her, was almost entirely gray now. He found himself wondering when she had stopped wearing her scandalously short dresses in favor of the black pant suit she was now clad in. She was squeezing a small ball with her left hand - her hand evidently still weakened from her recent stroke.

“I am not concerned about Mlady’s place in Star Fleet,” Irons continued. “My only concern is to bring them home alive and I need a fully staffed ship to do this. Now I know you and Tauk have both maintained lists of qualified officers to backfill your departments. Make your decisions, bring in the new personnel you need and get our flight and ground operations departments fully staffed. And fix your collar, Commander.” Irons pushed a small box across her desk.

“I am going to need a few more of these,” Dolphin said.

Irons smiled with some effort, then opened a small drawer and placed two more boxes on her desk. “I anticipated you would. You are authorized to make promotions and authorize promotions as you see fit. But no more than you can make with these three boxes, their contents, and the hollow pips these will replace…”


It was rare for a ship’s crew to remain onboard while in dry-dock (secured inside a pressurized bay so that the hull could be closely examined.) The U.S.S. Hunter was docked inside Starbase 51, which orbited A Boo just inside the orbit of Cun Ling. Most of the Hunter’s crew were busily helping restock the ship or assisting with repairs and retrofits.


Commander Kenneth Dolphin decided to hold the ceremony, such as it was, in the executive conference room. He could almost feel the weight of the three full platinum pips on his collar – as if somehow they weighed more than two full pips and one hollow pip – the insignia of a lieutenant commander – his collar had sported less than an hour ago. Full platinum pips were always new. Hollow pips typically had a history. The hollow pip he had removed from his collar had once adorned Tali Shae’s collar before her promotion to commander. It now rested in a box to be passed along to Tauk.


“I am not going to play games with you,” Dolphin said, looking at the officers from the flight operations and ground operations departments. “I know on this ship there is a light hearted tradition and ritual for promotions, but I am not feeling particularly light hearted. We have a task ahead of us – to retrieve our lost officers – our friends. While all of you deserve more ceremony and richly deserve to be rewarded for your service, what I am doing today is not a reward. It is a preparation for the task ahead. Lieutenant Tauk, step forward.”

The ferengi straightened himself in his chair before standing and walking as firmly as he could to the front of the room.

“I have been authorized to promote you to Lieutenant Commander and formalize your appointment as Chief of Operations for this vessel. There is no one I would rather have as my second officer, Tauk.” Dolphin removed a hollow pip from a small wooden box and pinned it to Tauk’s collar next to the two full pips.

“Second Lieutenant Gaia Gamor…” Gamor got up and walked to the front as Tauk remained standing next to Dolphin. “You are hereby promoted to Lieutenant and appointed Director of Flight Operations.” Dolphin removed the hollow-pip from Gamor’s collar and replaced it with a full pip. He placed the hollow-pip in the box that had contained the full pip and handed the box to Gamor. He handed another box to Tauk.

“Second Lieutenant T’Lon…” Lt. Cmdr. Tauk removed the hollow-pip from T’Lon’s collar, replacing it with a full pip as Dolphin continued: “You are hereby promoted to Lieutenant and appointed Director of Ground Operations.” Newly promoted to first lieutenant, T’Lon and Gamor each now had two full platinum pips on their collars.

“Ensign Ethan Phillips, you are hereby promoted to Second Lieutenant,” Dolphin continued as Lt. Gamor added the hollow-pip removed from her collar to his, next to the full pip, “and appointed Assistant Director of Flight Operations.”

“Ensign Tolon Reeves,” Tolon stepped forward to receive the hollow-pip Tauk had removed from T’Lon’s collar. “You are hereby promoted to Second Lieutenant and appointed Assistant Director of Ground Operations.”

“There is a reason I did not invite anyone else here,” Commander Dolphin continued. “This is not a moment for applause. This is a moment for action. The ensigns you have selected to backfill your departments have arrived and are on this Starbase. I want them aboard this ship, all room arrangements reassigned and personal property relocated accordingly, departmental assignments in place, orientations completed and the U.S.S. Hunter fully stocked and ready to leave dry-dock and head for romulan space in three hours. Dismissed.”


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MERRY CHRISTMAS to those who celebrate Christmas - and for the rest of us who are grateful for a 4-day holiday weekend. Especially hunkered down in the Christmas blizzard of 2022.

The following segment is a speech and I hope that you will read it aloud - inhabit the mysterious blind emperor for a few moments and give the speech as if you had been cast to portray Emperor Sin IV on screen...

Giving speeches is fun...

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Star Trek Hunter

Episode 19: The Ivonovic Commission
Scene 10: Cocoon


19.10
Cocoon


It was extremely rare for the head of state of a member government, other than the Earth Gov Chief Counsel, to address the Federation Council. In nearly 400 years, only two Vulcan Premieres and one Andorian Emperor had done so. For the Andorian Emperor to address the council while holding the Vulcan Premiere on Andoria for trial was entirely unprecedented and it was only with a considerable amount of arm-twisting that Ushi Irons had managed to gather sufficient votes to authorize the address.

For this occasion, the blind andorian emperor had forgone his usual white robes in favor of a suit in the latest Earth fashion – with the exception that the suit and his highly polished shoes were white. This was relieved by the silver collar and cuffs on his white shirt – which only emphasized how pale his skin was – almost no hint of blue. Even clad in human fashion, he was still an imposing figure – an effect that was heightened considerably by his apparent awareness of his surroundings despite his obvious blindness. His eyes were almost blank with only a vestigial hint of an iris or pupil.


“So many people long for the simpler times of their youth. The glorious past of their ancestors. This is how the majority of people fail to live. They hold on to fantasies of a time that never was and cower from a future that requires them to grow and change and to finally own the lives they have been granted. Lives that were once directed by their elders. The young have no choice but to grow into that future and they do so tentatively and defiantly – with their eyes ever to their elders. But those adults, the elders, they try to re-enter the cocoon and become worm once again, having forgotten that they have wings. Never truly understanding that they were born not to crawl, but to fly.

“In the frozen southern mountains of my home-moon, where I spent my childhood, there lives a variety of hrebkrul – an animal that, in its adult state would appear something like a large bat to those familiar with terrestrial fauna. Like the terrestrial butterfly, the hrebkrul has a sort of larval stage. They are born live without wings in the form of a worm. And like the butterfly, after some time wallowing in the mud as worms, they build a cocoon in which they transform from a crawling creature, into a flying creature. It seems nature repeats similar solutions in unexpected variations.

“But the times we live in now do not admit to such a ready historical analog. Six hundred years ago, my ancestors would not have mourned the fall of Vulcan to the Romulan Senate. Today, this situation is of the gravest consequence. It has shaken the foundation of the Federation to its core.

“I am blind, but not so blind that I do not see the discomfort of this council and the billions of people you represent to the temporary inconvenience placed on Andoria, your stalwart ally, by the open rebellion of the Andoria First movement. I am galled that a minority of my people, in such a rash act, have given comfort and encouragement to similarly named xenophobic forces within your own societies.

“I am blind, but not so blind that I do not see the discomfort of this council and the billions of people you represent to the advent of a Romulan government within federation space – a New Romulus built on Vulcan, the homeworld of one of the founding members and key military allies that gave rise to this United Federation of Planets.

“I am blind, but not so blind that I do not see the discomfort of this council and the billions of people you represent to the ongoing trial on Andoria required by the Treaty of Paan Mokar. Indeed it is because of the conclusion of that trial that I requested to address this council today. The Ivonovic Commission has requested the testimony of Vulcan Premiere Saoron with respect to the Fall of Vulcan. This interview could not be granted while the trial was ongoing. But that trial has now concluded.

“The Andorian Synod of Judges has determined that Premiere Saoron is guilty of violating the terms of the Treaty of Paan Mokar. Under Andorian law and tradition, this is a capital offense and the Synod has scheduled Saoron’s execution.”


Emperor Sin IV paused as the hushed silence in the chamber transformed in to a growing murmur.


“However,” the emperor continued just as the noise was beginning to peak and before any of the council members gathered enough courage to speak out. “In my capacity as the final arbiter of Andorian law and tradition, I hereby commute this sentence to life imprisonment, in a facility yet to be named. Furthermore, while I have authority over the person of Vulcan Premiere Saoron, I do not have authority over the decisions of the Vulcan High Command.

“After discussing this ruling with the remaining members of the Vulcan High Command I can report the following: Saoron will remain Premiere of the Vulcan High Command. In deference to which, the Andorian government will make suitable accommodations available for meetings and other facilities required for the Premiere to continue to meet his obligations to his people, as long as he and the Vulcan High Command comply with the requirements of the Treaty of Yuri Gagarin Memorial Park. If the Ivonovic Commission wishes to interview Premiere Saoron, it may do so. But for this the Commission must travel to Andoria.

“Do not mistake my largesse for lenience. While Andoria will support the Vulcan people in their time of need and provide whatever administrative resources are required to facilitate the smooth operation of the Vulcan High Command in exile, I retain control over the body of the prisoner Saoron and I will not, under any conditions, release his person from my custody to the Vulcan High Command or any other government until his life sentence has been served in full.

“Furthermore, it is incumbent on all of us to recognize that this body and its Charter, as well as the Charter of the Federation Tribunal, no longer reflect the reality of our time or of any reasonable projection of the future. The Vulcan High Command, despite its historic significance, is no longer a military power with the ability to contribute significantly to the protection of the Federation.

“Over the next few years, as the Republican Senate of New Romulus on Vulcan meets the requirements of the Gagarin Treaty, the charters of the Tribunal and the Federation will need to be amended to recognize this new reality. If the Federation is to remain protected by a triumvirate of military power, as this great experiment began, the role once played by the Vulcan High Command must transition to the Senate of New Romulus.”


“I am blind, but I can feel your hearts. I can taste your fear. Your suspicion of a people that made war on you and yet with whom you must inevitably become one is well founded, and so thick I could cut it with my Ushaan-Tor. Your fear is natural. Your suspicion is natural. And healthy. But do not allow this to transform you and your populations into a bitter and craven people. We, you, I, our peoples, we are one people. And like the hrebkrul larva, we and the people of New Romulus on Vulcan, have become sewn together into a cocoon.

“If we look only to the past, we will fail to emerge from our joint cocoon as one people and this mighty Federation will perish. Therefore I call on you, our allies, my fellow citizens of the United Federation of Planets, do not give in to fear. Do not give in to nostalgia. Do not pine for the imagined past. Face your fear. Face the future. And emerge as one people. Not to writhe out our death throes in the mud of our division, but united to do what we were all meant to do. To thrive as one people. To continue our shared destiny among these stars. To fly.”


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This post really fleshes out the immense political setting of the UFS and its neighbors. Great description and construction of a very real feeling intra-galactic state.

-Will
 
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...Great description and construction of a very real feeling intra-galactic state...

Very much one of the things I wanted to explore with this series. Glad you're enjoying and thanks for the kind words!

This chapter is giving me Old Republic vibes just before it's collapse.

I hadn't thought of that, but it's a surprisingly apt comparison... Thanks!! rbs
 
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This is the Planet!
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With 4 billion inhabitants, the Romulan Star Navy was lucky only a third of the population was native Vulcan and that the planet surrendered, rather than fight.
My name is Friday. I'm a cop.
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Picture from the 1954 episode of Dragnet titled: The Big Boys. That's Leonard Nimoy on the right playing a bad guy.

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The story of the fall of Vulcan and the debate over how to treat the captured citizens reminded me of one of the stories of Croesus after Cyrus the Great captured the king of Lydia and his city.
The old story goes on to relate that Cyrus ordered Croesus to be burned alive. When Croesus saw the flames creeping upward to consume him, he remembered the words of the wise Solon and cried out, "O Solon! Solon! Solon!" Supposedly Cyrus was so moved by the story of how Solon had warned the proud king that he ordered Croesus to be released. Cyrus asked to Croesus why he shouted Solon's name, and Croesus asked him another question "what your soldiers are doing now?", showing the Persian soldiers taking all the treasures and destroying everything; Cyrus replied "They are plundering your city"; then Croesus said "They are not plundering my city, it's your city now and your soldiers are destroying your city". After that short conversation Cyrus the Great stopped his soldiers.
https://www.allaboutturkey.com/croesus.html

-Will the Serious
 
Since that Adam-12 reference you made in one of your chapter. I've been binge watching a lot of Adam-12 and Dragnet.

That's quite amusing. I haven't seen either in forever and only remember flashes of them from the dawn of time. But I totally binge Police Squad whenever I can - only 6 episodes, but a total scream.

The story of the fall of Vulcan and the debate over how to treat the captured citizens reminded me of one of the stories of Croesus after Cyrus the Great captured the king of Lydia and his city.

Precisely. Another example that there really are two separate romulan cultures. The Romulan Star Navy would only see Vulcan as an asset to be used. The Senate sees it as a new home and is serious about reunification.

Thanks!! rbs
 
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Star Trek Hunter

Episode 19: The Ivonovic Commission
Scene 11: High and Dry


19.11
High and Dry


“Who is Dr. Bowman and why does he have any authority over when this ship leaves dry dock?”


Commander Kenneth Dolphin was clearly frustrated. He paced around the Engineering Conference Room. Dr. Moon, Dr. Sun and Dr. Alstars, seated at the clear lacquer conference table, turned their heads in unison, tracking their new first officer back and forth as he paced.


“Sarekson brought Jack Bowman in as a consultant during the Hunter’s refit last time we were at Mars,” Moon replied. “He is one of Earth’s most brilliant mathematicians.”

“As the great man himself will tell anyone who will listen,” groused Alstars.

“Dr. Carrera told me never to trust him,” said Sun.

“So why would a mathematician have authority to keep us in dry dock?” Dolphin asked. “And it’s already been 2 days – why isn’t he here already?”

Alstars spoke up. “He is bringing a committee of Ph.D. candidates to inspect the Hunter. Apparently one of them is currently on vacation in the Andes…”

“He is playing a game, sir,” said Sun.

“Okay Lieutenant Sun,” Dolphin started, “What game, and why?”

“The game is to keep us in dry dock waiting for him,” said Alstars. “Apparently indefinitely.”

Dr. Moon looked up. “Someone has put him up to this. Someone has offered him something. Can’t the captain do anything to get us underway?”

“It wouldn’t do any good,” Dolphin replied. He sat down at the clear lacquer conference table, dropped his hands onto the table with a thump, sighed. “We can only be tasked for the rescue by the Tribunal sharing us as a resource with one of the three founding governments. Our last mission was under the authority of the Vulcan High Command.”

“Could we not get the Andorian Empire to authorize a rescue mission?” Moon asked.

“It wouldn’t matter. The Tribunal won’t authorize it,” Dolphin responded.

“Then that’s why we’re stuck in dry dock,” Alstars said. “We have friends out there we want to rescue. That could drive even the most disciplined officers to an act of barratry.”


At that point the comm system came alive, bringing the unfamiliar voice of Eykirros Jones, the Ground Operations Department’s new ensign, into the conference room: “Commander Dolphin, I have a call for you from Rear Admiral Chekov.”

“Maybe I can find a shortcut out of this after all,” Dolphin said. “If you would, please give me the room.”

Dr. Moon stood up and ushered her officers out of the engineering conference room, closing the door behind her.

Dolphin waited until the door was closed, then said, “What are you waiting for, Ensign Jones? The admiral is a busy man. Put him through!” He smiled at the slight sound of panic in the new ensign’s voice.

“Sorry sir! Right away, sir!”


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The tension builds as the powder is dashed into the pan. We'll see if Kenny Dolphin can muster a spark....

This is one of those situations that emphasizes friendship and trust as critical leadership qualities; both Dolphin and Irons will have to use their ability to win friends and influence people to get out of this one...

The Tribunal sounds like of bureaucrats who enjoy plastering red tape all over everything.

The Federation Tribunal is the federation's court system - the ultimate arbiter of federation law - with the three Chief Justices at the top. All three of the Chief Justices are ranking members of Section 31 (Chief Justice Julian Bashir is the Director of Section 31.) More than any other federation institution, the Tribunal dances to Section 31's tune.

Thanks!! rbs
 
No surprise Julian Bashir being a chief justice, especially if he's intelligent like his canon counterpart. Is Julian Bashir a doctor in the Hunter universe?
 
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