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“Admiral Westerfield sent her as a Goodwill Ambassador.”
“Keep talking.”
“I met Admiral Westerfield in open space. His ship had broken down. We offered him assistance. We talked about our home worlds. HaBlichians were fascinated by the wonders of his planet. Westerfield thought it would be good if we joined the Federation. The exposure of joining the Federation did appeal to me. So we talked about it, and I allowed the deployment of a Goodwill Ambassador.”
The former president of the Federation appeared. “Where am I? I demand to know.”
“Join us Mr. President.” Admiral Burk implored. He and Westerfield has sat together in a corner of the room.
“Where am I?” He asked again.
“Calm down Mr. President, your turn is coming.” Thor ordered. “So Emperor Mesa, you really Weren’t interested in joining the Federation?”
“No, not really. There would have been no benefit for us, other than the exposure factor. But the more I thought about it, the less I thought it was important. I allowed my daughter to tell me what she thought. She said we already had the biggest port around. We were at peace with most of our neighbors, what could the federation offer us that we didn’t already have?”
“We have already determined that your daughter has more wisdom than you
give her credit for. Why didn’t you listen to her?”
“The pressure from the rest of my cabinet was too great.”
“So you give in to pressure. That is interesting.” All the members of the HaBlich cabinet appeared. There were 24 men.
“Welcome gentlemen.” Thor smiled. They whispered among themselves. “You have a chance here to save the Emperor’s life. I am going to ask you a simple question. If you answer correctly, you will honor the Emperor, if you do not, you will dishonor him. The question is, how many of you voted to have a Goodwill Ambassador deployed from the Federation?” Twelve of the men raised their hands. “Twelve that’s all Emperor. You accepted an Ambassador with a split cabinet?”
“No my lord. The final vote was 20 to 4.”
“So these are the original 12?”
Mesa turned around to face his cabinet. “No,” he called out 4 names. As he called their names the men stepped forward. “Dic, Forto, Sext, and Maddo. These are the 4 men that didn’t want the Federation around.” Those four men disappeared.
“Very good, their lives have been spared. The rest of you will die.” They disappeared, Now Emperor, how did you react to finding out that your Goodwill Ambassador was a woman?”
“At first I thought it was a slap in the face. I thought Westerfield was playing a sick joke. But we allowed her to stay, knowing that other cultures allow women to get more involved.”
The former President looked around confused. “Goodwill Ambassador. What
planet are you from?”
“HaBlich.” The Emperor replied.
“I did not allow a Goodwill Ambassador to go to HaBlich. I would not sign the agreement. I thought it was an unnecessary waste of resources. Your civilization needed to be part of the federation like a blind man needed a flashlight.”
“What use would a blind man do with a flash light?” Data asked.
“That is the point my son.” Thor smiled.
“I see.”
“What makes your planet special?” Thor asked Mesa.
“Special?” Emperor Mesa asked.
“What is abundant on your planet?”
“Gold. My planet is 75% Gold. We use it for everything. We make every thing from jewelry to our homes out of it.”
“Gold? Admiral Westerfield, Gold is a precious commodity isn’t it?”
“It has the potential to be, if in the right hands.” He answered.
The Sheno Captain Exec Dom appeared. “That is a good place for you,” the
Dom smirked. “On your knees.”
“You Emperor Mesa,” Thor roared, “are condemned to death. You are the
leader of your people. You set the example. Your leadership should inspire good.
Not evil. You are a bad leader, a bad person, and most of all a bad parent.” He disappeared. “Captain Exec Dom.”
He turned toward the direction of the voice.
“Yes.”
“What are you ships made of?”
“Iridium and platinum. Why?”
“The Enterprise didn’t destroy the Sheno cruiser.” Westerfield blurted out. The wall separating Thor, Worf, Data, and Picard disappeared. They were face to face with Westerfield and the rest of the traitors. The Romulian and two others fell to their knees. “My Lord.” The Romulian spoke, lowering his head out of respect.
“Why are you here?” Thor asked The Romulian.
Before he could speak, the former President asked, “Picard? Jean-Luc Picard?”
“Mr. President.” Picard smiled.
“What is the Federation doing here?”
“Sir, I suggest you ask your Admiral that.” Picard offered.
“Enough!” Thor roared. “We will get to that part. Now answer my question.”
“I do not know, my Lord.” The Romulian replied.
“Do you recognize anyone in this room?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“The one who just spoke.” He never looked up from the floor.
“Point him out.” He pointed right at Westerfield. “How do you know him?”
“He bought parts from me.”
“What kind of parts?”
“Odd things. 1 belt, 1 bolt, 1 washer, and 2 drivers.”
“Why do you remember these things? Surely you sell thousands of parts everyday.”
“I remember them because they were so different. They went to nothing. They would have fixed nothing.”
“Does anyone in this room have a similar story?” 5 other creatures raised their hands. “How many of you are sure it was this man?” Only 3 hands remained.
“How are you sure?” Each one confirmed that other than the clean appearance, he was the man. “Why are the rest of you unsure?”
One man spoke up. “The voice sounds the same. However, his face was covered.”
“Voice recognition.” Thor laughed. “Do the rest of you agree?” Another man stepped forward. “What about you?”
“The person I sold parts to had a very distorted voice and also was covered.”
“Clever,” Thor smiled. “Very clever. You are all free to go.” Each man bowed with thanks. “We will continue later.”
“Wait no,” the President screamed. “What about us?”
“You will be dealt with. Just not right now. I want you to stay here and think about for what possible reason you could be here. We will be back in half an hour. Maybe.” He laughed. “But what do you care, you aren’t going anyplace.”
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