Negotiations between Starfleet and the Delta Alliance

[Ardwyad]

"Perhaps it would be good to start with introducing the Delta Alliance to you. The Delta Alliance is a federation of several different species, not unlike yours, and was founded by three species: the Nygeans, the Talonions and the Yzakians. Now, we have a total of nine members, with the Naederians, Nigillians, Dralians, Droids, Traquel and as our last joining member, the Torrans."

[Will Karelia]

Admiral Vorak's combadge chirps, and he hears Karelia's voice on the other end.

=/\= Karelia to Vorak. Admiral, could you come to my office, please? I have the final report ready to present. Thank you, Karelia out. =/\=

(OFF: Staff Offices forum, Karelia's office topic.)

[Randall Sanchez]

*Sanchez shifts uneasily in his seat again, and glances around the room, noticing that everyone is looking at him in silence, awaiting his reply.*
"Mr. Ardwyad, I understand your reasoning, but my religion is not yours. I don't see how that could change anything."

[Randall Sanchez]

*Glances confused at Ardwyad, as he gets up again.*
"You mean... you didn't know it yourself even? Wow... that's what I call a perfect disguise."
*He inclines his head toward the High Queen himself.*
"Your majesty, I look forward to strengthen the bond between your Alliance, and our Federation, through the presence of my ship."

[Ardwyad]

*Looks at Sanchez as he gets up.*
"Indeed... I did not know. I could never have hoped that such great honour would befall me one day, and then almost without knowing it..."
*Glances at the High Queen.*
"You brought a bottle too, Majesty? Well, that makes two..."
*Looks around at the surprised faces of all the people present in the embassy.*
"There is yet one more thing to do, before we can seal the successful negotiations!"
*Suddenly, he puts a bottle of a strange shape, in the middle of the table.*
"This bottle, dear Starfleet members, is for you! No pact can be sealed without a bottle of Razanis, a strong alcoholic drink native to the Delta Alliance. To seal this pact according to our native traditions, we need sea salt..."
*He puts a little box with sea salt native to the Naederian homeworld, in the middle of the table.*
"And a glass for each person present, of course."

(Edited by Ardwyad at 10:26 pm on Dec. 28, 2003)

[Kiatya]

The A.S.C Zentara glides on impulse power towards ds12 the location of the current Da UFP Alliance, onboard is the Talonian Representative Tankalan and Senetor Kiatya Executive Aide to the HIgh Queen.

Zentara paging chief of command Ardwyad, *the communicator beeps on Ardwyad's arm*  Sorry we are late, unavoidable delays. Make ready our arrival, and inform *checks database* Admiral Vorak, that I request permission to board and dock.

[Ardwyad]

"Hmmm.. your species seem to be quite fond of this particular Klingon Opera music, or am I wrong?"

[Ardwyad]

"Allow me to explain how it works, admiral. That way you will understand better how our technology of transportation works. When in use, a graviton surge is directed through the projectors onto the hull of the ship. This serves to propel it into a layer of subspace known as null space, where it stays for a period of time, often a matter of hours, during which time it traverses vast distances of 'real' space. The catapult is powered by a tetryon reactor and has immense arms which support graviton projectors.  Six projectors are supported on each arm, which when activated produce a blue field that encompasses a ship before it is transported into null space.  The vessel, which is positioned between the arms, is held by the beams and then 'catapulted' into subspace.  The graviton field can be set at different levels to determine the distance a ship is transported. In other words, admiral, any ship with a normal structural integrity is capable of using this catapult without any need of additional modifications to the ship itself."

[Will Karelia]

Karelia taps his communicator.

=/\= Admiral Keach and Captain Meridian, please report to the Tiberon. =/\=

[Kiatya]

I believe Mr Sanchez has some words he wishes to say to our Gods., so perhaps it's best we do head off to the temple.

MR Vorak it has been a pleasure to meet you and I hope in time we can form an even stronger alliance.

*nods to the rest of people* Mr Tankalan were leaving.

[Will Karelia]

"If you would like, Mr. Ragolis, we have biological data on over 250 different species. We could exchange data with you if you so desire."

[Randall Sanchez]

*Sanchez sees how his first officer is aiming for the bottle, with the intention of drinking it all empty. He throws himself on the table to move the bottle away from the reach of Brooks.*
"No, commmanderrrrr, we muzzzzzzt leave something for the otherrssss!"
*Then he sits down again and gives Nick Brooks a strange look.*
"Commander Brooks, it is unheard of to appear at these negotiations in your underwear!"

[Kiatya]

The Zentara docks on the docking ring and the parties involve depart from the ship.  The Helm droid remains stationary and awaits further instructions.

Tankalan, now I must stress the point, here I am the senetor, not the queen. I dont want to scare these fragile humanoids http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'> as I imagine our Droids did.

Kiatya makes her way to the embassy and steps in quickly*

*looks around the room and gives Ardwyad a small smile*

*then turns to the heavily medaled humanoid and looks at him.  Vulcan I presume sir, "raises hand in vulcan salute" Live long and prosper.

Extends a hand to each remaining crew member before sitting down next to Ardwyad.  Allow me to introduce my companion Mnisister Tankalan, Represenatve of the Talonian empire.

(Edited by Kiatya at 9:11 pm on Dec. 20, 2003)

[Vorak]

*Vorak suddenly gets up and interrupts Sanchez.*
"Mr. Sanchez will gladly comply to your request, Mr. Ardwyad, if it can benefit our mutual alliance between your Delta Alliance and Starfleet."
*Vorak then glances at Sanchez for a moment, clearly showing that this was not a request but an order.*

[Randall Sanchez]

OFF: now it's your turn, Reeves. Drink :P and Dalon comes next :P