Signed Kodos

It was the beginning of a long shift, and Riley was already falling behind. Four of the biobeds in Medical were on the fritz, the communications hardware needed a serious reworking, and on top of all of that work, she had to do regular, non-priority maintenance on the brig’s systems. Was this the luck of the draw or karma’s way of getting back at her for helping run the gin still in the bowels of engineering?

Probably karma.

Riley knows there’s a prisoner on board, which is why non-priority has somehow become priority, but she and most of engineering have been overworked, so she doesn’t know who it is and she doesn’t really care. It shouldn’t take more than an hour to recalibrate everything, and then she can get back upstairs. 

Standing from the bed upon hearing activity, Anton was expecting to see the overly emotional captain, so he stood in a relaxed but straight posture, hands folded behind his back. Instead, a crewmember entered and she clearly wasn’t here for him.

He inclined his head in greeting, watching her begin her work and determining it would not require his attention. The running of a starship was no doubt busy work, like a 400-people act.

Anton sat back on the bed and let his elbows rest on his knees. He did as he often did when there was nothing to do; he practiced. A few mumbled words may have escaped him as he mouthed each line.

“Best safety lies in fear,” he then spoke and then sighed, knowing its relevance.

They tried to save the last healthy crops by burning the diseased. The smell was present everywhere.

It changed little.

They’re painfully new, it’s supposed to be an easy Federation is pleased to accept your petition for entrance as soon as we’ve finished with the requisite scans and paperwork. And then they get there and discover the election process is done in a gladiatorial arena. And it’s to the death. And no, a non fatal fight followed by a popular vote is not an acceptable compromise. And then the diplomats are asked to prove their own qualifications in the arena (at which point the whole thing somehow manages to circle back into cannon, star trek truly manages to cover every eventuality)

Colony trying for independance too fast certainly fits the facts, especially if an functioning independent economy is one of the requirements. We know basically nothing about Kodos’s motivations besides that he majorly regretted them in Conscience of the King and Spock referred to the massacre as being based of Kodos’s ‘theories of eugenics’ so theres not a lot further we can go with this particular line of speculation. For all we know Kodos hated humans and had selected species like Vulcan that have greater strength and endurance to get the rations, if he was actually trying to make them stretch across as many people as possible (which, we don’t know if he was or not) picking the races that could go longest without food would give you the highest survival rate. 

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So what I get from T'Pol turning down her seat is that each core Federation planet has their own method to appoint their representative. Some planets may choose to hold an election. I think in Vulcan’s case, the Elders were probably responsible for deciding on their representative, and they decided T'Pol was the logical choice. And T'Pol said fuck your logic, I don’t want the seat. But basically what I’m saying is that some planets may have an appointment committee, some chosen as the Elders were, some by election. And I’m not surprised about the emphasis on diplomacy, because with the amount of varying cultures in the Federation, it would be super important to make sure you have people aware of cultures other than your own. Diplomats are trained to know their assigned culture as well as they know their native culture. Sarek, for example, needs to know as much about Earth/Terran culture as possible to effectively work with them. And I would imagine there are few people who are willing to undergo the training to learn the culture(s) of an entire other planet. Hence why they would be protected as they are.

Each planet having it’s own method makes sense, though I suspect the federation would have some kind of guidelines for the process (I suspect ‘fight to the death’ wouldn’t be considered an acceptable method of nomination, for example, hereditary succession might also be frowned upon). 

T’Pau saying fuck your logic, I don’t want the seat is amazing, definitely accepting that headcannon

Yeah the emphasis on diplomacy didn’t surprise me, but it was the most consistently demonstrated fact about the federation I could find so I figured it should get a mention. Though we never see it, I’d say it’s a safe guess to say any federation planet has at least a general federation embassy with any group that’s particularly well represented having their own. On a sidenote, assuming they all keep in contact with each other, this would actually make a great place to hide an intelligence network if you ever need to use spies as a plot device

The core planets definitely have at least a representative with each race separate from the government so tourists/immigrants have somewhere to go to. 

Though colonies have their own local governments, they’re probably considered subsidiaries of the planet that founded them — possibly with an option to petition for a separate admission to the Federation after they’ve reached a set of criteria, a minimum population and independent government would both likely be on that list. 

In case you were wondering, Tarsus IV is listed on memory alpha as having been founded by the Federation and notes that “Often, Federation citizens from many different member worlds coexist in these colonies.” so that puts a new exciting light on Kodos’ genocide (and also makes every single ‘what if kirk met spock on tarsus’ fic 100x more likely)

        “Not to be rude or anything, but why would you think it’s a good idea to talk to me, if you usually don’t talk to strangers? I could be an escaped convict for all you know.” She smirked, spreading her legs out in front of her and letting her hair hang back. “What’s your name?” Joanna questioned after a moment.

Karidian knew he stood out in a city like this and he probably always would. He had always been used to smaller communities. “I am not from here, no. My place is amongst the stars.” With the words he shortly glanced to the sky, knowing the lights of the city and the low sun would block the view to the stars. Looking back to his current companion, Anton took a hand out of his pockets and held it out.

        Joanna was kind of over today, and not the way she usually was. Leaning against the hard metal walls of the Academy’s gating system, she glared at the incoming and outgoing cadets who passed by her, always staring always judging. Well, two could play at that game. 

        She had gotten thrown out of Xenolinguistics for mouthing off (kinda ironic, right?), and now her stupid roommate had locked her out of their dorm room, which she probably would claim as an ‘accident’, but Joanna would know better. The brunette began to wander around the city as the sun sunk lower, burying her hands in her coat pockets and avoiding eye contact with anyone she came across. Yeah, today was not the best, and she didn’t feel like telling her dad what happened, like her professors expected her to. She decided to put it off until she was actually let back inside of her room, whenever that may have been.

Especially the larger cities such as London, Moscow, and San Francisco; there were always people moving about, heads buried in their devices. San Francisco had a saving grace however. The bay as the sun was setting had always been calming to him, especially after a show.

Anton had a spot overlooking the bay, but he wasn’t alone today. And he had heard the curse.

“Normally,” he said as he walked up beside her, "I do not approach strangers.” His accent was smooth, pleasant in the dying light. “But it sounds like I can lend you an ear.”