The sun had dipped low on the horizon, casting the Federation Embassy’s grand conference chamber in a warm, amber glow. The large chamber was designed for such high-stakes meetings, with its expansive windows, polished floors, and the United Federation of Planets emblem prominently displayed on the far wall. A circular table crafted from rich, dark wood dominated the center of the room. Around it would sit the key figures who would determine the fate of Raeya III under the vigilant overwatch of Commander Armstrong in Embassy Operations.

Ambassador Talos entered the grand conference chamber first, his stride purposeful and expression a mask of calm authority. Captains MacLeod and Wellborn flanked him. Both men carried themselves with the weight of their responsibilities, their expressions grim and resolute, reflecting the gravity of the situation unfolding on Raeya III.

Michael Ryan, the Embassy’s Chargé d’Affaires, walked to the Ambassador’s right. A veteran diplomat in his own right, Ryan’s demeanor was more guarded. He was the bridge between Starfleet and the diplomatic corps, and his role was crucial in ensuring that the Federation’s intentions were communicated clearly and effectively.

Elara Serin walked to Talos’s left, the Embassy’s General Counsel. With a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue, Serin was known for her ability to navigate the most complex legal and political landscapes. She moved with quiet confidence, her every step measured as if she were already anticipating the legal and diplomatic maneuvers that might be required in the hours ahead. Her presence was a reminder that the Federation’s actions on Raeya III would be scrutinized by the local government and the known galaxy.

The chamber blended Federation modernity and Raeyan tradition, with sleek, polished surfaces juxtaposed against intricate local artwork adorning the walls. It was a space designed for diplomacy, but today, it felt more like a battlefield.

Each of them took their seats. Talos sat at the head of the table, with Ryan and Serin on either side, representing the Federation’s diplomatic and legal might. MacLeod and Wellborn sat to Ryan’s right, their positions symbolizing the defensive strength that backed the Federation’s diplomatic efforts.

 President Trelor of Raeya III and Chief of Staff Lira Tenara walked in the chamber next. Trelor’s face was a mask of determination, though her eyes flickered with the weight of the decisions she would have to make. Tenara, ever the strategist, carried a PADD filled with notes and briefing documents. They moved with the grace and poise of leaders accustomed to the spotlight, yet there was an undercurrent of tension in their movements due to the gravity of the situation. 

As they took their seats, the door to the chamber opened again. All eyes turned as Jarell Korrin strode into the room. He was the last to arrive, and it was clear that he relished the attention his entrance commanded. Korrin was a tall, imposing figure with a broad, muscular build honed from years of military service. His dark hair was streaked with silver, and his brown eyes, sharp and calculating, missed nothing.

Korrin’s presence alone shifted the atmosphere in the room. His reputation preceded him—once a decorated officer in the Raeyan military, he had turned to politics with the same ruthless efficiency that had defined his military career. Now, as the leader of the People’s Independence Front, he was a force to be reckoned with: cunning, ruthless, and deeply committed to his cause. His very name had become synonymous with resistance, and there were few on Raeya III who didn’t either fear or admire him.

As he approached the table, Korrin’s gaze locked onto Captain MacLeod’s for a brief, charged moment. There was no warmth in his eyes, only a cold, calculating intensity that sent a clear message—he was here to win, whatever the cost.

“Ambassador Talos,” Korrin said smoothly as he took his seat, his deep, resonant tone commanding attention. “Captain MacLeod, Captain Wellborn, Mr. Ryan, Ms. Serin, and, of course, Madam President.” He inclined his head slightly toward Trelor, though his expression remained impassive.

“Korrin,” Trelor responded coolly, her voice betraying none of the unease his presence stirred in her. She knew the man well enough to understand that he was not to be underestimated.

With everyone seated, Ambassador Talos began the proceedings, his tone even and measured. “Thank you all for gathering on such short notice. The recent developments on Raeya III have brought us to a critical juncture. Our purpose here is to discuss how we can move forward to ensure this planet’s safety and stability.”

“Ambassador, while we acknowledge the Federation’s role as a protectorate, the actions taken by Starfleet in recent days have caused significant unrest among our citizens. We must address these concerns openly.” President Trelor, her eyes shifting briefly to Korrin before settling on Talos, spoke with a calm authority.

Korrin leaned back in his chair, a faint, almost mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Unrest is an understatement, Madam President. The people of Raeya III do not see Starfleet’s presence as protection—they see it as occupation. And I can assure you, they are prepared to resist it.”

Captain Wellborn, never one to back down, met Korrin’s gaze with a hardened expression. “And what would you have us do, Korrin? Stand by while terrorists sabotage the planet’s infrastructure, risking countless lives in the process? Our actions were a direct response to a threat, and we will continue to act to prevent further violence.”

Korrin’s smile widened, though it was devoid of humor. “Violence begets violence, Captain Wellborn. Your so-called ‘protection’ has only fueled the fire of rebellion.”

“The Federation’s interest is in maintaining peace and stability, something your actions threaten. The sabotage of the power grid was not an isolated incident—it was a coordinated attack. We must identify who is behind this and stop them before more lives are lost.” Captain MacLeod, his tone measured but firm, interjected.

Korrin’s eyes narrowed, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “You speak of peace and stability, Captain, yet your actions speak only of control. The people of Raeya III will not be controlled. Not by the Federation, and certainly not by Starfleet.”

“Korrin, the safety of our citizens is paramount. We must find a way to cooperate with Starfleet to ensure that no further harm comes to our people.” President Trelor, sensing the conversation teetering on the edge of escalation, spoke up.

Korrin’s gaze shifted to Trelor, and for a moment, his expression softened, though his words remained firm. “Madam President, I respect your desire to protect our people, but cooperation with Starfleet is not the answer. The People’s Independence Front will not be complicit in eroding our sovereignty.”

Sensing an opportunity to steer the discussion back on course, Ambassador Talos leaned forward. “Mr. Korrin, no one here suggests Raeya III’s sovereignty be undermined. The Federation’s role as a protectorate is to support, not to dictate. However, we cannot ignore the clear and present danger that exists. The interrogation of the saboteur is critical to preventing further attacks.”

Korrin’s eyes flickered with stark contempt. “Interrogation? Conducted by Starfleet, no doubt. Tell me, Ambassador, how long before this ‘protection’ turns into full-scale occupation? How long before the people rise up, as they did in the past, to throw off the yoke of foreign rule?
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Before Ambassador Talos could respond, Korrin pressed on, his voice intensifying. “And let’s remember the Federation’s recent history. After the synth attack on Mars, the Federation turned inward, focusing on its survival rather than its commitments to worlds like ours. You abandoned us in our time of need, and only now, when the situation threatens to spiral out of control, do you return with military force and talk of ‘peace.’ How are we to believe that this time will be any different?”

“Mr. Korrin, the synth attack on Mars was a tragedy that shook the very foundations of the Federation. It forced us to re-evaluate our priorities and, unfortunately, some commitments were strained over the last sixteen years. But our renewed ties with Raeya III are not about control but rectifying past mistakes. The Federation is committed to rebuilding trust and standing by its protectorates, even if we faltered in the past.” Elara Serin, who had been listening intently, leaned forward, her voice calm but edged with authority.

Korrin’s smile was thin, lacking genuine warmth. “Your words are well-rehearsed, General Counsel, but they do little to soothe the fears of a people who have been left in the dark for years. How can we trust that the Federation’s intentions are now pure? How can we trust that this sudden interest in Raeya III is not just another phase that will end when your priorities shift again?”

“Mr. Korrin, let me make one thing abundantly clear—Starfleet’s commitment to Raeya III is neither a phase nor a temporary fix. The Federation may have made mistakes that I will not deny, but we are here now because we recognize them and are committed to making them right. My division and the other Starfleet units on the planet are here to prevent a crisis, not to cause one. But make no mistake, Mr. Korrin, we will do what is necessary to ensure the safety of Raeya III, even if that means standing up to those who would see it torn apart from within.”  MacLeod said emphatically.

Korrin’s smile faded, his eyes locking onto MacLeod’s with a cold, unyielding gaze. “Be careful, Captain. History is littered with the ruins of those who thought they could control the will of the people. The People’s Independence Front will not allow Raeya III to become another chapter in that story.”

President Trelor, seeking to defuse the rising tension, spoke in a calm but firm tone. “We must find common ground. Raeya III cannot afford to be divided at this critical time. We will cooperate with Starfleet, but it must be under Raeyan oversight. Our people must see that their government, not the Federation, controls their destiny. “

“Madam President, I understand and respect the need for Raeyan oversight in our operations. However, there is one matter of utmost urgency that I must address—the interrogation of the saboteur captured during the attack on the power grid.” MacLeod’s voice was measured, respectful of Trelor’s authority but firm in his request.

Trelor’s gaze met MacLeod’s, her expression neutral but attentive.

“This individual is our best lead in uncovering the full extent of our current joint threat. We need to know who is behind these attacks and their ultimate goal. If we can get that information quickly, we can prevent further escalation and save lives. Will your cooperation extend to allowing Starfleet to take the lead in this interrogation, under the condition that Raeyan officials are present to oversee the process?” MacLeod continued.

A silence settled over the room as President Trelor considered the request. Her eyes flicked to Lira Tenara, who gave a subtle nod, indicating her agreement with MacLeod’s proposal.

 “And why, Captain, should we trust Starfleet with such a delicate task? Your methods may be… more aggressive than we are comfortable with. How do we know this won’t become another excuse for the Federation to tighten its grip on our planet?” Korrin spoke up, his voice carrying an undercurrent of suspicion. 

MacLeod met Korrin’s gaze steadily. “Mr. Korrin, my interest lies in preventing further attacks and ensuring the safety of everyone on Raeya III—nothing more. The saboteur’s information is critical, and time is of the essence. But let me be clear: this will be a collaborative effort. Your government will have full oversight. I’m asking for your trust to stop this threat together.”

President Trelor exhaled slowly, weighing the options. The room was tense, with everyone awaiting her decision. Finally, she nodded. “Captain MacLeod, you will have our cooperation. The interrogation will proceed under Raeyan oversight, and any information gained will be shared immediately with my government.”

Korrin’s expression darkened, but he remained silent, his eyes cold as he regarded MacLeod. Undoubtedly, he would be watching the process closely, looking for any sign that Starfleet was overstepping its bounds.

MacLeod inclined his head in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Madam President. Our only goal is to uncover the truth and protect Raeya III from further harm.”

Korrin, sensing the tide of the discussion turning, leaned back slightly, his expression neutral once more. “Very well, Madam President. But know this—should Starfleet overstep its bounds, the People’s Independence Front will act. We will not hesitate to defend our home by any means necessary.”

The room remained tense as Jarell Korrin leaned back in his chair, his piercing eyes scanning the faces around the table. The silence that followed his last statement was heavy as if everyone was carefully weighing their following exchanges.

Ambassador Talos, ever the diplomat, was the first to break the silence. “Mr. Korrin, your concerns are heard. But let us keep sight of the bigger picture. Raeya III stands at a crossroads, and our decisions will shape its future. We aim to ensure that the future is one of peace and stability, not conflict.”

Korrin’s lips curled into a thin smile, but there was no warmth. “Peace and stability, Ambassador? Or submission? Let us not pretend that the Federation’s interests are purely altruistic. You speak of protection, but I see a slow erosion of our autonomy.” He paused, his voice dropping to a more deliberate tone as he continued. “Take, for instance, the increasing amount of local resources being diverted to bolster Starfleet’s presence on Hawkeye Island. Our infrastructure is crumbling, our people are suffering shortages, yet we see Starfleet expanding its footprint, building up their facilities while our needs go unmet.”

The room grew quieter, the weight of Korrin’s accusation hanging heavily in the air. President Trelor’s expression tightened, but she allowed Korrin to continue, knowing that his grievances, though harsh, reflected the growing concerns among many Raeyans.

Korrin leaned forward, his gaze never wavering from Talos. “This so-called partnership is becoming increasingly one-sided. Hawkeye Island was meant to be a collaborative effort, a shared facility, but what we see now is Starfleet monopolizing its resources, diverting our energy supplies, and commandeering our transport networks. All in the name of security, while our people suffer in the name of Federation interests.”

Captain Wellborn, whose patience was wearing thin, leaned forward, his voice firm. “We are not here to control Raeya III, but we will not stand by and let it fall into anarchy. Starfleet’s role is to maintain order, and we will do what is necessary to ensure that.”

Korrin’s eyes flashed with a cold fire. “And what happens when you decide that ‘order’ means suppressing the will of the people? What happens when Starfleet’s presence is not about protection but control? When our resources are siphoned away to support a growing Starfleet base while our citizens go without power, food, or medicine?”

“Mr. Korrin, no one here is blind to the dangers of overreach. But understand this—every moment we delay gives those who wish to see Raeya III in ruins more time to act. We can debate the philosophy of Federation involvement all day, but right now, we must address a genuine, imminent threat.” Captain MacLeod’s tone was measured but firmly interjected before Wellborn could escalate further.

Korrin remained silent, his sharp eyes fixed on MacLeod, studying him, weighing his words. After a long moment, he nodded slowly. “You’re right, Captain. There is a threat—a threat to Raeya III’s freedom. But I’ll make this clear: if Starfleet’s actions go beyond what is necessary for defense, the People’s Independence Front will take action if they start to encroach on our sovereignty. We will not be your subordinates.”

“Jarell, the Federation’s assistance is crucial at this moment. We can ensure that all operations are conducted under the oversight of the Raeyan government. But we cannot afford to reject their help outright. Our people’s safety must come first.” President Trelor interjected.

Korrin’s expression softened just slightly, though the steel in his voice remained. “Madam President, I trust you to put Raeya III’s interests above all else. But understand this—if I sense that trust is violated and see the Federation tightening its grip on our world, there will be consequences.”

Ambassador Talos, sensing the delicate balance in the room, spoke in a tone that brokered unity. “We are all on the same side here securing the future of Raeya III. We propose a collaborative approach, with Raeyan forces taking the lead, supported by Starfleet where needed. This way, we can address the immediate threats without compromising Raeya III’s autonomy.”

Korrin waited to respond. He leaned back, considering the proposal with a careful, calculating gaze. The silence stretched on, thick with unspoken tension. Finally, he nodded, though his eyes remained guarded. “I can accept that—for now. But understand, Ambassador, that I will watch every move Starfleet makes. The minute they overstep, the People’s Independence Front will respond.”

 Wellborn clenched his jaw but held his tongue, knowing that further confrontation would only exacerbate the situation. MacLeod, ever the diplomat in these moments, gave a curt nod. “That’s all we can ask for, Mr. Korrin. We’ll work together, but we’ll respect your boundaries.”

President Trelor let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Then it’s settled. We will move forward with this cooperative approach. Jarell, I trust you will ensure that your people understand the importance of unity in this time of crisis.”

“They will, Madam President. But remember, unity does not mean submission. The People’s Independence Front will always act in the best interests of Raeya III.” Korrin gave a slight nod.

“Thank you all. We have much work ahead of us, but with this agreement, we take the first step towards securing Raeya III’s future.” Ambassador Talos rose from his seat, signaling the end of the conference.

As the participants began to leave the room, the tension didn’t dissipate—it simply shifted, evolving into a cautious, uneasy peace. MacLeod and Wellborn exchanged glances, both knowing this was only the beginning. The threat of Korrin’s resistance loomed large, and the road ahead would be fraught with challenges.

Jarell Korrin was the last to leave the room, pausing briefly at the door. He turned back, his eyes meeting Captain MacLeod’s once more. There was no smile this time, just a cold, silent promise- the worst was yet to come.