“Empress Nirabelle, Leader of the Cygnarian
people, please allow us to introduce Federation President, Eleazar M’Tak, Admiral
Carlisle Cullen and Captain Jean-Luc Picard*,” announced the imperial herald.
“Welcome to Forx, Mr. President, Admiral and
Captain,” I said, giving them a gesture of peace and greeting. “I am pleased
that you have arrived safely.”
“Thank you for allowing us to come down to your
beautiful planet, Empress Nirabelle,” said President M’Tak. His voice was deep
and resonant, sounding like tubular bells. I walked off the dais and took his
extended hand. He bent deeply, pressing his cool forehead to my hand. “I am so
very sorry for the loss of your father, Emperor Charel. Admiral Cullen said
that he was a fair man, a good man.”
“The best, Mr. President,” I smiled sadly. “Allow
me to introduce to you our Council of Elders, Aro, Caius and Marcusi. They act
as an advisory panel and lead in my absence.” They bowed and shook hands with
the Admiral, President and the new captain. “I look forward to joining the
Federation, Mr. President.”
“As we look forward to having you,” President
M’Tak intoned. He nodded at Admiral Cullen who pulled out a large scroll,
setting it on the table set up in the throne room. “Before we sign, I need you
and your Council of Elders to take the Oath of the Federation.”
“Of course,” I smiled. Standing immediately
behind me, Aro, Caius and Marcusi shuffled in line.
“Please raise your right hands,” President M’Tak
commanded. We all abided by his gentle command. He spoke quietly and reverently
as he walked us through the oath. After we repeated his words, he asked one
question. “Do you swear to uphold and abide by the rules of the United Federation
of Planets and the Prime Directive?”
“What is the Prime Directive, Mr. President?”
asked Caius.
“It is a set of rules that all Federation
planets abide by regarding other worlds that are not as technologically
advanced as us,” Admiral Cullen answered. “It’s our guiding principle. It
prohibits any Galaxy Fleet personnel from interfering with the internal development
of alien civilizations. We cannot use our technology or give our technology to
civilizations who are not on the same page as the rest of the Federation,
technologically.”
“I see,” Caius said.
“Our indication that a planet or civilization
is ready for us is when they have harnessed jump capabilities,” Edward added
from his spot on the dais. “Cygnarians have achieved that nearly a hundred
years ago. The only thing holding them back is lack of dilithium ore on Forx and outlying planets.”
“We will promise to uphold the rules of the
United Federation of Planets and this Prime Directive,” I said, giving Caius a
stern look. The Council of Elders repeated that.
Reaching into his white jacket, President M’Tak
retrieved an ancient looking pen. “This pen was first used to sign the treaty
between Terrans and Turulians, the species that made first contact with the
Terrans when they used their first jump drive nearly four hundred years ago. These
two species formed the Federation with one singular mission, to explore the
galaxy. With every addition to the United Federation of Planets, this pen is used
as a symbol of unity and good faith.” President M’Tak bent over, signing his
name with a flourish. “Empress Nirabelle?” I took the pen, signing my own name
in Cygnarian. “Captain Cullen, you are the Federation officer who sponsored the
Cygnarians and Forx. You are the final signature.” Edward walked over, taking
the pen and signing his name, smiling crookedly.
Holding out his hand, President M’Tak smiled softly. I shook his cool
hand. “Welcome to the Federation, Empress.”
Nirabelle's Dress
Edward's gift to her
President Eleazar M'Tak
Captain Jean-Luc Picard (I couldn't resist!)
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