Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2012 14:46:00 GMT -8
Charles seemed like the sort of man who was a good listener, and Zakhara had to admit that she felt better just having someone to actually talk to. She smiled at him hopefully. Perhaps this was just what she needed to find closure, and to move on with her life. She needed to find a husband, and to produce an heir to take over her responsibilities when she died.
Since you're not Starfleet, I doubt you'd have to face the latter,"
"I'm glad to hear that," she said, reassured. "I know there are those who oppose me who would use my personal life to try and discredit me." It was sad, but true. Whenever a system of government involved a succession determined by a bloodline, there would always be those who didn't believe said bloodline was strong enough to lead.
My office is only around the corner, shall we?"
"Oh," Zakhara said, her face flushing somewhat as she realized they were discussing this in a rather public area. "Yes, your office would be perfect, of course." She trailed along behind the counselor as he lead her to his office. "Are you enjoying your time aboard the station so far?" She asked, her natural instincts for niceties kicking in.
Internally, she was at war with herself. She didn't approve of all the Starfleet influence so near her beloved homeworld. She wondered what would come from the station being so close to home. Would the women begin to eat meat? Would people become more flippant about taking lovers since most other species seemed to be that way? Still, she needed this. She needed to work on getting her mind back in the right place so that she could figure out how to make Etimon a free world again. Free of the Mehtak. Free of the Federation and their backwards ways. Just Etimon... and independence. Just like it once was.
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Since you're not Starfleet, I doubt you'd have to face the latter,"
"I'm glad to hear that," she said, reassured. "I know there are those who oppose me who would use my personal life to try and discredit me." It was sad, but true. Whenever a system of government involved a succession determined by a bloodline, there would always be those who didn't believe said bloodline was strong enough to lead.
My office is only around the corner, shall we?"
"Oh," Zakhara said, her face flushing somewhat as she realized they were discussing this in a rather public area. "Yes, your office would be perfect, of course." She trailed along behind the counselor as he lead her to his office. "Are you enjoying your time aboard the station so far?" She asked, her natural instincts for niceties kicking in.
Internally, she was at war with herself. She didn't approve of all the Starfleet influence so near her beloved homeworld. She wondered what would come from the station being so close to home. Would the women begin to eat meat? Would people become more flippant about taking lovers since most other species seemed to be that way? Still, she needed this. She needed to work on getting her mind back in the right place so that she could figure out how to make Etimon a free world again. Free of the Mehtak. Free of the Federation and their backwards ways. Just Etimon... and independence. Just like it once was.
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