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Title: Star Trek: Outwardly Mobile
Author: Jay P Hailey (JayPHailey{at}yahoo.com) Series: MISC - TNG OCs
COdes: None
Part: 132b/335(?)
Rating:[PG]
Archive: Fine with me, just tell me where. Disclaimer: Paramount owns all
things Star Trek.  I claim Original Characters and Situations for me.
Webpage HTTP://www.phoenixinn.iwarp.com/jayphailey

    Tlalocan
    by
    Jay P. Hailey
    And
    The Star Trek Players

 The Tlalocan Revolutionary Front claimed responsibility for the bombing.
Their message swore resistance to the dictator of Tlalocan even at the
price of resisting Starfleet and the Federation itself.

-*-

 Miriah reported the incident back to Starfleet Command.  Tlalocan would
never have been admitted to the Federation with its current government.
Miriah didn't know what, if anything, she could do to try to put things
right.

 For three days, she waited while Listening to Commander Stroud's reports
about the treatment of the crew.

 When Starfleet replied, Miriah was given permission to attempt diplomacy if
she thought it might help.  She was advised that a mission from the
Federation Council was being assembled and would arrive no more than eight
months later.

 The permission also implied that Miriah was free to drop the situation and
back away if she felt that her efforts would not help.

-*-

 "Some our crew people have been interrogated pretty thoroughly."  Stroud
reported.  "We're getting them out now."

 "Report as soon as our people are clear."  Miriah said.  She closed the
channel and paced the Bridge irritably.  Her attempts to quietly locate the
rebels on her own had not led to any result.  Miriah was about ready to
give up and move away from the planet when her break happened.

 "Captain, I'm reading a contact."  Brekka Di reported.

 "What kind of contact?"  Miriah asked.

 "Well, Sir. I can't be too specific except to say that it's a cloaked
ship."  Brekka replied.

 "A what?"  Miriah asked.
 "A cloaked ship.  It's only a few moments away from making orbit."  The
Bajoran officer said.

 "Have the Tlalocan security forces detected the ship yet?"  Miriah asked.

 "No, Sir.  Their sensors are primitive compared to ours."

 "Sound yellow alert."  Miriah said.  "Put security on alert."

 Alarms started to sound through out the Endeavor.  Crew people started to
rush to their stations.

 "I'm reading transporter activity."  Brekka reported. 
"They're beaming
down several tons of inanimate equipment to areas on the planet that are
supposedly lightly inhabited."

 "An arms shipment?"  Miriah asked, grinning.

 "It's seems that way." Brekka grinned back.

 "Let's get them."  Miriah said.

 "Aye, Sir."

 "Security is ready to go, Captain."  The assistant Chief of Security said.

 "Very good, Ensign Yo.  Prepare boarding parties to take that ship."
Miriah ordered.

 "Aye, Sir."

 "Helm, lay in course to intercept that ship."

 "Aye, Captain."
 "Hail that ship."

 "Hailing frequencies open."

 "This is the Federation starship Endeavor.  You are in violation of
Federation law.  Drop your cloak and prepare to surrender.  We are prepared
to fire on you if you do not comply."  Miriah said.

 "The smuggler is powering up engines and breaking orbit." 
Brekka reported.

 "Arm phasers and raise shields."  Miriah ordered.  "Helm, begin your
intercept."

 The Endeavor began to move.

 "Phasers armed, Captain."  Ensign Yo reported.

 "Give me a wide dispersal pattern at ten percent power."  Miriah ordered.

 "Wide dispersal, ten percent power."  Yo replied.

 "Unidentified ship, your cloak is not effective against us.  Heave to and
prepare to be boarded."  Miriah called.

 After a few minutes Brekka reported.  "The smuggler is still running."

 "Fire phasers."  Miriah said.

 The phasers of the Endeavor fired weakly, their force spread out over a
large area of space.  The silhouette of a small courier ship was visible in
the beam.  The ship shimmered and then appeared visibly.

 A face appeared on the main screen.  A human with a golden complexion and
the almond shaped eyes of an oriental said  "We surrender!  We
surrender, please hold your fire!"

 "You will heave to and prepare to be boarded."  Miriah snarled. 
"Don't
make me do anything rash, Mister..."

 "I am Captain Yatsuki, Endeavor.  We are heaving to."

 "I am Captain Miriah Katasai.  You are in my custody.  I will be bringing
you aboard and placing a prize crew on your ship, Captain Yatsuki.  Please
don't do anything to jeopardize their safety."  Miriah said mildly.

 "I ask that you keep myself and my crew in your custody rather than turning
us over to the Tlalocan Security forces."  Yatsuki said.

 "That's what I had in mind, assuming you cooperate."  Miriah said simply.

 Yatsuki thought about it.  "I will do all I can."

-*-

 "We will resist Federation tyranny to our dying breaths!"  Juarez yelled.
He was the Leader of the People's Liberation Front and he was given to
bombastic and inflammatory language.

 Miriah was tired of being yelled at.  "I hope you're prepared to wait for a
while."

 "What do you want, Captain?"  Naiman asked.  He was the Leader of the
Democratic Reform Party, an illegal opposition party.

 "The Federation authorized me to open negotiations with you for the purpose
of securing a peaceful end to the dispute."  Miriah said.

 Oraco , the leader of the Red Army sniffed disdainfully.  "The high and
mighty Federation finally notices us, and sends a lackey to negotiate for
the status quo."

 "Finally notices you?"  Miriah asked.

 "We sent messages to the Federation Council requesting aid and arbitration.
Our messages have been ignored for years."  Naiman said.

 Miriah was shocked.  The Federation had been ignoring these people for
years?  "Really?  Well now help is here, so you'd better take
advantage of it while you can."

 "How do we know we can trust the Federation to help us get rid of Macco?
How do we know that the Federation won't install another puppet dictator
over us when Macco is gone?"  Juarez said.  "The Federation is
well known haven for imperialist, capitalistic running-dog lackeys of
counter revolutionary forces!"

 "What?"  Miriah was confused.  Imperialist running-dog lackeys? 
"Are you
sure you haven't confused us with the Ferengi?"

 Naiman sighed,  "What sort of government would it suit the Federation to
impose on us?"

 "The Federation's standards for civil rights are well known." 
Miriah said.
"We're not here to impose anything on you.  We'd like to assist you in
reaching a form of government that is stable and guarantees these civil
rights.  But what ever the people of Tlalocan decide, then we're obligated
to support them."

 "Well, it sounds nice, anyway."  Naiman said.  "Now what
proof do we have?"

 "Well, if you're willing to work with us, then I'll talk to Macco and see
if we can reach a negotiated settlement."  Miriah said.

 "The bloody struggle against class oppression with never be over."  Juarez
yelled.

 Oraco sighed  "We're all tired of bombings and killings, but I don't think
you're going to be too successful with Macco."

 "Why are you rebelling anyway?"  Miriah asked.

 "Our people are poor."  Juarez said.  "They have been
ground beneath the
heal of Macco's friends."

 Miriah waited for Naiman to translate the politically charged rhetoric.
They looked at each other for several beats.  "Really?" Miriah
asked.  "Just like that?"

 "Just like that."  Oraco said.

 Naiman explained.  "Macco is simply mismanaging the planet.  Through
shortsightedness and plain greed he has impoverished most of us.  He lives
in the lap of luxury while we grow hungry outside the gates.  When we
protest or try to assert our rights, he oppresses us with his secret police
and the military.  Many people have simply disappeared.  Others have been
tortured.  It's all pretty basic, unless you live here."

 "Then it's exciting."  Oraco said sardonically.  His tone implied the same
distaste for excitement and danger that all combat veterans have.  Miriah
understood that.

 "Right, well, I'll go have a talk with Macco."  Miriah said.

 "Good luck."  Naiman said.  His tone didn't carry much hope.

 Miriah left the resistance leaders shaking their heads.

-*-

 To Miriah's utter surprise President-for-Life Macco agreed to the talks.
They were to be held a week later aboard the Federation Starship.  In the
mean time,  Miriah beamed down members of her crew to random areas of the
planet.  They poked around and reported to her.

 What the Starfleet people saw confirmed the accounts of the resistance
leaders.  The rural farmers of Tlalocan were dirt poor and getting worse.
They had been relatively prosperous at one time.  The remains of old
buildings and equipment were seen.  The Macco administration charged heavy
import taxes and skimmed the best of incoming imports for themselves.
Corruption and incompetence in the high offices were taking their toll.



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