Chapter 5: Negotiations

Legate Lebran Temar sat back, a hand up to his chin. He would have asked the question closest to his heart at the moment, but, as he looked at Ambassador Sanchez of Earth, he knew he must not ask such a question. To ask such a thing would destroy these so called "Peace Talks." He could have cared less, but, his masters wished him to continue these discussions, so he would.

"Our offer is on the table," Sanchez said, pushing the data pad in front of him over to the small Cardassian, "All you have to do is look it over and tell us what you think of the arrangements."

Lebran picked up the data pad from before him and looked it over. It was simply an overview of what had been talked about for admission to the Federation.

Each planet that entered the Federation took upon themselves the solemn duty to place their resources for the common good. They would keep back nothing but the bare minimum of what it would take to keep that planet in the lap of luxury. Technology would also be provided, to further the fields of science and medicine.

What these Federation fools failed to realize is just how little was going on. They thought that they were dealing with Cardassia. Cardassia did want to be accepted into the Federation, but, the motives behind his masters were to further the work along. The almighty work that consumed his every thought and waking moment.

These negotiations were only the instrument to bring about the brighter future.

"Listen Ambassador," he sighed, "I realize just how much this means to both of our peoples, but, I am not sure my people are ready to hand over technology to the Federation just yet."

Sanchez scratched his chin before replying, "It's not as if we are asking you to hand it all over immediately. You must realize though that if the need arises for such things, you will be expected to do so willingly. For the good of all involved in the Federation."

"And if we need assistance?" he asked, "Will you give it to us?"

"Of course," Sanchez reassured him with a big smile. The problem with this politician, Lebran realized, is unlike most politicians, this one wasn't practiced at being polite and cordial. He really was that way already. Then, almost without notice, Lebran twitched as a telepathic order came through his mind, The time has come.

"Then may I ask a question?" he asked.

Sanchez nodded, "Of course you can."

"Then where was the Federation when we needed help rebuilding our infrastructure?" he accused, "Where were you when our people starved and died from their hunger? Where was your people when mine were scrapping for enough money to live in bombed out shelters?"

Sanchez faltered for a second. The discussion had turned in a single instant from nice to mean. He could play mean. But, he didn't want to. He could talk everything better. He was, after all, an ambassador, and that's what they do best.

"If I may remind you," Sanchez forced himself in, "Your people never asked for aid. We cannot do anything unless you ask for it."

"Or," he glowered, "Was this no more than a Federation plot to expand their borders?"

"The Federation has no imperialistic policies," Sanchez assured him.

"Oh really?" Lebran asked, "What about Bajor? The wormholes near Bajor and Betazed? What about your expeditions into the Delta Quadrant? Have you not even allied with the Borg and the Ferangi?"

"Bajor wished to join," Sanchez retorted, "The wormholes just happened, and you know full well the explorations into the Delta Quadrant were just for exploratory purposes. And what about your own views?"

"What do you mean?" Lebran snapped.

"Is not joining the Federation just for the freebies that come with membership?" Sanchez asked, "From reports we have received, your people have not done anything to improve their situation for six years. You have been even at some points been pushing back the clock. And why? I think it is because if you do, then the Federation will come in and you won't have to work as much."

On second thought, Sanchez could be nasty if he wished. Lebran closed his eyes and said, "Perhaps we should have a recess until tomorrow. Then, we will be in a better mood to discuss the situation."

Sanchez nodded. "Tomorrow then."

Lebran stood up, gathered the data pads in his arms and walked out of the room. When the door closed behind him, a small grin played across his lips. The time had arrived. The Invasion was about to commence. And those that served faithfully and loyally would be rewarded with kingdoms and thrones.