A Post By Robert E. Leo
Location: Omega City
Timeline: After Meeting the Mayor
Tag: Motra, Son of Korta, Klingon Ambassador
Robert hated these assignments but knew they were a necessary evil. The Klingons had a near battalion to protect their ambassador, true warriors from a star ship walking behind the powerful image that is Motra, Son of Korta, the Klingon Ambassador to Omega Prime.
The Omega Fleet Police Service still wanted to maintain a presence when the Klingon arrived at City Hall knowing that in truth no one in their right mind would attack a Klingon with these warriors around him. Robert took more heart in shaking a paw with the children of many races who gathered to watch the precession, almost like a parade through the streets of Omega City. He knelt down in front of human knowing the poor little girl had never seen a Caitian. Her only exposure to cats had been the primitive domesticated animals of Earth. She stroked the officer's ear and smiled, "Nice kitty."
Robert could have been offended but instead took it with absolute joy. If that is what it took to endear the Omega Prime Police Services with the children, he was more than happy to be "Nice kitty"
He was nearly knocked over as the Klingon Rear Guard pushed into him moving by. He stood up, dwarfed by the giant Klingon and smiled. "Excuse me, Sir."
"Damn right! Excuse me, creature.", responded the Klingon gruffly. Robert stepped aside knowing he was no match for the Klingon. Robert had already learned that Motra had been asking Rear Admiral Jake Anderson to grant asylum to several members of a powerful family driven out during a recent battle of ascension on the homeworld. Anderson would have a tough decision to make.
Robert smiled, picking up an ice cream from a street vendor, paying full price of course. He was more than happy to be out here licking an ice cream and toying with the children than inside Omega City Hall with Anderson and Motra trying to hammer out how to maintain order with a 100 Klingons upset about losing a battle on the homeworld and being forced into exile on Omega Prime. Robert hoped for the best but feared for the worst. Most of the citizens of Omega Prime so far were exiles or refugees, they lacked the warrior nature of these transplanted Klingons. Robert hoped that he and his counterparts could keep the amazingly beautiful Omega Prime peaceful.
Robert patted a couple of kids on the head and boarded his hover car and headed for the Station. He had reports to fill out and he had to stop by the repair office on his way home. His replicator had made him Lettuce for supper the evening before. Imagine a Caitain, requesting fish and receiving lettuce. Something is dreadfully wrong...
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Officer Robert E. Leo
Omega Prime Police Services
Omega City
