From:vlaDeSH
To:*Galactic-Enquirer
Stardate:20001118.0854
Subject:Summit Proposal

The official seal of the Klingon Empire appears upon the screen.

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Soon after, there is a moment's lapse, fading to black, before a dimly lit corridor replaces the darkness, a grand naive surmounted by a dais in the background, a large central metallic chair occupied by an age-old Klingon, his compatriots silent and stern as they sit both to his left and right. Behind him, looms the opulent but oblique emblem of the Empire, stained upon a crimson banner: proud and stern.

Leathery gray garments squeaking softly with his movements, the Klingon speaks, his lengthy mustached, grayed in years, buoyant with his powerful jaw.

"I am Qang Krotoc, Chancellor of the High Council and speaker for the Empire. As many of you know, the galaxy has fallen into good times of peace and prosperity recently. The building aggression of the Romulans dwindled swiftly away, and the Tholian Assembly seems to have returned to their quiet portion of space. Although many disputes still remain with the Cardassian Union, the peace accords signed at Hellesport remain binding and strong, so far unbroken.

Because this, I have come to believe that we should take advantage of this moment to converge for a summit, one that might better clarify the rules of war. No longer does the Khitomer accords exist in a sufficient manner to protect the innocent against the use of biological weaponry, quantum torpedoes, or energy fields as we have recently seen other empires subject against the weak. As a result, it is time for an amendment to be made, for all sides to argue what should and should not be allowed upon the field of battle. We would volunteer Hellesport again as the site of this meeting, or perhaps Unica, or even Risa. All empires are encouraged to send delegates. We, the Klingon High Council, extend our hands openly in peace.

Let this act of honorable wisdom and courage not be ignored or pass in vain."

Closing his mouth, facial muscles visibly tensing, Krotoc says nothing more, only nodding, his eyes staring coldly for a moment longer at the camera with their dark and bottomless depths: expressionless, unreadable, before letting the communique end - blipping into oblivion.