|Subject:||High Council Meeting|
The curved and jagged emblem of the Klingon Empire gradually fades onto the screen.
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Dark and ill-lit is the chamber of the High Council, and as the camera pans outward to reveal it, its members are engaged in a heated debate, their loud voices ringing outward against the cold walls with a resonating baritone that would deafen even the most hard of hearing. Qang Krotoc, who sits silently within their center, appears little inclined to interrupt the constant banter being exchanged from either side of the hall, and only when the yelling escalates into literal cursing does he raise an age-worn and wise hand to quiet them.
Before him, perhaps previously unseen, there stands another worn figure, a Klingon warrior past his prime and whose lengthy garments seem to post him in a noble standing. Back towards the camera, he is nevertheless addressed by the Chancellor, with words somber and sullen all at once, softly spoken - as benevolent and rich as they could be.
"Duy'a Lor'mogh, you come before the Council with a grievance."
"I do, Qang." replies a foreign voice, hot with anger. Hands lifting, the Duy'a then proceeds to address the Council, attempting to cool his fiery rage.
"I have tried thrice now to address Governor Sare of the Hellesport station about your proposal concerning a galactic summit, and thrice I have been rudely ignored or refused. The first time, I was cut-off mid-sentence while requesting a meeting with her over my communications pin. The second time that I tried to contact her, her communications pin was 'active,' regardless of the fact that she strutted right outside the corridor of our Embassy - on a walk. And the third time, the third time I tried to approach her, only to be snubbed, insulted! I will not tolerate such blatant disrespect for the Empire, my Qang, and nor should you. You Ambassador has been wronged. I request humbly as a result that the High Council declare the candidacy of another possible site for the summit. One more stable, governed more diplomatically, and one less threatened by hostile attacks."
Qang Krotoc seems silent for a long moment within his large chair, brooding, even while aware that much of the galaxy is intently watching him. Finally, he speaks, his voice ever maintaining its regal quality.
"Agreed, Duy'a. I will ask the Federation if they might be more enthused about holding the summit upon the planet of Risa. Or if other empires dislike this idea, perhaps the Unicans will be willing to hold the summit. Regardless, it seems evident that if you needed to consistently contact the Governor, that she holds no true interest in this summit, and that if you couldn't even arrange a meeting with her - one of my most important Ambassadors within the Empire - than she has shown both disrespect to the Empire and a lack of enthusiasm."
A bow is given by the figure of Lor'mogh, before the screen fades into an inky black.