Ketsurui Yuumi, Imperial Premier to the Empress of the Yamatai Star Empire, waited in her starship, Premier One, just outside the atmosphere of Hyoutan, Gensou system. Her only escorts were two Nodachi-class starfighters.
She waited for the Lorath High Priest Velor Tomoe Tur’lista to arrive at the neutral space, so she could deliver a treaty document. One she believed would be rejected for a host of reasons.
However, she counted her blessings as she waited in her demure dark-blue power suit and lace-trimmed, light grey blouse. Even the Senate, in its collective wisdom, saw fit to start a dialogue with the Lorath Matriarchy. They needed to begin somewhere. Peace didn't happen in a vacuum.
She kept her hair free and slipped behind her ears — she had to be open-faced about this in every sense of the phrase. Yuumi was convinced that the key was presenting the treaty as it was. She wasn't going to dictate terms. There was no gunboat diplomacy that would get a lasting peace. Let Tomoe read over the document, let his advisers read over the document. Let them argue. Consider. Weigh.
Then, Yuumi would listen. Just listen.
Nonstarters would be shoved at her. Suspicions cast her way. It was part of the game of diplomacy, one that she knew how to play. She had to know.
She waited on the bridge of her ship, looking out over the limed aura of Hyoutan toward Lor.
She waited for the Lorath High Priest Velor Tomoe Tur’lista to arrive at the neutral space, so she could deliver a treaty document. One she believed would be rejected for a host of reasons.
However, she counted her blessings as she waited in her demure dark-blue power suit and lace-trimmed, light grey blouse. Even the Senate, in its collective wisdom, saw fit to start a dialogue with the Lorath Matriarchy. They needed to begin somewhere. Peace didn't happen in a vacuum.
She kept her hair free and slipped behind her ears — she had to be open-faced about this in every sense of the phrase. Yuumi was convinced that the key was presenting the treaty as it was. She wasn't going to dictate terms. There was no gunboat diplomacy that would get a lasting peace. Let Tomoe read over the document, let his advisers read over the document. Let them argue. Consider. Weigh.
Then, Yuumi would listen. Just listen.
Nonstarters would be shoved at her. Suspicions cast her way. It was part of the game of diplomacy, one that she knew how to play. She had to know.
She waited on the bridge of her ship, looking out over the limed aura of Hyoutan toward Lor.
