SD241408.18 || Vanguard Log || Vokar || "Serenity... serenity broken."

Posted on 241408.18 @ 9:52pm by Captain Vokar

Mission: Insurrection [Fleet Plot]

Serene.

That would normally be the only word to describe a Vulcan council meeting, even in times of war the inhabitants would rarely, if ever, feel the need to raise their voices, their chambers of discussion normally subdued with an air of collected logic.

Today, however was very different, the main chamber echoed with voiced grievances, no arguments but an entire list of situations that had arisen since the fall of Starfleet, the new Political officers forced control over the systems within the Federation, rumours flooded around the re-imagined Federation, anyone who dared to stand against the new regime was being taken away, their executions, while rumoured, were all but believed to be true.

Even on Vulcan, three leading council members had been taken, dragged from their homes in the middle of the night by security forces cloaked in black.

Cold air swept through the chamber as the doors cracked open, a cloaked figure strode in, his gait marred by a slight limp, a cloak of dark green billowed out behind him, he bought himself to the centre of the chamber and came to a halt as he was challenged by one of the elders, "Halt! Who enters this sacred chamber without being invited? Declare yourself!" he called out, his voice carrying to the far corners of the room and echoing in every last space.

The laugh started deep, it resonated throughout the hall, seemingly coming from every crevice, hidden voices matched the tone as he began, "Who am I?" the voice replied, "I am the father of a murdered son, the brother to a murdered sister, the husband of a murdered wife, I am the light that frees the repressed people, I am the angel of vengeance unsatisfied and I am the spirit of freedom, quelled by the shadow that threatens to destroy our people."

Slowly the figure began to stalk forward, circling around the elders in the council chamber, "You invite me to declare myself? I am logic, I am love, I am anger, I am desperation, I am the people under the yoke of a system that would see them silenced."

The newcomer came to a halt at the head of the chamber and threw his hood back, revealing his face and drawing a few raised eyebrows from the elders, "I am Vokar and I come to encourage you to stand up for yourselves, you are Vulcans, logic dictates that you not let our way of life become soiled by the new Federation council.” he stated as his one good eye scanned the faces of the elders, locking his gaze on each in turn, “You sit here and discuss, but take heed of the example of the Klingons, do not sit idly by when someone threatens your way of life, grab them by the shoulders and throw them into the light, rise up and expose them, expose the very corruption that sits like a stain on the once great Federation which our people worked so hard to create.”

“What would you have us do?” the elder replied as he confronted Vokar, standing up to the newcomer and meeting him face to face, “Would you have us embrace the hostility of our illogical state? Would you see us bought down to the level of... Romulans... in our deception?”

“I would have you do what we do best, debate...” Vokar replied as he circled the man before him, his good eye looking him up and down as he stalked, “They cannot possible stifle an entire planet in discussion, they cannot hope to halt the progress of diplomacy in the face of the true Vulcan nature, we are stalwart, we shall not be undone by anyone!” he cried as the whine of a transporter pulled him from the room in a flash of blue light, his form replaced by a single padd on the floor of the chamber.

Slightly taken aback by the display, the elder turned and picked up the padd at his feet, a single button flashed and curiosity forced him to press it, Vokar's voice returned for a few seconds and rang out around the room, “My gift to you, proof of their actions, proof of their guilt, use it wisely.” the message played before the rest of the padd burst into life, holo-emitters along the edges forcing images out onto the walls of the chamber, each one a clip or selection of documents, all containing damning evidence of the crimes being committed in the name of the Federation.

Voices now called for justice, Vulcan voices united as the images swirled around them and laid bare all of the evil they had let take hold.

One word that certainly couldn't describe the council chamber...

Serene.