Tribunal Plans

Posted on Sat Jan 12th, 2019 @ 5:46pm by Captain Enalia Telvan

Mission: Section 31-B
Location: Captain's Quarters
Timeline: 2396 - After 'The Right Detour'

“Captain Magnus, I know this is going to sound bad, but I need to start a Tribunal.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Enalia knew the Artan family would never be the same again just based on Magnus’ reaction to it.

Even over the comm channel, the normally unflappable man had balked at the word before calming himself and leaning back in his chair. “I assume this has to do with your mother.”

Enalia nodded. “You assume correctly. If she keeps on this path, she’s going to tear the family apart. I want to remove her power so that I can change the rules of the family a bit. I refuse to be a baby factory for her just so she can raise another messed up child. Instead, I’d rather name a successor.”

“That… Actually sounds reasonable. Almost all the other families are doing that these days anyway.” Magnus steepled his hands in front of him in contemplation. “Do you have someone in mind as your successor though?”

Enalia let one corner of her mouth come up in a slight hint of a grin. “Officially, no. But we both know someone that’s been training for a similar role all her life and that I think the entire family should be quite happy with. When she’s ready and willing, the position would be ready for her.”

With that much of a hint, he knew exactly who she was talking about. “Hmmm… Definitely want to keep that secret…” He’d have to push his own retirement back if they succeeded, but for his own daughter to take the head of the Artan family? That would take a lot of strain off of him even still.

Magnus sighed and let his hands drop to his sides. “Ok, send me the details and I’ll start the process. I’ll need a couple of the Baronesses to approve of the proceedings to start with, so that might take some time.”

Enalia let herself grin at this point. “Already ahead of you on that. I’ve named one of my crew a Baroness fifth class and taken them to the black market auctions at Tortuga. They got us out of there amazingly well. She’s the daughter of a Romulan smuggler we used to work with. With her and Schwein, we have our two. As for the data, I’ll send it to you on the usual back channels.”

The gruff man raised an eyebrow. “You know the others will question your motives for making her a Baroness, right? You’d better have an airtight alibi for it.”

“I do. She needed non-Starfleet ID to get into the auction and she’d earned the rank in my eyes, so I gave it to her as head of the Artan family. If anyone questions that, I’ll deal with them in traditional manner.” Enalia grinned wider, that piratical gleam having returned to her eyes.

Magnus chuckled softly.”Then I’ll quash any voices of dissent that may arise and proceed with matters. Live Free, my Queen.”

“Live Free, Captain.” With that, Enalia closed the channel and leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed, hoping this would somehow solve her issues with her mother. She’d probably still have to kill her, but this would at the very least delay the process.