Pol Chella - So Much Wynning

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@Karrod Niac writing for Vailani's mother is truly horrifying and funny. There are too many questionable parents on the Ronin character background roster 😂. I'm fascinated and appalled by how ridiculous it is. 

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((Public Broadcast Center Three, Jalanda City, Bajor))

Pol Chella was in her element as she hammered away at the increasingly flummoxed looking Federation representative who'd been foolish enough to come onto her show.  

Pol:  And do you attribute this Changling takeover of Starfleet Command to the Federations laughably lax immigration laws or just to general incompetence and corruption within the organization?  

Ambassador Archibald Buford the Third affected his most disarming smile and tried not to let his eye twitch.  With Deep Space Thirty Three currently unavailable he'd been asked by the Federation Diplomatic Corp to do some good will work in the surrounding regions, to reassure Federation allies and generally to fly the flag a bit, all in the interests of maintaining good relations.  He'd assured his superiors it would be a simple matter, one he could do with trivial ease.  He imagined his biggest difficulty would be overcoming the recent loss of his wardrobe in the skirmish at the station.

He could feel the cameras upon him as he tried to formulate a response that would satisfy, gesticulating with his hands as if to pantomime things being in motion.

Buford:  That's a great question Chella....can I call you Chella?  Of course, yes, you see, recent...challenges...within the Federation have certainly given our friends...that's you, of course, and all Bajorans...yes...certainly all of them...reason...good reason...to want to assure yourselves...and that is why I'm here...to...assure...all of you.  Which I'm doing.....and I think it's...

She dove in for the kill like a razorhawk, grinning at the meal to come.  

Pol:  A vapid, timid response completely devoid of substance or meaning.  But that's what we've come to expect from our...::rolling her eyes dramatically, she dragged out each word that followed::...valued friends and allies the Federation.  You really are the perfect representative, Ambassador, thank you for joining us this today.  

Buford:  It's...yes...thrilling experience...I'm sure...

She turned towards the cameras, the sweaty Ambassador instantly dismissed from her mind.  Her voice was soft but insistent, demanding.  Her tone was that of someone used to giving orders and having them followed without question.

Pol:  To all of you watching in your homes and to all the children of Bajor who wander the stars, I ask you, as I always ask you, to think of the four W's.  What.  Would.  Wynn.  Want?  

She cast a derisive, accusatory finger towards the Ambassador.  

Pol:  Would Kai Wynn want us allied with such a meandering, directionless people?  No!  Would Kai Wynn have wanted this kind of snake into her bed, and the beds of All True Bajorans?!  No!  Kai Wynn warned us of the danger the Federation represented years ago and they have held us back at every turn and told us it was for our own good!  Would Kai Wynn have accepted that?  NO!  And neither should you!  Tune in tomorrow when we welcome an up and coming Federation Presidential candidate Rhomp from the Pakled Party, who claim they're going to Make the Federation Go Again!  I really think they can do it folks and I'm sure you'll think so too.  Join us every day here on Pakloo & Pals with your host, Pol Chella, giving you the only opinions you need on the topics you don't want to think about.  

Her producer signaled a four second countdown and then the cameras were off.  She was out of her seat and accepting a triple jumjafruit latte from one of her useless assistants without even glancing at her a second later.  

Pol:  How's my schedule for the rest of the day looking?

Tuxo:  Uh you have the meeting with the station director in an hour, you've rescheduled it three times.  

Chella sighed theatrically as she rounded the rear corner of the newsroom set and stalked towards her dressing room and personal sanctum.  She needed to spend some time conversing with the Prophets to clear her mind.  

Pol:  Just cancel it, I don't want to talk to him anyway.  In fact, cancel all my appointments this afternoon, I intend to spend my time in reflective prayer, seeking the wisdom of the Prophets...::she thought of the mealy mouth ambassador and shivered::...we desperately need it.  

Tuxo Rais blanched, wondering again which of the Prophets she'd personally angered to end up working for such a terrifying media personality.  

Tuxo:  There's just one thing, ma'am, that...uh..technically you can't cancel.  Your daughter is arriving at the transport center in...eleven minutes.  I have a floater waiting to take you over in one of the private bays.  

Pol Chella stopped in her tracks, annoyed to have forgotten and even more annoyed that once again, Tovan's daughter was causing her such irritation.  As she often did.  

Pol:  The sacrifices I make for...family. Make sure my security detail is present, you know how I hate to mingle with the...masses.  

With a huff she turned towards the private lift, her assistant completely forgotten and just barely in keeping up.

((Ten minutes later, Transportation Hub A-29, Jalanda City, Bajor))

Standing within the pocket of calm created for her by a small squadron of highly paid private security officers, Chella ignored the people streaming around them like river water deflected by rocks, searching the faces of the crowd for one that could only ever remind her of Tovan.  

The miserable old bastard.  He'd dragged her and their children across the quadrant and back a dozen times as he chased fight after fight for the Federation, abandoning the immediate needs of his people and that of their family out of his misguided sense of duty.  It had broken their family and ruined her relationships with her children, who had all abandoned Bajor...abandoned her...by joining Starfleet itself.  Each still chasing their father around the stars, far from the eyes of the Prophets.  

So she'd taken her ample time and re-devoted herself to her faith and, of course, to its most fervent defender...Kai Wynn.  The woman had been a true patriot for Bajor, someone who tirelessly struggled to protect a barely recovered Bajor from its own worst instincts.  Her death had been a blow but, like so many other things, the Emissary's death had all but erased that moment from her people's collective memory.  

That was something she'd fight to change.  

At last she saw her, pulling along some terrified looking blue girl wearing a hood that looked far too much like a Vedeks cowl to be respectful.  She tutted loudly and began walking, her security none to gently enforcing a perimeter around her.  She whistled loudly enough for several people nearby to flinch and pitched her voice to carry over the din of the crowd.  

Pol: Zo....YA...ra!  

The bedraggled looking traveling duo detached themselves from the crowd and stepped within the ring created by her security.  In Zoyara's eyes...in her nose...her cheekbones...in everywhere Chella looked all she could see was Tovan.  It immediately turned her already sour mood that much more bitter.  

Pol:  Well you certainly took your time getting here.  Do you know how long I've been waiting?  You know how busy my schedule is.  Who's this...person...and why does she look like she just saw a pah-wraith?  

Vailani: Response

Sadar: It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Pol. I consider your daughter a close friend.

She felt herself sneer reflexively.  

Pol:  Well that's a disappointment.  But it seems like my day is bound to be full of them.  Come Zo, I need to work on a piece when we get to the floater.  What do you think sounds better - "Starfleet - Corrupt & Useless or Starfleet:  Worthlessly Corrupt?"  

Vailani: Response

Sadar: ::awkward shuffling:: Umm... I-It’s very crowded here, m-maybe we should find somewhere, uhh... Less so, to talk?

Chella realized the blue one was still trailing after them.  

Pol:  Oh, you...yes, I suppose you can come as well, but do try to keep up, I don't have time for dawdlers.  And neither should you, Zo, I taught you that.  Anything that makes you lag behind should be left behind.  Or did you forget that on your starship?  

Vailani/Sadar: Response

She lead them out of the transport station and towards the nearby floater bays, more security ringing her vehicle as her daughter prattled on about something.  

Pol:  Wynn protect us all from that Federation, Zo.  If my sources are to be believed they got infiltrated by Changlings and assaulted by the Borg on the same day!  Absolutely incompetent, the lot of them.  

Vailani/Sadar: Response

[Tags/TBC!]

((OOC:  Many apologies for my slow response on this one, I hope it was worth the wait!))

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Ambassador Archibald Samuel Buford The Third
Federation Diplomatic Service
Deep Space Thirty Three

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Pol Chella
Talk Show Host, Pakloo & Pals 

True Daughter of Bajor
Formerly
Vailani Pol Chella
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[Karrod Niac]

My sincere thanks to @LuxaLorana, who I'm sure regrets giving me this opportunity.  Remember folks, vote Pakled Party this space-vember.  Make The Federation Go Again!  

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