The Measure of Power
Posted on Wed Aug 20th, 2025 @ 3:10am by Commodore S'thenosis Gorgox
Edited on on Thu Aug 21st, 2025 @ 1:38am
976 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Character Development
Location: USS Sunfire
Timeline: On the way back to DS9
The silence of Commodore S’thenosis Gorgox’s quarters was not absence, but presence. The muted hum of the Sunfire’s warp core pressed faintly through the bulkheads, the heartbeat of the vessel in constant rhythm. Around her, shelves of law tomes—some digital, others heavy printed volumes—lined the walls in neat, geometric order. The Commodore sat in meditation posture, a single volume opened across her knees.
Her eyes scanned the page with that meticulous, mechanical rhythm her colleagues had once called unnerving. Tonight, it was the Treatise on Interstellar Arbitration, Volume IV, a Federation-printed update that had been revised, appended, reworded countless times since its inception. She had read it more times than she could count. Yet there was always a phrase, an inflection, a precedent that might reveal itself differently in the changing contexts of history.
Her gaze paused.
“In disputes between sovereign powers, the oaths binding warring states may yet become chains that bind them together. Such bonds, once invoked, are as sacred as any contract of alliance.”
The words stirred something long buried. A memory rose unbidden, sharp and unrelenting.
The chamber.
The echo.
The eyes of Klingon and Romulan bearing down upon her.
S’thenosis allowed herself a single breath, calm and centering, before she let the memory take her.
The chamber was vast and hollow, a cathedral of polished stone and duranium. Its arches swept high overhead, designed less for comfort than for intimidation, a neutral starbase built during the tense years before the Dominion War. Every sound—footsteps, coughs, the rustle of robes—resonated in the vaulted space, amplifying unease.
At the chamber’s center stood a long crescent-shaped table. On the left, draped in crimson and black, the Klingon delegation loomed: warriors in full battle sashes, their weapons conspicuously peace-bonded but no less menacing for it. At their head was General K’Vok, son of Morath, broad-shouldered, hair threaded with silver. His single good eye burned with pride; the other was marked by a jagged scar, a token from some forgotten duel. He leaned forward even before proceedings began, as though preparing to shout.
On the right, precise and austere, the Romulan delegation radiated cold contempt. Robes of deep green shimmered with gold accents. Their leader, Senator Taleris tr’Vorrak, sat poised, his thin lips curved into the faintest smile that was neither friendly nor sincere. His fingers steepled lightly as if he were already calculating victory, the chamber merely a formality. His eyes—piercing, unreadable—never left the Klingons, save to occasionally flick toward S’thenosis with a mocking glimmer.
Behind them, Federation Admirals filled the observer’s tier. Men and women who had seen too many wars in too few years. Their faces were grim, etched with worry. To them, this arbitration was a fragile bridge across a chasm: one wrong step, and war would erupt anew between the Klingon Empire and the Romulan Star Empire. A war Starfleet could not afford.
And in the center, elevated above both delegations, stood Commodore S’thenosis Gorgox, arbiter of law.
Her posture was precise, her robes severe in their Vulcan lines though she was no Vulcan. Her gaze swept the chamber, cool and dissecting, resting on no one yet seeing all. Where others might begin with pleasantries, she began with silence, letting the weight of her presence sink in.
When she finally spoke, her voice carried like a blade unsheathed.
“Let the record reflect,” she intoned, “that the Klingon Empire and the Romulan Star Empire stand here today in the presence of Federation arbiters, summoned to address the violations of ceasefire accords in the territories bordering Narendra and Khitomer. Both empires assert claims of aggression. Both accuse the other of dishonor, deceit, and violation of treaty.”
General K’Vok slammed a fist on the table, rattling cups. “We do not accuse, Arbiter. We proclaim! The Romulans struck first, as they always do—like thieves in the night!”
A soft chuckle rippled from Senator Taleris. “How quaint. A Klingon calling anyone a thief. Your ships crossed the Neutral Zone under cover of cloak and engaged in raids. The evidence is irrefutable.”
“Lies!” K’Vok roared. “Klingon honor—”
“—is a convenient fiction when exposed to fact,” Taleris interrupted smoothly.
The chamber trembled with tension. Admirals shifted uneasily, prepared to intervene.
S’thenosis raised a single hand. Silence followed like gravity.
“You will both refrain,” she said, her voice unyielding. “This is not a stage for posturing. This is a court of arbitration under Federation law, and I am its voice. Your bluster serves nothing here.”
Her gaze cut between them. “Know this before we proceed: the question before us is not merely which side bears guilt. The question is whether either empire stands innocent at all.”
A stir rippled through the chamber. The Klingon guards bristled; Romulan aides whispered uneasily.
Senator Taleris narrowed his eyes. “Surely, Commodore, you do not mean to suggest—”
“I suggest nothing,” she said, her tone like obsidian. “I declare. Both the Klingon Empire and the Romulan Star Empire stand accused this day. And before this tribunal concludes, I will show you why.”
The words fell like stones into water. Shocked murmurs rose, echoing against the stone arches. Admirals leaned forward, eyes sharp with sudden interest.
General K’Vok half-rose from his chair, fury etched in every line of his scarred face. “You dare—”
“Sit.” The single word cracked like a whip.
K’Vok froze, then lowered himself slowly, glowering.
S’thenosis folded her hands across the table before her, her expression unreadable.
“Proceedings begin not with defense,” she declared, “but with guilt. And when we adjourn, neither empire will leave untouched by judgment.”
The chamber stilled to a taut silence, the weight of her words pressing down on all present.
And so the trial began.
TBC
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