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I can just imagine the Sydraxians milling restlessly around their unfinished colony, waiting for someone to do something. Every couple of days, a team of Starfleet officers beam down with a load of food and medicine before vanishing wordlessly.
Sydraxian: please, allow our kin to rescue us! I'm sure they'd be willing to send an unarmed transport!
Starfleet officer: ....
Sydraxian: damnit, at this point we'd happily surrender ourselves to your custody, just to get out of here!
Starfleet officer: ...
Sydraxian: CAN YOU AT LEAST ANSWER ME?
Starfleet officer: pulls out a copy of the Treaty of Celos and highlights clause b subsection d with a sad shake of the head.
Sydraxian: please, allow our kin to rescue us! I'm sure they'd be willing to send an unarmed transport!
Starfleet officer: ....
Sydraxian: damnit, at this point we'd happily surrender ourselves to your custody, just to get out of here!
Starfleet officer: ...
Sydraxian: CAN YOU AT LEAST ANSWER ME?
Starfleet officer: pulls out a copy of the Treaty of Celos and highlights clause b subsection d with a sad shake of the head.