To say that it had been a stressful day for a chunk of the Enterprise crew would be something of an understatement. Fortunately for herself, that chunk didn't include her. No, the onerous of stress wasn't on her shoulders.
The doors to her office / quarters opened allowing a slightly ruffled looking andorian in.
"Afternoon, captain. I take it by your fluster that things aren't going particularly well?"
The other woman scowled slightly in a humorous and somewhat cute fashion. "No, and you damn well know that."
"Indeed." She lifted her cup of tea from the desk and took a sip, lapsing into a stereotypically British role of idle amusement. "But why don't you tell me about it anyways?"
"First contact is a bust." She stated as she began pacing the office. "Sure, everything started out well. Exchanging of ideas on culture, science, history... the usual. Then our respective delegations took a break to absorbing the gained information and organize our follow ups."
"And then the fire nation attacked?"
The Andorian woman ceased her pacing and glanced and her. "The what?"
"Sorry. Old Earth meme. Continue."
The captain shook her head slightly. "Right, well. When the contact proceeded they were on the offensive. Going on about our lack of understanding and appreciating about genetics and how we were speiciest against races who had engineered themselves. The tirade lasted for awhile before they kicked us out. A proper diplomatic team might be able to smooth things over, but we're definitely on the back foot here and it's out of my hands now."
"And?" She gestured slightly with her teacup.
"And. It was clearly a Cardassian ploy."
That, that earned a grin. "Oh? Are you sure you're not being unreasonably paranoid?"
"No, I'm being properly paranoid, thank you."
"Well. If it was a Carassian ploy, how would it have been done?"
She paused in thought for a moment. "There's communications traffic to the planet from various satellites in the system. The Cardassians could have passed along information they knew would irritate them mid contact."
"Mm. That's certainly one way, and not unreasonable. Go on."
"I suppose they could have already been here? Maybe made a contact in the diplomatic team? Bribes or just convincing them that they were right... if they passed on some information they knew would upset them and asked them to make sure the proceedings didn't go well..."
"Another not entirely unreasonable guess. This is the space between our spheres of influence, after all. History and general data of Starfleet, the Federation, and the members arn't exactly state secrets. It's entirely possible the Cardasians can, and will, have already seeded various stumbling blocks where they can."
"Not really helpful. I'd have to assume that any first contact that the Cardasians may have gotten there first and have planted something from Federation history that would set the race in question off."
"True. But you're in a better spot if you're not blindsided by it. You'd have to run any crew that might be handling such first contacts through some of the things in our histories that might be able to be twisted against us with the right spin. You have fairly good diplomats. If they're prepared ahead of time they should have a good shot at mitigating such spins."
"Yeah. I guess that's true. If they want to sabotage our efforts..."
"Poison the well that makes the Federation look so good. If something looks too good to be true, people will be looking for the other hand. Doesn't take much to tailor something that a race would find questionable and give it the right spin to blow up in our faces. Remember, sabotage isn't just bombs and stealing information. Hearts and minds is a potent weapon as well. Hearts and minds."
"I'll have some of the crew work on drawing something up so we're all familiar with areas of our various histories that stand out. This was...a productive lesson." A confident grin was offered.
"Mm. You're a quick student." A sly grin was returned.
"I'll have the crew members that were helping out in this... what did you call it?"
The grin twisted into genuine amusement. "Well. On Earth, it was a hobby known as "Live Action Roleplay" but I think we might be better served just calling it a tactical simulation."
"Right. Is my spy master free to eat?"
"Not a spy master, Captain. Just a humble, lowly Ensign. You shame me with such accusations. That said, I do find myself feeling a bit peckish..."
Nash did everything short of rolling her eyes.
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She reflected later, after dinner, that everything was going rather well. The crew was in general becoming somewhat indoctrinated into having some degree of espionage awareness beat into their heads and the good Captain would soon be at the point where she could point to a nacel giving off an odd energy reading and come up with 17 ways it could be a Cardassian plot, and 9 ways they could have pulled it off.
She enjoyed such sharp minds, and quite understood the draw of the good captain. Perhaps she should show her the various stories she'd inspired amongst the Romulans? Or perhaps better still, the Cardassian equivalent she'd had to trade a particularly juicy piece of information to an Orion official to get a copy of...