Title: untitled drabble #59
Pairing(s) Character(s): Ancient!John, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagen
Spoilers Warnings: S3 in t AJ 'Verse, after "Imperator," but before "Daemones"
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I don't even own the humorous (and legally useless) disclaimer you're reading now.
Summary The Pegasus Confederacy is building.
Notes: One way I might've started the next installment. But it was too... funny... for what I was going for. I think.
An Ancient!John Drabble
"We the lifeforms of the United Federation of Planets determined to save succeeding generations from the scourge of war, and to reaffirm faith in the fundamental rights of sentient beings, in the dignity and worth of all lifeforms, in the equal rights of members of planetary systems large and small, and to establish conditions under which justice and respect for the obligations arising from treaties and other sources of interstellar law can be maintained, and to promote social progress and better standards of living on all worlds..."
Star Trek: Voyager, "The Void"
Elizabeta sighs, setting down her tablet.
"What appears to be the problem?" Teyla asks, looking away from her own, where she's reading a similar copy of the document that appears to be causing Elizabeta so much misery.
"I just realised why this sounds familiar."
"Is it not intended to be based on the foundational treaty of your planet's United Nations?"
"Yes, but more than that, this is almost a word-for-word copy of the charter of the United Federation of Planets, which itself is based on the United Nations Charter."
"I was not aware your galaxy had a coalition of planets such as we are seeking to form."
"We don't - it's from Star Trek."
Iohannes feels both women turn to favour him with looks of varying levels of exasperation from across the Conference Room, but does his utmost best to ignore them. They are the ones who suggested he draw up a first draft of the treaty that the various delegations will be voting on next month. They never said it had to be original.
"Do you care to explain yourself, Colonel?"
He tries to be strong. He tries to concentrate on his own computer, upon which he is gaily going through the remainder of the UN Charter and replacing the Terra-centric words with more Pegasus-friendly versions, but he's never been able to ignore Elizabeta when her voice holds that level of disappointment. Shout at her, yes, or tiredly explain to her his more... expansive... view of the universe, but never ignore. Iohannes has yet to decide if it's a personal failing of his or a particular skill of hers.
He looks up. "Don't you guys have some saying about reinventing the wheel? Like how you shouldn't try it?"
She sighs again. "If you're not even going to make an effort..."
"This is me making an effort."
"Plagiarising forty-year-old science fiction is hardly what I call making an effort, John."
"First of all," he points out, "the exact wording of the Federation Charter doesn't show up until season seven of Voyager, which only makes it five years old. And, more importantly, Terrans have been copying Alterans for ages, so a little bit of plagiarism now and then on my part is only fair."
"Somehow I doubt their lawyers will feel the same way if they ever find out."
"Oh, you never know. Maybe they'll be honoured."
"Change it," she says archly.