Transformation: Backlash

A lithe man opened the door to the triumvirate’s office and stepped inside. He studied Caitlin and Quinn. With a smirk, he allowed the heavy door to slam shut. The thud shattered the silent room, making the two triumvirs jump in their seats. They looked up at the man with dirty-blond hair as he claimed his desk. “Good morning, Olyver,” Caitlin said as he claimed his desk’s seat. Olyver gave Caitlin a slight dip of his head, “Good morning, Caitlin. I hope you two are doing well.” “What do you want?” Quinn asked as he shoved papers aside. “To bring the two of you to task.” Caitlin slammed her hands onto her desk as she shot to her feet. “You’re out of line—” A whistle echoed through the office as Quinn stared at Caitlin. She stopped talking as she returned to her seat. Quinn’s gaze drifted to Olyver. “The triumvirate agreed that the conversations you’re seeking are best served by open discussion.” “That was the agreement my predecessor made.” Olyver folded his arms across his chest. “We searched for an appropriate time to hold these discussions. However, finding time for those talks has been difficult,” Quinn said. Olyver lifted a finger, keeping Quinn from continuing. After a few moments, he lowered his hand and spoke with clarity. “Quinn, you both outmaneuvered Malark with ease. He lacked the aptitude for a life embroiled in politics.” “We’re trying to lead our people back to the stars,” Caitlin said with a sigh. “We were not trying to outmaneuver your predecessor.” Olyver eyed Caitlin, studying her for a moment. “Your intentions don’t matter. What you’ve done is to keep us from moving forward. If we wait for consensus before designing, we guarantee a death by paralysis. If we begin design now, we give that consensus something real to react to.” “We do understand that,” Quinn said. “Before we colonize another world, we need the laws to govern them determined and codified,” Olyver said as if Quinn hadn’t interrupted him. Caitlin let her eyes flit to Quinn, and she saw his slight nod. She took a deep breath and folded her hands in her lap. “We know that as well, Olyver. But the scope of these conversations required us to shift the discussion to a forum to allow our citizens an opportunity to voice their opinions.” “A delay tactic,” Olyver said with grace despite the nascent snarl. “One the population is growing tired of dealing with.” Caitlin’s mouth parted for a moment before she snapped her lips shut. Her eyes lingered on Olyver for a second before shifting to Quinn. “And what would you suggest, Olyver?” Quinn asked as he lifted a pen from his desk. “For the three of us to have the very discussion you promised my predecessor and his constituents. However, I want more than a debate. I expect to derive a list of requirements for the ships, so that our engineers can start designing them. Also, we will draft the required legislation to guide our fledgling federation...