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Federation political prisons are not particularly uncomfortable. She's not going anywhere, but she can read, she's considering taking up an instrument, the only really awkward thing is that she doesn't particularly want to be supervised while she's sweating her way through her next pon farr one way or another but that's years off. That and she wishes she'd taken longer to get caught. But she was running out of the really low-hanging fruit anyway.
This is what she signed up for. She makes up imaginary profiles of people on the planets she got to, people who can live longer fuller lives with the stars in reach, one per day. One per day and she'll have loads of estimated impact left unused when she dies. Perfectly reasonable tradeoff and she can still read books.
Someone wants to interview her about Vulcan; they don't want to lose anything that anybody remembers; she gives the interview and then picks up some poetry.
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warpfairy
The Starfleet people could go and meet them. That'd be interesting.
Fëanáro doesn't know if it'd be good but it'd be really funny.
subtly_artistic
Bella doesn't think it'd be funny.
(The Starfleet people are confused.)
(The Starfleet people are confused.)
"The gods might send you home," he says. "They can be awful and mean; that's why we left. And they might change things so it's harder for other people to leave which would be bad. But I feel like if all that weren't true and you could just go walk through Tirion and then meet them, they'd be delighted, and it'd be lovely."
subtly_artistic
"Yes, well, it would still be problematic under the current conditions."
"I know." He pouts.
Back to Japanese?
warpfairy
The linguist is all for it.
Eventually the Starfleet ship goes away. It is expected to come back later with an actual ambassador.
Eventually the Starfleet ship goes away. It is expected to come back later with an actual ambassador.
"That went well," Fëanáro says cheerily.
"Why not?"
subtly_artistic
"It'll sound really weird to the locals and they might want to go investigate and we can't exactly just tell them where Valinor is."
warpfairy
"Warp doesn't have gods," T'Mir reminds him. "It probably sounded to him like there's a powerful species oppressing some Quendi somewhere and it won't be at all obvious that they're doing it with godlike power instead of by tricking you into thinking they have it."
"Oh. Okay. Would that be a thing they'd try to stop?"
warpfairy
"Well, the Quendi are technically pre-warp and so are the Valar, but they might want to observe. Especially since Valinor is in contact with," she gestures at the Prometheus, "a warp-capable civilization."
"And they can't go observe, and they might get suspicious when we don't say where Valinor is?"
warpfairy
"Yeah. They won't know why we're letting them know where we are and not where you came from. Or where 'Bella's species' came from."
"...once they know we have instantaneous travel, we can just say that it's in another galaxy. They can't check that."
"But they haven't figured that out yet? Have they?"
warpfairy
"Transporter technology does something a lot like teleportation. It takes a few seconds and it's tricky to do and it's visible and audible and it's shorter range, but so far they aren't sure that we don't just have a cleaner version of that."
"With a range of galaxies," Fëanáro says with satisfaction.