Ambassador Tedran Sagan

From Station

Federation Ambassador to the Delta Quadrant

By Caroline Post

Walking into Ambassador Tedran Sagin's quarters, where our interview was held, was somewhat like it might have been to walk into the tent of an Arabian sheik on old Earth 800 years past. Even his greeting, "Welcome to my home. Its pleasures are yours to enjoy while you're here," was something a romantic might dream a sheik would say. The ambassador has removed the Starfleet-issue furniture and replaced it with a woven rug of great beauty and charm, topped by a large variety of colored pillows in many sizes. There were no diaphanous hangings from the walls, but my mind could picture them there.

I asked Sagin about his choice of decor. "You can take the man out of Argelius," he said, "but you can't take Argelius out of the man . . . Most furniture is so . . . what is the word? Rigid and confining. I require more festive surroundings. It's such a stark contrast to my profession."

Ambassador Sagin, himself, was as suave and urbane as one would expect a representative of the Federation to be. He looked every inch an important diplomat in his green silk robe, and his charming manner matched his reputation as one of the Federation's best negotiators. I can see how difficult it would be to refuse him if he offered a viable compromise to a tense situation.

It seemed to me that diplomacy would be rather rigid and confining, and when I questioned him about it, the ambassador agreed, in a way. "I find the task of most any profession to be rigid and confining. It is the hallmark of the Argelian people that we eschew professional responsibility in favor of a life of enlightenment and pleasure-seeking. . . there are some facets of diplomacy that I find confining. There are moments when you have to walk away from the negotiating table with your principles intact, but with your mission unaccomplished."

He was thoughtful for a moment as I asked him if principles were more important than achieving, for instance, a trade treaty. His answer seemed almost angry. "Ultimately, yes. After all, I'm here to sell the United Federation of Planets, not a gently used freighter." He pointed out that a reporter hears many interesting stories off-record that we can never print. I think perhaps the Ambassador has, a time or two, had to close treaties with which he might not have entirely been happy, but he has done the job the Federation required.

I turned the questions to the duties Sagin foresees on Kepler. ". . . this is the first time since the Federation was formed that we've made such significant advances in our exploration of the galaxy. . . My role here is to represent the Federation to any governments who are interested in joining our cause."

Finally, I wondered aloud why he'd agreed to duty on Kepler, a station that would surely prove somewhat confining. Ambassador Sagin replied, "I sometimes find clothes confining, yet I still wear them." His answer caused me to smile, feeling some sympathy with his position. He added, more seriously, ". . . On occasion, I will travel to the star systems in the region when my presence is warranted, so . . . [I] won't be chained to a desk all the time."

I have no difficulty imagining that wherever Ambassador Tedran Sagin goes, he will represent the Federation well, and negotiate for them fairly and with great success. I wish him many journeys to interested civilizations in the Delta Quadrant.