No one seemed to want to do anything about it, and the unfairness of it all just set something off in Cliff.
Notes: Written for the LJ interests challenge, this one was for Cliff. Hey, Quark had to come from somewhere right?
During primary education they'd been allowed to take a course on history that was taught by a retired Federation officer. The man had always smiled, and Cliff never got over the belief that his face was permanently fixed into that smile. The class itself was a joke. It should've been called "Federation Propaganda 101."
Which was why he'd agreed with his work group when they decided to do a presentation on one of the many worlds the Federation had screwed over. Just something smartass they could do to ruffle the ever-smiling teacher's feathers a little. It was a flawless presentation too, they'd really studied up on the agreement between the Federation and AF36789, or planet Lucidia.
They'd been failed for it of course, but they hadn't really expected anything more from that class. The group had laughed and gone on without another thought to the incident. Everyone but Cliff.
It hadn't seemed fair to him. Not the class thing, but the planet thing. The Federation had taken advantage of an underdeveloped planet to get a valuable mineral source. They used Lucidia's ignorance and isolation against them, and there was no one to call the Federation on it.
It left Cliff with the lingering feeling that someone should do something about it.