The Tyrannical Father and The Terrible Mother

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

Your child is lost.

THE TYRANICAL FATHER: 

Do not confuse my ward with yours.

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

My daughter was a singular example of brilliance until one foolish choice doomed her world.
Sound familiar? 

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

If I understand correctly, my ward saw through the man who brought down not just your child, but your empire.
Perhaps best not to make comparisons.

Why have you requested my presence? 

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

You were summoned, Vulcan, for one reason.
I want to help you end this war.

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

The information you provided Michael has already proved valuable.

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

I told her as much as she could handle.
Our daughters are not so unlike after all.
In my world, Qo'noS is little more than a blackened mass of dust.
The Klingons fight for scraps and fear certain death.
But it took a great deal more than a mapping drone in a cave to get there.

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

You assured Michael that your plan would prove effective.
 

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

And it will, momentarily.

But they will regroup.
Their longing to destroy the symbol that is Earth runs far too deep.

What if I could show you how to bring them to their knees once and for all? 

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

The Federation does not subscribe to what I imagine are Terran methods of combat.

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

You face annihilation.
Is it not logical to do anything you can to save the lives of your kind? 

Give me what I want, and I can assure victory for the Federation.
 

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

What are your terms? 

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

Freedom.