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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2007 5:55:33 GMT
OOC: Thank you very much!!
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“I need you to prepare all your evidence concerning your study of the fighter’s AI. You are my star witness and you’ll need to present your evidence and the conclusion in reference to the existence that the AI could influence the crew. Are you up to it?”
He purred softly, nodding to the one that was speaking to him. "Aye sir, I understand what is placed before me. However, depending on how the court will respond to it all, I may have one of the fighter AIs speak for itself. If you may..merr...the one that was causing us such trouble has ascertained sentience, merrow.."
The feline nodded gently as he padded off and quickly to his quarters to gather up a testimony that he intended to use in the case. Sighing gently, he shook his head as his tail finally went limp as if in a defeatist sort of fashion. He felt that the 'enemy' in the case already had the upper hand and he wanted to get at it.
As he finally made his way to his quarters, he let loose a meow, laying down on the bed with a bit of an uncivilized flop. He then reached for a PADD. Upon noting that nothing within it's internal memory was worth keeping, he initialized it, begining to take notes that he hoped would be wholly permissible in the court of law.
He first began to a great note of how the case should be thrown out on grounds of untestable matter - the case is dirty to begin with after all. The mission called for the testing of shuttlecraft that was a registered Federation experiment. This was in clear violation of the Treaty of Algeron that was signed with the Romulan Star Empire. This treaty stressed that Starfleet and the Federation on the whole not use cloaking devices.
Secondly, and possibly more importantly, he explained the case regarding the AI, and his principle of regurgitated code: Ghosts in the System as it was so called. On top of this, he added to this the effects of this aformentioned artificial intelligence. To wit, it caused members of the crew to act largely out of there own personas due to environmental tampering as well as through other means.
Setting down the PADD, the engineering yawned slowly, looking around. He murmmered a moment, thinking if there was anyone he could sucker into a game of Dom-jot or Water Pool. Finding that there was no one, however, he could think of that would go along with. Therefore he moved to the side of his quarters, admiring a piece of furniture that he had proudly brought along with him. It was a pinball table that was made for home distribution many years ago on his species' home planet. It erred on the small side, which allowed for him to keep it well within his quarters. Ironically it had a theme of oblong Federation cutter type craft doing battle with Romulan vessels. He smirked at it, touching the plunger gently.
He smirked to himself, considering it..research.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2007 12:45:53 GMT
When Rankin Fitch and Colonel Stone left, the atmosphere became lighter in the room. "They made you a Commodore already, huh?" he asked Parker.
Straightening his collar in pride, he replied, "Yeah. I have been doing this so long, and on so many ships, StarFleet finally saw to it that my rank reflected my level of work."
It had been around a dozen years prior that Commodore Parker, then Commander Parker, taught Major Bridgeton at law school. "You were just a lieutenant back then. What class was it of mine that I taught you?"
"Alien Rights Litigation," Dunn replied, remembering fondly.
"And now here you are, a Major, prosecuting for StarFleet. You've made well for yourself." His voice portrayed emotion that was very matter-of-fact.
"Thank you," Dunn didn't know what to say.
"The little speech I gave you," he took a drink from his tea, "was mostly for Mr. Fitch's benefit. Anyone with half a brain would not try any nonsense. I've never had the pleasure of entertaining the likes of him so I thought I would let him know the ropes."
"I don't need any special treatment you know." Dunn was serious. He didn't want it to look like he won - he was going to win - on a the wings of his relationship with Parker.
Parker scoffed at the idea, "Don't think you are going to get any, either. My old age has not only bought me wisdom, but it has made me one crude son-of-a-bi"
}Major Dunn, please report to sickbay{
Bridgeton raised his eyebrows. "I guess I'll be seeing you in 10 minutes." He turned to leave.
"Major, don't underestimate your opponent. He may appear new and inexperienced, but sometimes those are the type of advocates that have something to prove. I would keep an open mind about this one."
The Major once again thanks him as he left. Instead of going to sickbay (on the account there were only 10 minutes left in the recess) he sat in a little office prepared for his stay. It was not a place that Dunn could count on being able to hold secret information, but the next conversation was not something that needed hiding.
"Oh, hi Major," John said on the view-screen. "I thought you were at trial right now." He scurried to put down the tea he was drinking and attempted to arrange the PADDs on his desk in a semi-neat fashion.
Major Dunn was not in a happy mood. "BRIGADIER! BRIGADIER! Do you UNDERSTAND how embarrassing that was!?" John fumbled through a bunch of PADDs as Major Bridgeton continued. "It was J'Varr, J'Varr T'Ress that was promoted."
"but but but.." John found a PADD, and held it up to the view-screen. It was quicker than transmitting the data. "It says it right here."
Dunn studied the PADD, the resolution of which was degraded. He started laughing, a bit insanely. "Did you ever think to read the Star Date on that order?" The promotion was to be given at a later date. "Did you ever think the fact that Star Fleet had planned this, but didn't tell anyone, might be a sign or a clue of something? That maybe we should have," he rethought, "no, WOULD have kept this to ourselves." The data could have been valuable had John not slipped. "It says right here," he pointed at the screen, which was no help to John, "that the promotion is still pending! PENDING! He hasn't gotten it yet!"
}Major Bridgeton, did you get lost on your way to sickbay?{
"Hold on John"
}No, Doctor. I had some business to conduct. I'll be there quickly.{
There were only 5 minutes left in the recess. Just enough time to get a scan. Nothing more. Dunn didn't mind doctors. He was probably the first at that.
"Download everything you can into my PADD, serial 49549-393. In 5 minutes halt transmission. We will be starting the trial, and Commodore Parker doesn't want any transmissions during trial."
John was amused, "Professor Parker is the judge?" The old-timer, apparently, was known throughout the quadrant.
"Yes, and he doesn't like false information in his courtroom!" Dunn shot back, and ended transmission. On his way to sickbay, his PADD lit up and started filling with useless looking information. It would be decrypted when they reentered the secret proceedings.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2007 18:56:06 GMT
“Dr van Breughel, I am here for my medical – here are my medical files.” Rankin said passing the Doctor a padd and propping himself up onto a biobed.
Nathan nodded absentmindedly as he received the PADD and stuffed it in a pocked of his coat without so much as looking at it. "Thank you," he murmured as he flipped open his tricorder and pried the scanner from its holder. He wanted this legal person out of his sickbay as soon as he could bonjour him out, and the sooner, the better.
Thoroughly, though swiftly, he contrasted the defense attorney's body with it and glanced at the readings his tricorder produced then fed to the ship's medical database. "You look to be as healthy as can be commander," he finally concluded, forcing himself to smile. "You've got a clean bill of health and may resume your duties."
Minutes after Fitch had left, Dunn finally entered sickbay. "Yook you long enough Major Dunn," Nathan called, beckoning the marine to the bed Fitch had occupied earlier. "We have to be back in court in two minutes. Fortunately for you, this won't take long." ~sadly it won't...because it'd give them more time to prepare~ He thought miserably.
He repeated the procedure he had subjected Fitch to and much to his hidden disappointment, he was forced to give Dunn a clean bill of health too. "I guess I'll see you back in court soon Major Dunn," he added, forcefully cheerful. "Now if only Commodore Parker and Colonel Stone subject themselves to a scan, then we're all home safe. Until they do, I am not authorised to let them wander the ship as they might be a biohazard to this ship for all we know. Our biofilters don't catch everything, hence it's SOP that all new arrivals subject themselves to this simple scan."
Nathan watched Dunn leave, then cleaned up, tossing both PADDs he had received onto his desk for future updating. Now, he felt he wouldn't have the time. One thing was certain, he wasn't looking forward to being questioned. Ever since his divorce and a legal battle concerning his son when the boy was two years old (his ex-husband Paul had come back demanding shared custody, a battle Paul had lost after a long and painful legal procedure), Nathan had a distinct distrust for lawyers, even if he had won sole custody of his son.
Two minutes later, Nathan strolled back into the room, taking his seat in silence without acknowledging the presence of his crewmates. He felt nervous, though he knew he had nothing to be nervous about. The strain just brought back too many bad memories, memories he gladly wanted to forget.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2007 20:19:01 GMT
"You look to be as healthy as can be commander," he finally concluded, forcing himself to smile. "You've got a clean bill of health and may resume your duties."
“Thank you Doctor, its been a pleasure. See you in the conference room.”
Rankin smiled and then left Sickbay passing Major Bridgeton as he went he just nodded in acknowledgement of the Major and made his way back to the Conference room. Rankin still had 5 minutes before the trial would really begin and Bridgeton would make his case. Arriving on the bridge he quickly left and entered the adjoining conference room, he did not want to be seen on the bridge for any longer than necessary. By all accounts he did not wish to impose himself on the Jefferson and her crew, feeling the less they saw him the more comfortable they would be as much as anyone could be when they were on trial.
Returning to his seat, he had been the first to arrive back in the Conference room with little over 5 minutes remaining his palms were beginning to sweat and his heart was racing in anticipation at the challenge that lay ahead. He reviewed his notes as the Jefferson’s crew began to filter back into the Conference room, but mysteriously Bridgeton and Parker had not returned. Rankin felt that the two men had some sort of history but he was confident in the Commodore’s integrity as a StarFleet Officer to be fair and impartial.
Doctor van Breughel entered and made little acknowledgement of his crewmates, this intrigued Rankin as he watched the Doctor closely before Bridgeton entered and the room fell deafly silent. As Bridgeton took up his seat, he repeatedly checked and re-checked his padds, Rankin wondered if the Prosecutor was nervous and what he was checking, probably more information that his staff had transmitted to him during recess. Rankin could not see Lieutenant T’Ress and wondered how the caitain engineer was holding up and coping with the pressure and responsibility Rankin had entrusted to him.
(Tag J’Varr)
As the doors swished open and Commodore Parker entered all the Officers in the room stood up in recognition of his superior rank and position as the judge. Parker sat down at his chair and began the proceedings once more…
“I believe it is time for the Prosecution to call their first witness, Major Bridgeton you have the floor…”
Parker boomed and beckoned the Major to begin.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2007 5:54:25 GMT
J'Varr looked up, having finished a final nap after his 'research' into the ways of pinball. Grabbing his PADDs, he paused a moment. Noticing he still had a few minuets until he was required to move to the trial. Therefore he found himself moving over to his storage bureau, and allowed himself to change into the white colored dress uniforms that had completely replaced the prior ones.
Having cleaned himself up, and combed his fur a bit, the feline purred, picking up each PADD once again so that he would be prepared with his defense at the trial. As he walked into a turbolift, his visage would be one of extreme self-righteousness - he was replacing nervousness with hubris.
However, this could of course be for better or for worse. With the lift doors opening, he walked out and in to stare briefly at those gathered before he respectfully took his seat, smiling in a more genuine fashion. He felt sure that this would turn out to be little more than a routine investigation, though he was prepared to argue (and to argue profusely at that) should it get out of..paw.
Running his own paw slowly over the table, he thought slowly to himself how at times like these it could seem to be a gift to be on a ship with a far less glorious mission. How many times are there investigations of the affairs of beacon repair vessels or garbage scows?
As his mind wandered he started to think about how beacon repair could have been rewarding work as well as a great plaything for an engineer considering the technical skill involved....
He shook his head, suddenly snapping out of the daze, ready once again.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2007 6:10:11 GMT
After offering a quick congratulations to J’Varr, Megan calmly exited the bridge for her quarters. She had paced for a few minutes trying to calm down before her console had beeped signaling an incoming transmission. Wondering who could be contacting her at a time like this, the Lieutenant froze and the color drained from her face when an all too familiar encryption had crossed the screen.
Snapping to attention, Lieutenant Garrett sat calmly before the screen and after passing over a minute of identity verification procedures, a familiar face appeared on the screen. He was an older, yet distinguished Admiral, and his face, though serious, betrayed a level of familiarity and concern. “Garrett.”
“Sir.” Megan responded calmly. The examined each other, neither saying anything for a moment, each determining what the other knew and planned to do. Finally, the Lieutenant spoke again. “You’ve heard what has happened. There is no need for you to intervene. I am willing and able to deal with what comes.”
The act was dropped as the Admiral leaned in closer to the screen. “Megan, this could end your career. I don’t need to hear what happened; I know you well enough to know you are not at fault. All it would take is a few calls to a few people and this could all go away. I’d always liked to think after you got some time on a ship under your belt you’d come back, but if this goes wrong…”
“Admiral…Dave…” Megan had interrupted, using his first name for only the third time in their entire acquaintance. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m not going to hide behind anyone, even myself. I never have, and you know that. I am going to take whatever comes and deal with it in a way befitting a Starfleet officer.”
Admiral LaPage nodded, clearly recognizing her right to make that decision herself. “Now…” Megan had continued, grateful for his agreement. “Has anyone made any attempt to access my record or come close to discovering it?”
“No, of course not.” Dave replied. “The prosecution has been poking around, which is what drew our attention to your current situation. They weren’t close, but we’ve removed your entire record and will keep it removed until this blows over, if not longer. There’s not a chance he will locate it. Although, if we put it back and they were to find it…” the Admiral hinted smiling mischievously.
Megan sighed, giving the older officer a look. “Admiral, I’m not going to use my secondary service to gain any favors. Now I told you I’m going to handle this myself, and I meant that. Thank you once again for your concern and offer of assistance, but it’s neither required nor requested.”
Laughing the Admiral shook his head. “Stubborn as always. Alright, alright, we’ll lay off. I’ll inform May and MaCalaster of your decision, and they’ll respect it. I promise you that.” Hesitating a moment, he smiled slightly at her. “Good luck, Meg. We’ll be thinking of you here.”
Megan made a face at her dreaded nickname causing Admiral LaPage to laugh, before replying. “Thank you, Admiral. I appreciate it. Give my regards to the rest of the team.” she added before closing the channel.
Bolstered by the show of support from her former commanding officer, Megan stood and moved to return to the conference room. Upon arriving, she once again ended up seated next to Major Johnson, who glanced at her as she sat. Sending him a sympathetic smile of encouragement, the Lieutenant quickly returned to her previous stance and waited for the beginning of the trial.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2007 6:23:54 GMT
Cyle had barely moved from his seat during the short recess, having nothing better to do then to wait as his shift was taken over by one of the other marines. 'all my marines trying to give me time off, who knew?' he thought to himself. Cyle watched as Rankin entered and sat down, obviously nervous cause Cyle could see sweat building on the back of his neck, and he kept wiping his palms. When Stone, Parker, and Bridgeton finally entered, Cyle looked up at the judge as he sat and went about his judgly business, Cyle could tell he was a very good judge, one that did his job better then most. 'well at least one of them knows what he actually doing'
Cyle sat near Nathan, who occasionally looked over at him, and then down at his brace where Cyle had written earlier. Cyle tried to keep his mind on the trial, but with a few minutes of silent waiting, he had nothing better to do, other than go over his report in his head.
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Post by stone on Sept 6, 2007 11:15:11 GMT
The promotion ceremony was over quick enough as far as Marshall was concerned. While everyone was giving their congratulations Marshall took a small stroll around the bridge, taking in the view of this spectacular vessel. There was only one other time he had stepped foot on an Intrepid class, he fondly recalled the secret mission that got him there. He quickly let it go as he decided to not head the doctor’s call and instead returned to the conference room.
Marshall did note how Commander Fitch entered the turbolift earlier. He did seem the type that followed instructions almost to the letter as Marshall surmised that he had gone to see the good doctor. Major Bridgeton on the other hand…Marshall had the advantage of knowing him from a couple of assignments way back. The letter of the law was bendable when it came to him. He was going to go for the jugular in these proceedings, Marshall just knew it.
Everyone started to filter back into the conference turned courtroom. The doctor came in and spotted Marshall as he shot over a disapproving look. One of the last persons, or crew members to come in was the Caitian. Marshall had to cover his mouth for fear of showing the smile he had on his face. He had just been promoted and now here he was in full dress whites, as if he was in front of a full tribunal. The young officer had a lot to learn still, provided he still had a career after these proceedings.
Everyone was waiting for Major Bridgeton to call the first witness.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2007 13:27:46 GMT
Dunn cleared his throat. "I would like to call to the stand Major Marshall Stone."
Nobody was surprised. It was not common to go straight for the jugular with the first witness. A court proceeding was a story, a story designed to lull the jury, judge, whomever, into following your line of reasoning. This story needed some preface; what the fighters were, and why they were so important to StarFleet. The answers given to both would open up an obvious avenue of questioning. Bridgeton had to be careful, for he didn't want to open up a similar avenue for the defense.
Major Stone sat at a table to the side of the judge. As an expert witness he was sworn in by the judge, and sat without nervousness as Major Dunn was about to pester him with queries.
The judge dismissed all non-pertinent members. Stone was about to be giving a very low level detailed analysis of the fighters. Only the defense advocate, prosecution, and Colonel Hrisvalar, could stay for Stone's testimony. It took a small amount of time to get started, as Judge Parker wanted to confirm Rankin Fitch's secret qualifications before beginning.
The PADD Dunn had on Major Stone was large. He had a rather distinguished military career. From the time they left secret operations training together, when Dunn went into law and Stone went into more of a tactical role, the Major had accrued a decent record.
The day rolled on. After three hours of questioning, most of the details automatically dictating themselves into both the prosecution's and defense's PADD, those present had a detailed account of the fighters. Questioning ended. Almost.
"Oh, one more thing, Major Stone." Marshall adjusted himself in his seat. He had almost begun to relax. "In your expert opinion, what would you say the chances of the computer systems in all of the fighters becoming sentient, independently, at the same time, are?"
The question was never answered. Stone didn't have the numbers, Commander Fitch argued that the questioning was beyond the realm of Stone's expertise, and the judge thereby ended questioning before Stone could answer. Still, it was a seed Dunn wanted to plant into the judge's mind.
Dunn sat back down. It was his custom to pace a little. Who didn't? Sitting still for hours upon hours was insane.
The PADD in front of him contained three hours of testimony, neatly organized by the internal computer. This information, however, would not leave the proceedings room. He would have to analyze it himself. Not a bad idea anyway, he figured, considering the botched job his staff did earlier.
Judge Parker cleared his throat, "Mr. Fitch, your witness."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2007 9:57:04 GMT
"Mr. Fitch, your witness." Instructed Commodore Parker
Rankin had just sat through 3 hours of testimony from Marshall Stone who was an expert witness but he had also been the investigator a clear conflict of interest in Rankin’s mind. He would seek to exploit this conflict, he also sensed that Marshall and Dunn had some sort of history and perhaps even Judge Parker. Would he bring this to light in his questioning, Parker may react angrily – it may be better to avoid this grey area.
Rising from his chair, he rounded his table and began his questioning of the Colonel. “Colonel what makes you an expert on these fighters?” Rankin asked the question to lull the Colonel into a false sense of security as he explained his role in their creation and design.
“And you also investigated the Jefferson after the destruction of the fighters?” The Colonel nodded silently, “Yes, I was but I fail to see what this has to do with the destruction of the fighters.”, “As do I Commander!” Interrupted Judge Parker.
“My apologies Commodore, I put it to you Colonel that you being both an expert and the investigator was a gross conflict of interest.” Before Colonel Stone could answer Judge Parker halted that line of questioning, giving Rankin a warning for calling into question the integrity of Colonel Stone as a StarFleet officer. It was to be expected but he felt the implication was worth noting.
Rankin began to close after 2 hours of cross examining; “We have already established that in your expert opinion that you cannot rule out the possibility of the fighters having an AI.” Rankin cut off Stone before he could object, “No further questions.”
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Rankin had decided not to push the issue of the relationship between Bridgeton and Parker or Bridgeton and Stone. He was certain the relationships existed but he would not push the point yet, it may become useful later in the proceedings. Rankin waited for Commodore Parker to dismiss Colonel Stone, he wondered who Major Bridgeton would call next...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2007 17:23:11 GMT
"I would like a chance to redirect, if I may." Dunn interjected before Stone could be dismissed. "The defense put forth that the expert witness may be at conflict of interest. I would like an opportunity to impeach those claims."
Judge Parker thought for a minute, then nodded. "Make it quick."
"Yes, sir." He turned directly to Stone. "Did you do the original investigation on the USS Jefferson over the missing ships."
Of course, the answer was "yes". This was purely for Judge Parker's sake, and for the sake of Dunn, who didn't want to see this information come to bite him in the rear later. Better this came out now, when it wasn't going to seem deceptive or scandalous.
"Did you pass any judgment on whether the crew would stand trial, or be punished, for their actions with these fighters?"
"No, I collected the facts." he was notably uncomfortable, because he realized the position he was in. It wasn't an discomfort over guilt. It was an discomfort because he never wanted to do any investigation in the first place. He was the only one available. "Afterward, I recommended that you, Major Bridgeton, take a look at them."
"Did you attempt to sway my decision either way?"
The answer was clearly no.
"I only did the investigation because I was the expert on the fighters. Truthfully, StarFleet did not want more people to know about them than the people that already did."
"So, you are saying there was no conflict. You did not pass judgment, you simply collected the facts, and passed them onto myself and my staff for consideration." Rankin was fidgeting in his seat again, watching his potential coup de grace get washed down the tubes.
"That would be the case."
Major Bridgeton turned to Judge Parker. "That will be all."
The judge dismissed Stone, who nodded in thanks back, and took his seat toward the back of the room.
Bridgeton had a PADD in his hand. During some of the more boring parts of Stone's testimony, during cross examination, he had consolidated all of the information into just a handful of PADDs.
"I would like to call Doctor Nathan Van Breughel to the stand."
Colonel Hrisvalar tapped his combadge, forgetting that all communication devices were deactivated. He proceeded to walk out the door before calling for the Doctor.
Dunn filed his nails again. This wasn't the main catch. The doctor would just be something to make the worm wiggle. That is, the doctor's testimony would lead into questioning the main suspects. Dunn kept that information close to him, even though he did give the Judge and the others a glimpse of who he felt he was going to hang. Figuratively of course.
Commander Fitch was busy flipping through information, trying to reread his interviews with the Doctor, refreshing his memory for the testimony.
Colonel Stone sat in the back, drinking the replicated water that Colonel Hrisvalar brought while he was out of the room.
In walked Nathan, a passive looking man, wide-eyed. He took the stand, clearly distressed at the thought he may be implicating his crew, but also clear was his intent to be honest and truthful. He was the one senior member that really felt that he had done nothing wrong. Nothing that Prosecutor Major Bridgeton would know about, hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2007 19:24:31 GMT
Cyle had perched himself outside of the comference room, for lack of anything better to do. He knew he wouldnt over hear anything, but felt that sooner or later he would called to the stand for testimony, so he thought it best that he stay within the area. For the first few hours he had simply sat still and waited, but the remaining hour before Colonel Stone was dismissed had been an uneasy one. Cyle of course had not known that the Colonel and been dismissed until Zhuk stepped out, not surprised to see Cyle seating against the wall, when Cyle started to get up, the colonel shook his head. "not yet major" he said as he called for the doctor.
Cyle watched as Nathan walked down the hall towards the conference room, glancing down at Cyle on his way. Cyle saw the tension and distress the good doctor tried so hard to hide, Cyle stopped him moment before he entered the conference room, and tapped his arm, indicating the brace ( OOC which i am assuming is still on) that Cyle had written on.
Cyle stood up after the Doctor and Colonel walked into the conference room, and walked around in a circle to get the feeling back into his legs. With a sigh Cyle walked away and headed to Ten-Forward where he sat down with a glass of water.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2007 19:37:38 GMT
Despite the fact that he had nothing to hide and had done nothing wrong, Nathan was probably the most nervous of all. He didn't like courts and he had a clear dislike of lawyers in general. Both lawyers had tried to question him during their physicals, but Nathan had refused to answer any questions, calling upon his right of silence. He paced the room he and the Jefferson senior staff were told to wait in, and someone had jokingly called to him that he was going to wear the carpet thin with his pacing to and fro.
Nathan had offered the person a wry smile, but he couldn't stop pacing. At last someone, he couldn't remember who, had pulled him down into a seat, claiming he was being driven nuts by seeing him walk by every odd second. The doctor had sat, next to Cyle, but in complete silence.
Everyone looked up when Colonel Hrisvalar entered the room and Cyle even got to his feet, apparently assuming he was to be called in next. The Andorian shook his head and beckoned Nathan instead. The Human doctor paled slightly; he hadn't expected to be called upon so soon, especially not by the prosecuting party. He was stalled by the senior marine officer, who tapped his cast in silence. Nathan nodded; he hadn't forgotten. And how could he? The cast was a constant reminder of their previous mission, and as his senior nurse had refused to use a boneknitter to heal the fracture, he was forced to wear this cast for several weeks.
Silently, Nathan followed his commanding officer, refusing to meet his eyes. Tension was visible on his face and he had his hands stuffed in the pockets of the labcoat he was still wearing. ~at least it's clean and ironed~ he thought idle, wondering why he was actually worried about his appearance.
Stiffly, he stepped up to the stand and was sworn in by a court duty officer. "I am Nathan van Breughel, civillian chief medic aboard the USS Jefferson," he stated upon request to do so. He was surprised at how steady his voice sounded. Quietly, he sat down when told to do so and absentmindedly he cradled his injured arm. Something either party was likely to notice. Finding the sudden silence unbearable, Nathan hoped that Dune would not wait too long in firing his questions at him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2007 20:27:42 GMT
Rankin sat in silence as Major Bridgeton re-directed, it was obvious that he would try and dispel the view that Colonel Stone had a clear conflict of interest despite what the Colonel claimed. Rankin was no fool, he knew Starfleet Intelligence and Starfleet Special Operations – Colonel Stone was sent because he was an expert on the fighters and Rankin would not concede otherwise. As Colonel Stone was dismissed, Rankin stared down at his notes waiting to see who Major Bridgeton would call as his next witness.
"I would like to call Doctor Nathan Van Breughel to the stand."
Rankin’s eyes bulged from his head, a curious person to call. The Doctor was one of his defence witnesses, this should be good he thought to himself. With the Doctor being a civilian he was immune to court martial and from the Colonel’s report his conscience was clear. Doctor Van Breughel was in the perfect position to confirm the sudden change in behaviour and attitudes caused to members of the crew after the fighters were tested.
Colonel Hrisvalar led Doctor Nathan van Breughel back into the conference room, the Doctor cut a nervous figure as he entered the room in the Colonel’s tow. His hands were firmly placed in his pockets and he moved stiffly towards the stand. Rankin was curious as to why the Doctor was so nervous, from his notes the Doctor had nothing to answer for… he rechecked his interview with the Doctor and the investigation notes but he found nothing. What was Bridgeton thinking, Rankin thought to himself.
"I am Nathan van Breughel, civillian chief medic aboard the USS Jefferson," Declared the Doc taking the stand.
Rankin watched the Doctor as he cradled his arm, obviously the memories of the injury and the Jefferson’s last mission were returning to him. His cast must have been a constant reminder, Rankin tried to give the Doctor a reassuring nod but he never noticed. Major Bridgeton waited several minutes before beginning and the silence was becoming unbearable for all concerned, perhaps he was trying to let the Doctor stew for a while… before Commodore Parker interjected.
“Well Major Bridgeton… this is your witness?”
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Post by stone on Sept 10, 2007 6:55:12 GMT
Marshall was the first to be called for testimony. It only stood to reason that the prosecutor wanted to establish some background detail on the fighters as it was going to prove essential later on.
For the most part, Marshall was able to give details that were classified but allowed to be submitted for these proceedings. The transcripts of this part of the trial were going to be kept classified just as the original specs of the fighters. Marshall gave details of the composition of the outer hull plating. He was allowed to discuss the weapon’s system that was currently employed, but he knew there was another potential weapon’s system Starfleet had in mind which he was not allowed to mention.
A few hours went by with Marshall concluding with propulsions, shielding, and the newly developed cloaking device that had been installed. Everyone present in the courtroom did not have reason to bring up the current treaties concerning Starfleet’s use of cloaking technology. No, there were provisions within those treaties that did allow their use. Better yet, they were loopholes due to the terminology, or the lack of, such as the word ‘experimental’.
"Oh, one more thing, Major Stone." Marshall adjusted himself in his seat. He had almost begun to relax. "In your expert opinion, what would you say the chances of the computer systems in all of the fighters becoming sentient, independently, at the same time, are?"
Marshall didn’t have that answer and Commander Fitch rose, raising his objection before Marshall had any chance to say anything. Judge Parker sustained after listening to Fitch’s reasoning upon which Major Bridgeton turned Marshall over to him.
The Commander didn’t waste any time. “Colonel what makes you an expert on these fighters?” It was a fair question as Marshall went into the details of how he helped in the consultation of what a new ‘Strike-Fighter’ would and would not need, based on his experiences as not only a special ops marine, but also as a marine fighter pilot.
“And you also investigated the Jefferson after the destruction of the fighters?” The Colonel nodded silently, “Yes, I was but I fail to see what this has to do with the destruction of the fighters.”, “As do I Commander!” Interrupted Judge Parker.
“My apologies Commodore, I put it to you Colonel that you being both an expert and the investigator was a gross conflict of interest.” Before Colonel Stone could answer Judge Parker halted that line of questioning, giving Rankin a warning for calling into question the integrity of Colonel Stone as a Starfleet officer. It was to be expected but he felt the implication was worth noting.
Commander Fitch was done with his questioning, but before Marshall could rise from the Judge’s dismissal, Major Bridgeton wanted a redirect. He simply countered Commander Fitch’s conflict of interest claims with a few more pointed questions. Marshall thought it was smartly done for he was the most experienced person to be investigating these fighters and their mishaps.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Sept 10, 2007 7:35:36 GMT
The examination and cross examination was interesting as Zhukarak was able to gain more knowledge of the experimental fighters. Personally he would love to see them go into production, minus the little AI kink in the system of course. Although it was all of interest, the time spent was draining at the same time.
Colonel Stone had finally been excused with Doctor van Breughel being called as the next witness. Zhuk went to retrieve his chief medical officer who was obviously nervous. Nathan sat in his assigned seat and announced his name and position. Major Bridgeton continued to look at his PADD without making a move as a long silence passed on.
Finally the judge spoke up. “Well Major Bridgeton… this is your witness?”
“Sorry Judge, I was just finalizing my thoughts there for a moment.” The Major placed the PADD back down on his desk and rose, but before he could start with his line of questioning he was halted.
“Actually, I have just finalized a few of my own thoughts too.” Judge Parker looked about the room as everyone was wondering what he was getting at. “Considering that Colonel Stone is technically the only witness with the knowledge of classified material, and that he has already testified in that regard, I have decided…as it is my power to do so…to go ahead and open the rest of these proceedings to all of the witnesses in question. They have a right to be a witness to their own peers, especially if they are to be incriminated by them.”
A look of surprise went around the room. Zhukarak knew what this meant. It was a test, a test of the crew’s ability to speak the truth while they were looking their fellow crewmates in the eye. The same crewmates they would have to accuse of any wrong-doing. This was something that either strengthened a ship, or doomed it forever.
Zhukarak rose once more to retrieve everyone who was outside of the courtroom. Judge Parker gave a short speech about behavior and courtroom protocol, and a reminder to Colonel Stone about discussions of classified material. Major Bridgeton was then allowed to continue with his examination of Nathan.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 10, 2007 17:50:43 GMT
Commodore Henry S. Parker Senior Judge Judge Advocate General's Office
Parker had actually been surprised when he saw Marshall's name on the list. He hadn't seen the man in ages and he would have rather it stayed that way. Parker was not about to say this aloud or allow his personal feelings towards the Colonel to sway his judgement, but he would keep things in perspective.
Parker kept his distance as Colonel Hrisvalar performed his duties as Captain and promoted two of his officers. If Bridgeton had his way everyone on the senior staff would be demoted rather than promoted. When it was all said and done, Parker quietly entered the conference room and prepared to start the proceedings. Before anyone entered, Parker opened his logs and made a note that would most likely shock everyone.
"After the Colonel's testimony all further proceedings will be open to the senior staff," Parker announced," normally cases of this importance are kept closed, but the testimony that we will hear effects everyone involved and I won't have anyone in the dark. I have looked into the matter and there is precedent for this type of thing. Some of my superiors will be infuriated about this, but I will not worry as I'm following the law."
Once everyone had entered the room, he gave the floor to the prosecution. "Major you may begin."
"I would like to call to the stand Major Marshall Stone."
Stone like all marine officers walked with an aura of bravado, pride, and ego. As he took the stand, the courtroom emptied other than himself, the attorneys, and Colonel Hrisvalar. As Bridgeton continued his questioning, Parker found himself bored with the excessive details of the fighters. All the techniqual data was overwhelming to the old man and was sleep would have surely overtaken him if he hadn't heard this question.
"Oh, one more thing, Major Stone." Marshall adjusted himself in his seat. He had almost begun to relax. "In your expert opinion, what would you say the chances of the computer systems in all of the fighters becoming sentient, independently, at the same time, are?"
When no answer was forthcoming, Parker quickly stopped that line of questioning and the defense got to ask their questions which were much less descriptive than the proseuctions. Every now and then, Parker would have to stop Fitch's line of questioning, but most of it was relevant to the case.
“We have already established that in your expert opinion that you cannot rule out the possibility of the fighters having an AI.” Rankin cut off Stone before he could object, “No further questions.”
"Colonel Stone, you have the courts thanks. The witness is...." Parker said politely but was cutoff by Bridgestone.
"I would like a chance to redirect, if I may." Dunn interjected before Stone could be dismissed. "The defense put forth that the expert witness may be at conflict of interest. I would like an opportunity to impeach those claims."
Parker thought for a minute, then nodded. "Make it quick." Parker was ready for Stone to get off the stand. Both teams had been questioning for over five hours, but nevertheless he listened with interest.
"I would like to call Doctor Nathan Van Breughel to the stand."
This in itself was no problem except that everyone seemed to forget that for the last five hours the comm system in the room had been offline.
"Colonel could you please retrieve your medical officer," Parker said as he tried to find the words for his announcement. It didn't take long for the civilian doctor to arrive who was noticably nervous.
"Doctor, please take your seat and give your rank, name and position," Parker said which was then done almost instantly.
“Well Major Bridgeton… this is your witness?”
“Sorry Judge, I was just finalizing my thoughts there for a moment.” The Major placed the PADD back down on his desk and rose, but before he could start with his line of questioning he was halted.
“Actually, I have just finalized a few of my own thoughts too.” Judge Parker looked about the room as everyone was wondering what he was getting at. “Considering that Colonel Stone is technically the only witness with the knowledge of classified material, and that he has already testified in that regard, I have decided…as it is my power to do so…to go ahead and open the rest of these proceedings to all of the witnesses in question. They have a right to be a witness to their own peers, especially if they are to be incriminated by them.”
He saw the surprised look on everyone's faces and then continued.
"Could all senior staff, please report to the conference room," Parker said through his commbadge and asked the Major to begin with the doctor.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2007 19:18:57 GMT
He saw the surprised look on everyone's faces and then continued.
"Could all senior staff, please report to the conference room," Parker said through his combadge and asked the Major to begin with the doctor.
The Caitian looked up at this, finally having returned to engineering. He was in a full engineer's work jumpsuit, and was hardly in the mood thus to make the difficult process of changing out of this and into a full dress uniform.
Never the less he turned into the turbolift, requesting the deck which held his quarters on it.
Exiting the aformentioned lift, he walked out and soon arrived at his quarters. Taking a bit of time to change and get properly groomed for the occasion, he once more stepped into the turbolift.
As usual, he carried the PADD that made him feel so greatly self-righteous within himself as he did so. Looking about once again, he grumbled, feeling the entire investigation was rather foolish.
Storming into the conference room, he glared darkly at Commodore Parker. "Murrr, no sir, the Doctor will not be next. I have a declaration of evidence that so far has been withheld! Therefore, I demand," he said as he waved the PADD over his head, "that I be allowed to speak and testify this moment. Hold me in contempt of court if you will, but this information cannot wait!"
Huffing fiercely, a bit of saliva hung off his left upper fang as his maw opened.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 10, 2007 20:03:17 GMT
Commodore Henry S. Parker Senior Judge Judge Advocate General's Office"Colonel Hrisvalar you are hereby ordered to place Lieutenant Junior Grade J'Varr T'Ress under arrest, I want him out of this courtroom immediately," Parker said looking at both the Colonel and his senior staff with disgust. No one wanted to be here, but he would be damned if anyone disrespected the court.
"Lieutenant are you an idiot or just plain stupid?" Parker said as the Caitian was approached by his superior," in all my years of service to the court I have never seen such disrespect. By this time tomorrow you'll be a crewmen."
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"The proceedings are finished for today," Parker said as he pounded his gavel,"Commander Matthew Reynolds, I'll meet you and Colonel Hrisvalar in the brig where we will have a conversation with that big stupid cat.""Sir, do not disrespect my officers!" Matt cursing angrily. It was a stupid move, but he wouldn't allow anyone even a Commodore to insult the people under him. "Commander, if you disrespect me one more time, I'll see to it that you never get a command," Parker said fleeing confident with the threat," by the way I wouldn't refer anyone with that type of language. After all I have met the women in your family."
If he hadn't been tackled by both Colonel Stone, and Commander Fitch, Matt would have beaten him senseless. With much effort both men dragged Matt out of the conference room.
"I suppose that I'll be meeting with Colonel Hrisvalar myself," Parker said as he straightened his uniform and headed towards the brig.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2007 3:32:10 GMT
Sitting on the other side of the door to the makeshift courtroom had been torture. Megan was not used to having nothing to do but think nor was she accustomed to not being able to fight for what she wanted or didn’t want. Doctor van Breughel’s incessant pacing had nearly driven her mad, not to mention made her dizzy. Fortunately, someone had saved her already frayed mental state by pulling him into a chair and stopping him from continuing to pace.
When Colonel Hrisvalar had walked through the door to retrieve the next witness, Megan had unconsciously sat up a little straighter, but in a surprising turn of events, the doctor had been called in next. After Nathan had followed the Colonel back into the conference room, Cyle had paced around a few times before leaving. Megan hadn’t blamed him one bit. In fact, she was debating on leaving herself, even though she couldn’t exactly go swimming like she wanted…
A few moments later, Megan had started slightly in surprise when the unexpected announcement came over the comm for senior officers to report to the conference room. Since J’Varr was elsewhere and Cyle had left, only Commander Reynolds was left waiting with her. They hadn’t really spoken to each other much through this whole incident, but he appeared as surprised by the order as she felt.
After entering the conference room and picking a seat, Megan waited, fighting against her nerves to appear perfectly calm. Any thought of calm was shattered when Lieutenant T’Ress burst into the room. Remaining completely frozen, it felt like she was watching everything that happened in slow motion.
Megan hated seeing the engineer get in trouble, especially when most likely he had only wanted to help her. As much as the science officer wished she could help him, saying or doing anything would most likely do more harm than good. So all she could do was stand there and watch, hoping that everything would work out somehow, for all of them.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2007 4:55:15 GMT
Cyle had been staring out the window of 10-forward with a glass of water on the table for only a few minutes when the call came for all senior staff to return to the conference room, wondering what reason it would be Cyle sighed as he stood up and left. He was walking back towards the make shift court room when he heard a couple of security officers running up behind him. They passed by him and entered the conference room before him. Cyle quickened his steps in order to see what was going on. When he entered Cyle saw the Caitian standing with both security officer on either side, and a rather flustered look on his furry face. He saw Commander Reynolds being held back and drug out by Colonel Stone and commander Fitch. Zhuk was staring at the commodore, as was everyone else. Cyle taking a seat near Megan, wasnt sure what had just happend, but could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Nathan was sitting on the witness stand, but only stood as the judge straightened his uniform and left, followed by Zhuk.
As soon as the judge left, the tension seemed to lessen a little, until Commander Fitch and Colonel Stone returned. As all three "foreign" officers sat in a room with the 3 members of the Jefferson senior staff that had been left. Cyle looked at Fitch, then Bridgeton, then to Stone, and back to Nathan, and last to Megan. All 6 officers waited until the return of the judge and Zhuk after a matter of a few minutes.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Sept 11, 2007 9:12:37 GMT
The turn of events that followed after Nathan had taken his seat, made Zhukarak’s head spin. J’Varr, the newly promoted CEO of the Jefferson, just about stormed into the courtroom to make his demand to be next heard.
The Judge immediately held J’Varr in contempt and requested his arrest. Judge Parker went out of line by calling J’Varr a ‘big stupid cat’. Zhukarak had never seen Matt lose it before, as he did this day. He simply started by protecting J’Varr, but when Judge Parker said something about the women in Matt’s family it took everything the two visiting marine officers had to hold Matt back.
Both Matt and J’Varr were immediately escorted to the brig. Cyle came by and seated himself in the courtroom, wondering what all the fuss was about. Zhukarak was furious, but he decided to hold his comments to Judge Parker for later. Instead, he made sure that everyone realized that today’s session was adjourned until tomorrow before heading to the brig.
Zhukarak arrived after his two officers had already been placed in separate cells. “Purrr…sir…”
“Lieutenant, you’ve already inserted your paw, if not two of them, into your whiskered mouth. Now I suggest you keep them there for the silence I require of you!” Zhukarak’s voice had been firm.
When he walked by Matt’s cell he could see Matt’s chest rise as he took in a deep breath just before he wanted to say something. “Matt, your silence is requested as well even though I stand behind you by principle, just not by your actions.” It was all Matt needed to make him turn around and have a seat on the bare prisoner’s bench.
Zhuk told the security officer to lead Judge Parker into the security office for privacy. He took a seat behind the desk when Theel’zhiin took the opportunity to appear from ‘between’, landing directly on the desk in front of Zhuk. “Ah, yes. It has been a long day, has it not?” Theel’zhiin bent his head forward submissively as Zhukarak gently stroked the top of it. “I am afraid there will be more upcoming days such as this one. Theel’zhiin hopped into Zhuk’s lap for more comfort while they passed what little short time they would have until Judge Parker arrived.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2007 10:29:03 GMT
After the CO came back in to reiterate the fact that court was done for the day, Megan turned to Cyle. Confusion was written on the Major’s face, as he looked at her clearly asking what had happened.
Sighing reluctantly, Megan decided that he probably needed to know. “Lieutenant T’Ress decided that his testimony needed to come first, before the doctor’s, and demanded to be next on the stand. The judge didn’t take too kindly to that and ordered him held in contempt and arrested.”
“The judge was very rude…called him a big stupid cat… Commander Reynolds took offense to that, and the judge responded by insulting the women in his family. Obviously, our first officer took even more offense to that and had to be held back. He’s being held in contempt of court and under arrest as well.”
Repeating what had happened somehow broke through the shock of witnessing it, and Megan actually found herself angry at the judge. How could he be trusted with their fates if he didn’t have enough decency to monitor what he said? His remarks had clearly crossed the line of decency and professionalism and were unbecoming an officer of any status, let alone a Commodore and a judge.
Megan’s eyes flashed angrily and her fists clenched at her sides as she met Cyle’s gaze. “He was way out of line, but there’s nothing we can do about it without getting in even more trouble. I don’t like this any more than you do, but right now, we probably need to focus on dealing with the charges against us.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2007 11:39:32 GMT
Rankin sat frozen in his place at what he had just heard. His star witness the Caitian, the ace up Rankin’s sleeve had just burst into the conference room demanding to be heard next. "Murrr, no sir, the Doctor will not be next. I have a declaration of evidence that so far has been withheld! Therefore, I demand," he said as he waved the PADD over his head, "that I be allowed to speak and testify this moment. Hold me in contempt of court if you will, but this information cannot wait!" Parker reacted as Rankin expected ordering J’Varr to the brig this was not a good turn for the case. He had incurred the wrath of the Judge Parker and had invariably damaged his own testimony but what happened next was out of order…
"Lieutenant are you an idiot or just plain stupid?" Parker said as the Caitian was approached by his superior," in all my years of service to the court I have never seen such disrespect. By this time tomorrow you'll be a crewmen."
Rankin rose to his feet to challenge Parker on this, the judge’s conduct was unacceptable and in Rankin’s mind he would have to inform the Judge Advocat General. However, before he could continue Parker continued his rant at the Caitian;
"The proceedings are finished for today," Parker said as he pounded his gavel," Commander Matthew Reynolds, I'll meet you and Colonel Hrisvalar in the brig where we will have a conversation with that big stupid cat."
Again Parker insulted the Catian and again before Rankin respond he was interrupted this time by Matt Reynold’s (Jefferson’s XO). "Sir, do not disrespect my officers!" Raved the XO.
"Commander, if you disrespect me one more time, I'll see to it that you never get a command," Parker said fleeing confident with the threat," by the way I wouldn't refer anyone with that type of language. After all I have met the women in your family." Parker hit back, Rankin anticipated the situation was getting out of hand and along with Marhsall Stone who had also anticipated what would happen next they tackled Matt dragging him from the courtroom.
As Rankin left he heard Judge Parker make another flippant remark and it had become the final straw in Rankin’s mind. He would tackle Parker on this latter and attempt to force Parker to withdraw himself from presiding over the court martial. He could not claim to remain impartial given what had just happened, if he refused Rankin would have the Judge Advocate General himself force his hand.
“Commander Reynolds, I understand your desire to protect your crewmate but the manner in which you did it was wrong. However, Judge Parker’s conduct towards you was unbecoming of a StarFleet Officer. I will inform the Judge Advocate General myself and seek to have him removed, the judge’s impartiality has clearly become compromised.”
Rankin said as himself and Colonel Stone escorted Matt to the turbo lift from the brig and turned him over to two Security Officers. Curiously Marshall had remained silent throughout the exchange, he thought the Marine may cast a view…
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Turning back to the conference room, Rankin watched Colonel Hrisvalar leave the conference room and watched him instruct Judge Parker to await his call to join him in the security office. Rankin grasped the opportunity to approach Judge Parker and try to get to the bottom of the scenes which had occurred in the conference room.
“Commodore… a word if you please!” Rankin said as he approached.
“Commander, I would prefer it if it would be left unsaid until tomorrow.” Parker rebuffed his request but Rankin wasn’t going to let it go…
“Commodore,” he said moving closer “I hope you have a damn good reason for your conduct earlier because you give me no choice but to contact the Judge Advocate General and request a mistrial. I don’t know your history with Matt Reynold’s family but your conduct was unbecoming of an officer of your status and a judge. I would urge you to do the right thing and step down from presiding over this court martial your ability to be impartial has clearly been compromised.”
Rankin finished and took a step back, he half expected to feel Parker’s wrath and end up in the brig as well…
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2007 13:40:02 GMT
Dunn sat with his teeth clenched as the suspects and witnesses unraveled their side of the proceeding's tenability in the Judge's eyes. He had seen Judge Parker react violently before. It wasn't uncommon for a sitting judge to react in such a manner toward a clear and arrant display of willful disobedience.
While everyone was arguing, Dunn held still; best not to jump into a hornet nest when they are stinging. Instead, he poked away at a PADD, looking at the list of evidence that was to be presented by the feral cat who was being led out with the pugnacious First Officer. The cat was on the list of witnesses, but he didn't have any evidence that was major. Clearly, if there was evidence, Major Bridgeton would have time to review it before trial. It was only fair. That is, of course, unless this information came to surface during trial. Clearly not the case here, as the little feline waltz that everyone was witness to suggested otherwise. There clearly was more evidence, and if Rankin knew about it, Dunn would have him pegged.
In the meantime, Rankin Fitch took it upon himself to challenge the judge's statements. Dunn had heard it all before. Calling in high command, judge advocate general, et cetera, was not going to do anything. This was not a civil proceeding. Judges were a part of a chain of command, and a boot-camp-like flurry of insults was not enough to unseat a Commodore. Rankin would undoubtedly file, and undoubtedly the paperwork would be filed into a replicator by JAG.
The officiant left the courtroom, declaring a recess. The doctor was excused just moments prior and bolted out the door. Some of the staff remained, but Dunn had business to do. Not the legal kind, the family kind.
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Beaming into the hallway leading to his family's temporary quarters, he picked up pace. He was home early for once, and Jennah would undoubtedly be surprised to see him. The door chime rang, nobody answered. Excusing politeness, he entered.
The living and eating area were a mess. Toys and clothes were thrown about, random in fashion. The replicator was still on, and the lights hadn't been dim.
Dunn walked into the back bedroom. Counted two bodies, one in each bed. He shook his eldest. "I'm home! He said." No answer. He shook again, "honey... I'm home." Her hand fell from where it was lying on her chest to her side.
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Her eyes opened and she smiled. "Daddy!"
Immediately a light flipped to full intensity and his youngest girl came running, hugging him around his leg. He turned around to see Jennah standing in the doorway, yawning, trying to fight through it with a smile.
"Well you are home early." She hugged the upper portion of him, with the lower portion being consumed by the girls. "Is it going well?"
"Actually, so far yes. Aside from a bit of inexperience on the defense, it seems like a standard case so far. Why are you in bed, it's only 0500 hours!?" StarBase time of course. Jennah explained that they hadn't adjusted yet with the ship-lag. Dunn learned to adjust to such time differences in his training.
"Well get up. I have a few hours before I need to join the others in the office. Giulia is running reports right now for me." Mentioning Giulia was probably not a good idea. Jennah was too happy to see Dunn to even care. "What's for dinner?"
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The next morning Dunn returned to the conference room, refreshed. With vigor he pulled out his PADDs, complete with the latest information, including information speculating what the Catian could have been trying to present. It was going to be an interesting day, to say the least.
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