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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2007 19:26:25 GMT
Nathan didn't know what he feared more, getting drilled by the lawyers or the Caitian's current appearance. He'd never seen the feline so angry before, his tail was lashing in fury and was at least twice as thick as normal. Then there was Commander Reynolds being wrestled to the deck in order to keep him from doing something he would most certainly regret later.
The doctor sat frozen in his seat, watching first Dunn, then Fitch and finally made eye contact with his commanding officer. With his healthy hand, he was holding on tight to the railing, while his injured arm lay supported in his lap. His fingers were white from the pressure with which he was holding on, his eyes too flashing with anger even though his face was still a mask of fear. He was clearly restraining himself from jumping up and coming to their aid.
As soon as Parker declared a recess and released him from the stand, Nathan bolted from the room, giving the impression he was running off in fear of being told to get back there and sit down and answer any and all questions that were required. He let them believe that as he jogged down to sickbay to retrieve his medkit. Then he went straight for the brig area where T'ress and Reynolds were being held.
Security barred his way as he approached. "Out of my way," he snapped, clearly not in the mood for playing power games. "They obviously need medical attention." Nathan pointed at the bruise that Matt sported on his face, then at the Caitian's rumpled appearance. It was obvious he had fought his jailors. "Are you two all right?" he asked quietly, as he approached their cell. "Lieutenant, do you need anything to calm down?"
Now that he had patients to deal with rather than Starfleet brass, Nathan felt a lot surer of himself and felt his confidence build. "Commander, do you wish me to see to that nasty bruise?"
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The next morning, when the hearings reconvened, Nathan was called back to the witness stand, as he was informed that he was to be recalled. Feeling more calm than the day before, Nathan regarded the two lawyers with new interest, but regarded Parker with nothing but contempt. As a civillian, he couldn't understand how people could care so much about military politics, when there were lives to be saved. Sure, he had family in starfleet, at a fairly high rank too, but he still couldn't understand, no matter how often they tried to explain the finer points of being a soldier.
He sat a little more relaxed, as he waited for prosecution to start up their questions. As Dunn fired his questions at him in rapid succession, Nathan found it harder and harder to answer them, especially with Cyle and Megan staring at him from across the room. "Yes, I believe the AI was possessing them," he finally answered, "and my repeated investigations can prove that. I have readings taken from before the first flight and I have readings taken after them."
The civillian held up a few paper prints where the differences were clearly highlighted. "Something was inhabiting them, as the brainwave patterns clearly show," he continued.
At Dunn's next question, he fell painfully silent. "Yes, I was attacked," he answered, "but I wasn't the easiest to get along with at that time either, I am told. I made quite a fool of myself actually. No, that wasn't a proper reason for them to attack me." He paused, longer this time, gazing at the people in the room. "Yes that was when he broke my wrist, but as I told you just now, I was a right pain in the..." He trailed off, his cheeks flushing deep red at the memory. He didn't finish his sentence as he waited for Dunn to fire the killer question at him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2007 21:46:35 GMT
"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."
The Caitian would not go quietly as security came to place him away. Rumbling back and forth, shaking, bearing his teeth, and growling he almost succeeded in scratching one's eyes out with his claws...
...or so he thought.
It was simply a rouse. While he was acting like a feral tiger he did not feel the press of a phaser against his form. Having stood back, the officer was easily able to cart him away as he realize that the phaser was there. He was not going to risk being shot.
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“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.
"Murr...understood Colonel." He looked to him, trying to pass the PADD, that he avoided confiscation of, through the forcefield. "Take it; it could still be of some use. And all I want to say sir...is that I'm sorry." He gulped, lowering his head while an era twitched this way and that.
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Security barred his way as he approached. "Out of my way," he snapped, clearly not in the mood for playing power games. "They obviously need medical attention." Nathan pointed at the bruise that Matt sported on his face, then at the Caitian's rumpled appearance. It was obvious he had fought his jailers. "Are you two all right?" he asked quietly, as he approached their cell. "Lieutenant, do you need anything to calm down?"
Now that he had patients to deal with rather than Starfleet brass, Nathan felt a lot surer of himself and felt his confidence build. "Commander, do you wish me to see to that nasty bruise?"
The feine shook his head sadly, exhaling deeply. "Yes, Doctor, there is something I need. The names of all vessels preforming acts of beacon repair in this sector. I know that I am going to transfer to one of them soon enough as a Petty Officer...murr..." His tail drooped darkly, his fur being matted from his tussle involving the jailers.
"Puuuur, I know what I did was wrong, but there were several things that drove me to it. I couldn't accept being called off duty to attend this trial first of all. I was preforming needed tasks in engineering on the environmental systems. Next I couldn't stand to see Megan so mistreated-looking or you so nervous. I wanted us all to come out of this. Our ship should be sailing the stars, not awash in dock..."
He looked down once more.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2007 4:02:21 GMT
Cyle continued to look around alittle confused until lt. Garrett came to his aid, explaining what had happened “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.”
Cyle was glad the judge had already left, or else he thought he would end up in the brig as well, and Megan was right, he was way out of line and there really was nothing they could do about it at the moment. Although they had yet to actually talk since this whole thing started, Cyle was glad to hear her speak, even in such a troubled day.
When the hearing began once again, Cyle sat near the front in order to stare at the judge as much as possible, to read him as it were. Cyle listened intently to Nathan's testimony and watched how the judge and lawyers reacted. He knew that the doctor was having a rough time with everyone looking at him, but he was a strong individual and would be just fine.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Sept 12, 2007 8:07:07 GMT
SN The judge finally arrived into the security office where Zhukarak was still petting his firelizard. Judge Parker gave a quizzical look at the miniature dragon, but thought better of it. Theel’zhiin took the mental queue from Zhuk to go ahead and disappear, and off he went. The judge jumped back slightly when he saw the creature just disappear into thin air, but again he kept silent about it.
Instead, Judge Parker started ranting on about how unprofessional the officers of the Jefferson were and that it was no wonder that a court-martial proceeding was taking place because of them. Zhuk sat there, just waiting for the Commodore to finish as he stared at some random security report on the PADD in front of him.
Zhukarak noted the eerie silence all of a sudden, when he finally realized that Judge Parker had finished his tirade and was standing there looking at him with fury written all over his face. Zhukarak kept calm as he by now had plenty of time to settle himself since the courtroom incident. “Commodore Parker, if you are done berating my crew, my officers, and my ship…I would like to say that your speech has no foundation. This ship and its crew have an exemplary record which will stand on its own. It is no doubt because of its record that we were selected to run the trials of those experimental fighters in the first place.” The judge simply grunted his disapproval at the comment his comments.
“I agree that those two officers out there were out of line, one simply due to inexperience with a situation such as this, the other due to someone else’s lack of professionalism.” Zhuk stared Judge Parker directly into his eyes to get his point across. “You have every right to send your complaints through the channels and have my officers punished for their behavior, but I too have every right to do so likewise. I have a feeling, Judge Parker, that if I filed my paperwork with the right people…” Zhukarak didn’t really care to make threats in this manner, but he knew that judges dealt more with politics and red tape than anything else.
Zhukarak stood up and walked around the desk. “Sir, I would be inclined to not have to do any sort of lengthy report if we could just go on with the trial.”
“And your officers?” Judge Parker huffed.
“I will have a word with them. By my record you know my reputation, through that you have my own assurances that this sort of incident won’t happen again…providing your continued impartiality of course.”
“Fine, but I’m warning you.” A threatening finger was thrown into Zhuk’s direction before the judge turned and left.
Zhukarak had Matt and J’Varr released and made assurances that they remained civil and obeyed proper courtroom proceedings. Zhuk dismissed Matt, but had another word with J’Varr before dismissing him. “I don’t know what this important evidence is and I don’t want to know until it comes up in the trial. What I do know is that I trust you and your judgment, now trust mine. This trial is important, everything else is secondary…even our jobs at the moment. So just hold on until you get called to the witness stand, alright?” Lieutenant T’Ress accepted the request before he too was dismissed for the evening. Zhukarak couldn’t wait to see what the next day would bring.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2007 13:38:27 GMT
Major Bridgeton had worked up a small sweat walking back and forth between the table serving as a witness stand, and his table. The walk was methodical, one foot directly in front of the other, as if he were counting off paces. When he reached a barrier, either of the two desks, he would pivot and restart. When a question came to mind he stopped, looked up at the Doctor with a look of utter concern and curiosity, and asked away. It made his side of the story look well thought out, well practiced.
"Going back to what you said about the brain-waves and this supposed AI..." he fluttered his hand in the air pretending to pluck the concept of an AI back out of it's fictitious home for re-examining, "cannot the brain-waves be indicative of something less possessive as an artificial intelligence invading one's memory?"
The Doctor responded as he did previous, "In my expert opinion, the brain-waves indicate an artificial intelligence."
Dunn took a different approach, realizing the Doctor probably was not going to budge. "Other than pure circumstantial evidence, what links this supposed AI takeover" he made quotes in the air with his fingers, "with the fighter jets?" Before the Doctor could answer, he continued. "Could these brain-wave patterns have shown up independently of the fighters?"
The Doctor had to concede.
"Let me ask you this, Doctor." The friendly tone Major Bridgeton was using turned sour. He had lured the man in with a small line, throwing soft questions his direction, "Colonel Stone did not mention any artificial intelligence inside the fighters. He mentioned there was a synaptic sensor, but that is hardly intelligence. Am I right?" It wasn't a yes or no question. The answer was "yes", but the doctor felt guilty saying it for some reason. Perhaps because he had been agreeing with the prosecutor way too much in the past few minutes with the almost-rhetorical questions.
"If I may conjecture, Judge Parker." The judge looked a bit concerned at this statement.
"As long as your conjecture is within the realm of law... I need not remind you that you are not an expert except in the area of jurisprudence."
"I'll withhold conjecture until my closing statement, then." It couldn't hurt to try.
He turned to the doctor. "Do you get along well with your crew-mates? Do you have friends among them, friends in this courtroom?"
For the first time in awhile, the other senior staff were referenced. Their ears perked up for Nathan's response.
"Yes, Major."
"There is reason, then, to believe that the path you took to obtain your results could have been influenced by the nature of that relationship, is there not? Couldn't this," he waved the papers around the doctor had submitted as evidence, "been just a pile of stress conveniently viewed as a bunch of AI garbage to see to it your friends are not in trouble?"
Ranking objected, addressing the judge. The question had already been answered to the best of the Doctor's abilities. Dunn pulled back.
"One last line of questioning." he started his pace back up, calming his voice. "Are you familiar with a Lieutenant Warnoi?" he was looking directly at a PADD that said the doctor was. The doctor replied, and Dunn continued, "His son, Hanok... Honok and your son both attend schooling together, correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"If it pleases the judge, I will read a quote from Colonel Stone's report." He held up the PADD at arms length to appear as if he was reading some golden epitaph.
Colonel Stone: What did Freddy tell you about his dad? Honok Wanoi: He kissed the Colonel! Colonel Stone: Who told you that? Did Freddy tell you that? Honk Wanoi: Yea. He said it was gross.
Before Major Bridgeton could continue, Rankin objected. "I fail to see what this display is accomplishing.
"Mr. Fitch, it's accomplishing the credibility of this Doctor's testimony. Apparently, he too was affected by the vast amounts of stress this crew was under, taking care of new fighters, having reckless crew members disobeying his demands for checkups, crew-members coming and going from the senior staff... all this he has testified to already."
"I get the point, are you done, Mr. Bridgeton?" The fact the judge used "Mr." meant he was tired, and ready to move on.
"Yes sir. That is all."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 12, 2007 17:51:21 GMT
Commodore Henry S. Parker Senior Judge Judge Advocate General's Office
“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.”
"Commander, I will continue to preside over this court martial," Parker said making sure to hold his tongue. He knew that he had overreacted and his actions disgraced his lengthy career in Starfleet. He would need to reflect on the things that had been said and done in the last few minutes, but he would not back down. On principle he believed that his actions towards the Caitian were justified except for the derogratory words he was using against him. "I have stepped over the line, but my judgement and impariality has not been compromised. If you wish to contact JAG go ahead, but please be aware that I'll still be here anyways."
Parker walked passed the Commander and the rest of the shocked staff. He would be meeting with the Colonel shortly where he planned to let both the Caitian and the Commander go, but he would need to be a jackass about it.
Court Martial Day 2
The entire conference room was filled with the Senior Staff including Lt. J'Ress and Commander Reynolds. Parker looked at them directly before he began the proceedings.
"What happened yesterday will not happen again," Parker began," unappropiate things were done by multiple parties. Major please continue your questions of the doctor."
The questions asked by the prosecution were well thought out and provactive. Parker could see where this was going, but allowed it to continue. The doctor continued to be responsive and Fitch's objections did have much to stand on. Things became much more personal when Bridgeton turned his attention to Nathan's son, Freddy.
"If it pleases the judge, I will read a quote from Colonel Stone's report." He held up the PADD at arms length to appear as if he was reading some golden epitaph.
"Go ahead," Parker replied quickly.
Colonel Stone: What did Freddy tell you about his dad? Honok Wanoi: He kissed the Colonel! Colonel Stone: Who told you that? Did Freddy tell you that? Honk Wanoi: Yea. He said it was gross.
Before Major Bridgeton could continue, Rankin objected. "I fail to see what this display is accomplishing.
"Mr. Fitch, it's accomplishing the credibility of this Doctor's testimony. Apparently, he too was affected by the vast amounts of stress this crew was under, taking care of new fighters, having reckless crew members disobeying his demands for checkups, crew-members coming and going from the senior staff... all this he has testified to already."
"I get the point, are you done, Mr. Bridgeton?" The fact the judge used "Mr." meant he was tired, and ready to move on.
"Yes sir. That is all."
"Alright, Commander Fitch," Parker said as he scribbled down some notes on his padd. The fact that the doctor might have been affected by the situation didn't surprise him, but not to that extreme. For anyone to actually kiss their superior officer took a lot of guts or were not in thier right mind.
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OOC: Sorry I didn't respond to every tag and post, but I wanted to stay on pace with the mission and not fall behind. I think I addressed most of the post, but if I didn't please tell me and I'll write something in.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2007 19:19:05 GMT
The doctor paled visibly upon hearing the transcript, shocked that this prosecutor would use his own son against him. The kiss had been an incident, and completely uncalled for and qutie accidental. He hadn't meant to kiss the commanding officer, even though Nathan had to admit that he could've construed the situation to make it appear an accident and that he had taken advantage of the situation. But he had not.
"Yes, I was affected," he admitted quietly, after finally rediscovering the use of his voice. "And exhausted, but I am a doctor, and bound to ethics. And I am also bound to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth as I have sworn yesterday."
He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding to meet the eyes of his crewmates. ~friends?~ he thought ~the only friend I had left...I have yet to properly get to know these people~ He fixed his gaze on Dunn, even though the prosecutor was obviously finished. "I have no regrets," he stated firmly, though uncertainly, "and my data are proof enough. They are verified by the science officer and my assistant." He paused briefly. "And you had no right to question my son without my approval, nor had Colonel Stone. He is a four year old boy who would not understand the implications of what he may or may not say, in any circumstance."
When no further question came from Dunn, Nathan waited impatiently for Fitch to continue. Hopefully, the commander would be easier on him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2007 21:42:08 GMT
Rankin was rebuffed by Judge Parker, the Judge responded in a controlled manner. Rankin had half expected him to explode into an inferno of rage upon Rankin’s ultimatum. Commodore Parker had refused to step down and Rankin was now dismissed. Sparing little time he gathered his padds on his desk and slid them into his case and made his way for the door. He would return to the Starbase this evening and reflect on the days events, it had been a long day. After hours of careful consideration, Rankin filed a report concerning Parker’s conduct to Section 47’s Judge Advocate General Luke Drago. He did not expect much to come of it but he would pursue it as much as he could, without Parker apologising or showing any remorse Rankin would not let it drop. Rubbing his brow, he sat on his chair propped his feet up on his glass desk and examined his notes. Tomorrow he would have the opportunity to question Doctor van Breughel, he could prove to be quite an asset to the defence his study of brainwaves looked to point towards an AI… before Rankin could think of anything else he found himself awoken in the morning having slept in his chair with his padds strewn across the floor. Court Martial Day 2Rankin was one of the last to arrive, he had overslept but he made a point of arriving exactly when he meant to. He would not rush to return to the court martial, he wanted to give the impression he was purposefully late. Rankin sat clutching his neck for most of the morning’s questioning by Major Bridgeton. His neck was sore from sleeping on his chair and he was forced to sit and listen to what he felt was unsubstantial conjecture and a personal attack on the Doctor. Rankin raised several objections to Bridgeton’s questions but then the marine Major crossed the line. Colonel Stone: What did Freddy tell you about his dad? Honok Wanoi: He kissed the Colonel! Colonel Stone: Who told you that? Did Freddy tell you that? Honk Wanoi: Yea. He said it was gross.Rankin objected in an instant… "I fail to see what this display is accomplishing.” He decided against launching into a tirade of invasion of privacy and the manipulation of a young child. Doctor van Breughel made his feelings clear and to be honest the doctor had a fair point and Bridgeton knew it! Before he knew it the Doctor was his witness; "Alright, Commander Fitch,"Rankin stood up and wrenched his neck one last time, he decided to take a more casual approach today and paced over to the witness stand to question the Doctor. “Thank you Commodore, lets focus on facts shall we despite what the prosecution seems intent on trying to portray.” Rankin began… taking a jibe at Bridgeton. “So Doctor van Breughel, would you call yourself an honest man?” the doctor nodded silently. “In your opinion doctor and from your medicals of the Jefferson’s crew during the last mission were there significant changes in the brainwaves and functions when the experimental fighters were aboard the Jefferson?” "Yes sir, I would believe myself to be an honest man," Nathan answered, "and yes there were significant brainwave changes and functional changes in the Jefferson crew. I took several scans to confirm it.“Yes? That’s interesting and did the effect seemingly disappear instantly when the fighters were lost.” Rankin preferred the word lost it didn’t sound as negative as destroyed. "Almost immediately, yes."“That’s very interesting Doctor, so in your expert opinion as a Doctor what would you hypothesise that could or was most likely to have caused these character changes?” "A telepathic artificial intelligence, such as present in the fighters."The Doctor had finished his medical testimony, thankfully he had spared everyone the medical jargon and had kept his answers concise, specific and straight to the point. Which avoided the possibility of Bridgeton picking up on a poorly selected word and uncoiling like a snake about to strike. “And the kiss Doctor, what would you say motivated you to do it? Was it out of character? Were your emotions being affected by the presence of the fighters AI?” "I had not slept for two days," Nathan answered, "and yes my emotions were affected. The doctor avoided answering the rest of the question, as he didn't feel he was obliged to reveal his private preferences. Rankin didn’t want to ask but it gave the Doctor the opportunity to set the record straight which he dully did. “Finally, I do not feel that kissing habits is any business of this court. I would also say that perhaps it is not in his testimony as it is irrelevant. Or perhaps it is personal, this is not the role of this court to pry into the personal life’s of the Jefferson’s crew. I hope this will be respected in the future.” Rankin finished putting his hands to his side and turned to Judge Parker. "No further questions, Commodore." Parker glanced at Dunn who didn't use the opportunity to redirect both men had made their points as acutely as one another. Commodore Parker then dismissed Doctor van Breughel from the stand; "Doctor, you are dismissed." He pointed, he didn't need to say it twice as the Doctor bolted from the stand and sat on the seat closest to the exit. It was clear that the Doctor was relieved he had given his testimony and glad to have it behind him. Rankin was happy with his questions but he was sure Bridgeton was equally content. Parker then called a recess for lunch, as the morning questioning had taken several hours. "I think its a good time to call lunch, this court martial will reconvene in 1 hour." He declared tapping his gavel and leaving the court room. (Lunch time - Tag All & You new guys, get posting! )This was a joint post between Rankin and Nathan!
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Post by tagert on Sept 14, 2007 3:32:07 GMT
T.J. Tagert sat in the tight cockpit of the Work Bee he had commandeered. Twiddling his thumbs he thought that, 150 years ago i bet 4000 meters a second was fast, but hauling cargo was never his thing. Because of the lock down only cargo transports were allowed to go to and from the U.S.S. JEFFERSON. T.J. had a friend from madera that was station at the star base. Rigo Hermano had come through again. Rigo set it up where he would take duty shift for Cargo Trans. and not actually have to show up. At 23:00 hours T.J. jumped in the work bee and scooted (if you call 4000 m/s scooting) over to cargo bay 3 on deck 14. During the ride he moved in between the two warp nacelles then slowed to 200 m/s and into shuttle bay 2 then dropping to 10 m/s and through the cargo tunnel strait back to cargo bay 3.Ensign Tagert left the shuttle bay, sending the cargo pod back on auto pilot, and walked three sections down to the turbo lift. "Deck 9, Shuttle bay maintenance." Late at night there are only 2 shuttle techs on duty and anyone showing up to help is greeted with coolant covered wrenches and gel smeared rags. T.J. traded story's and wrenched through the night cleaning thrusters and working out the latest list of bugs updated by Star Fleet C.O.I.All w/o reporting in to the captain. *sorry , didn't want to bother you. It's late. *
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 14:06:04 GMT
After going for yet another grueling swim, Megan had returned to her quarters but gotten very little sleep. A few hours of sleep at most had been gained before the unforgiving alarm had gone off, signaling it was her usual time to get up. Sighing in frustration, she had conceded and begun her morning routine: workout, breakfast, shower, checking messages, etc.
Arriving slightly early, Megan had taken a seat towards the middle and again had been joined by Cyle. It only made sense that the two of them with so much at stake here would end up sitting together, so the science officer thought nothing of his sitting next to her once more. Lieutenant T’Ress had sat on her other side, clearly subdued from yesterday. When he sat down, she tried to send him an encouraging smile, glad to see he hadn’t gotten into too much trouble.
The doctor had done well on the stand, but Megan had cringed involuntarily several times as he described his dealings with her. It still felt so unreal, so unbelievable that she had reacted the way she did, refusing to go to sickbay, engaging in a tug of war to avoid having to go, and then pushing and pulling the doctor around, twice. Clearly, she had not been herself at the time, and the Lieutenant was frankly embarrassed by her actions and unprofessional manner.
When talk of the doctor kissing the Colonel had come up, Megan’s eyes had widened in shock. Obviously she’d missed that somehow, and as she thought back, the memory of the bridge going quiet came to mind followed by Nathan leaving rather hastily. Supposing that was when it had happened, Megan made a note to pay more attention in the future, especially since the Colonel’s expression had most likely been priceless.
When the doctor had been excused, Megan had sat up straighter, as had Cyle and J’Varr, preparing for being called next, but instead the judge had called a recess for lunch. Sighing and slumping back into her chair for a moment, the Lieutenant had debated what to do next. An hour was a long time to just check messages and maybe eat if she decided she was hungry, but not enough time to actually accomplish anything, like going swimming or running again, which was the only thing that seemed to help take her mind off of everything.
Still, just because she couldn’t think of anything to do, Megan couldn’t sit in the courtroom for an hour either, so she had reluctantly stood and moved to leave, wishing that the trial would just get over with soon.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2007 14:50:50 GMT
A PADD slammed onto the desk. "Since when do they have a new navigations officer?" Dunn was furious. StarFleet was not acting in the best interest of itself by continually allowing people on the ship during these proceedings.
"Commander Fitch added him to the witness list last minute. You said no more uploads, so we couldn't get it to you in time." John was apologetic, and Giulia was already replicating a warm compress for Major Bridgeton.
Dunn wanted to be angry, but finding nobody deserved to have his aggression pointed at them, he backed off a bit. "You know what they are going to do, don't you?" but they didn't. The staff still didn't know about the existence of the fighters, and even though to them it seemed like an Ensign navigations officer being called to the witness stand was not a big deal, it felt like to Dunn that it could be his undoing. The officer, being young and easy to influence, might find it necessary to vouch for his new crew, and if that were the case, he could perpetuate this myth of an AI controlling the ship and some of the people. He could only testify within the capacity of an expert witness since he wasn't present, and only in the area of piloting, so at least there was a preset containment of questions that could be asked. Still, it had the potential to be damaging.
"Get me everything you know about Tagert. I want everything about his life. His family, did he get along with them? His friends, does he have any? I want to know what color his socks are, damnit." He composed himself. "We have forty five more minutes until the trial resumes. Contact our associates in Secret Operations. They owe me one anyway after what we did for them last month."
The two went to work, with a small handful of assistants doing the leg work. Most of the assistance Dunn had not met, nor did he care to. They were only hired for a particular trial, then let go.
After a few minutes, Giulia came over from behind Dunn. "I replicated a sandwich for you, but I don't know if you are hungry," she said quietly into his ear. Giulia was very passive in her statement to Dunn, testing the waters.
"Thank you." The Andorian woman was wonderful sometimes. She knew just what to say, and just what to do, to make Dunn more comfortable. Jennah was the same way. It was one of the major reasons Dunn had married her.
"The Doctor's testimony wasn't anything unexpected. I think it went pretty smoothly." Rubbing his temples, he continued, "and that stupid cat got what was coming to him. You should have been there to see the face of everyone when Parker yelled."
John overheard. "Professor Parker can be a real jerk, you know. You should have seen the way he reacted when he caught someone cheating on the final exam. Normally, you would think a quiet expulsion would be in order, but hold on Nelly - he went into a tirade that had us fearing for our lives."
"Did you get expelled?" the Major asked.
"Ha ha, very funny. That time, it was not me." John was known to be a trouble maker. Fortunately, he never gave Judge Parker the chance to witness his trouble making.
"Well, it was quite the spectacle. The cat even riled up the First Officer. And Hrisvalar, he reacted probably as expected."
"What about Stone's testimony?"
Dunn shot Giulia a look expressing his surprise for her question. Upon meeting her gaze, he realized from the angle of the antennas and the grin on her face she was only joking. "You know I can't tell you that. Get back to work." He let out a single chuckle and put his nose into a PADD. If he were going to be calling the First Officer to the stand after recess, he knew he was going to have to be prepared.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2007 21:02:58 GMT
When Parker called a recess for lunch, Nathan was the first to leave the room as he was closest to the door. He didn't know why he had taken a seat there, apart from it being the closest available to the exit point from the witness stand. He was, however, glad that this was over for him. He had given his testimony after being drilled by both sides, and he was relieved at Fitch's note about his personal kissing habits. They were, indeed, none of their business. He did hope that this would lead them to believe that it had occurred while he was under the influence of the AI, rather than any personal initiative.
Nathan strolled away from the room, not waiting for anyone to catch up. He wanted to take a walk and get something to eat at his own quarters before his walk. The doctor desperately wanted some time by himself, wanting to get his own feelings back together as the questions had both been embarassing to answer as well as terrifying. It certainly hadn't reduced his dislike for lawyers, in fact it was bound to increase it, the way he had been treated by the prosecution party and how Parker had treated T'Ress.
After going by his quarters, a walk that didn't take him any longer than five minutes, he started his stroll about the ship, whicn, incidently, took him by the shuttlebay, from where a young man in yellow, wearing an ensign's pip, emerged. Nathan hadn't seen this officer before, and since he emerged from the shuttlebay, he assumed this must be someone new to the ship, also judging by the way the young man was looking about himself.
"Hello," Nathan called to the ensign, "do you need directions?" He walked up to the ensign, holding out his right hand, hiding his cast left hand behind his back. "I'm Doctor Nathan van Breughel, ship's chief medical officer." He smiled slightly. "Officer while not being an actual officer, strange eh? I'm just a civillian doing a soldier's job."
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Post by tagert on Sept 16, 2007 4:06:39 GMT
Tagert finished attaching the new phase coupler assembly, then turning to grab a spanner wrench, he noticed he was a little tired so he decided it was about time to find his quarters. Tagert closed up the panel and placed the wrench in it's proper place, and headed to the sonic hand sanitation station to clean them, and headed out the door .
Stepping outside Tagert looked around to see what section he was in then noticed the man walking in his direction. The man greeted him, so T.J. stuck out his hand, then pulled it back and wiped it on the leg of his pants removing the last little bit of grease off his hand just in case(first impressions).
Quote After going by his quarters, a walk that didn't take him any longer than five minutes, he started his stroll about the ship, whicn, incidently, took him by the shuttlebay, from where a young man in yellow, wearing an ensign's pip, emerged. Nathan hadn't seen this officer before, and since he emerged from the shuttlebay, he assumed this must be someone new to the ship, also judging by the way the young man was looking about himself
"Hello," Nathan called to the ensign, "do you need directions?" He walked up to the ensign, holding out his right hand, hiding his cast left hand behind his back. "I'm Doctor Nathan van Breughel, ship's chief medical officer." He smiled slightly. "Officer while not being an actual officer, strange eh? I'm just a civillian doing a soldier's job."
Hi there Dr. I noticed that you were a civilian when I looked at the Jefferson roster. I guess it's not the first time civilian has served on a Starfleet vessle.....Sir. You must be the best of the best. *Doc Breughel * Well one thing could you direct me to my quarters, or someone who can?
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When the judge called a recess for lunch Cyle sighed, he always hated the way courts procrastinated something that was rather important, almost as if they didnt care about the outcome. Cyle walked slowly along the halls waiting for the recess to finish, he wasnt hungry anyway so he needed a way to spend the time. As he walked he shortly found himself by the shuttle bay, how he got there he wasnt sure, he looked up to see Nathan talking to an ensign who was asking about directions. Cyle kept walking passed them, not really wanting to meet another new guy, as he still didnt really know half the crew as it was. The caitian and He had yet to talk, for which Cyle was glad.
Cyle's gruff exterior showed no emotion of what was going on in Cyle's head, he was as nervous as the first time he committed a crime back at home. He knew full well that he was going to be called as one of the last to testify, but he couldnt help but straighten up everytime a witness was dismissed from the stand. Cyle looked up when he heard his name called, he turned around to see who it was.
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"Hi there Doctor, I noticed that you were a civilian when I looked at the Jefferson roster. I guess it's not the first time civilian has served on a Starfleet vessel.....Sir. You must be the best of the best.
Nathan chuckled as the ensign wiped his hand before grasping the offered hand. "No it's not the first time. One of my predecessors was also a civillian. She works on Assaillant now as one of the healers assigned to the diplomatic corps." He paused briefly. "As for being the best of the best...I'm not so sure about that. I'm but a simple gynaecologist who has been assigned to do a soldier's job. And I'm trying to do it to the best of my abilities."
Well one thing could you direct me to my quarters, or someone who can?
"Certainly, though I'm not sure where your quarters would be at the moment. This ship is currently on lock-down so it's a wonder you were able to come aboard. I'm sure though, the quartermaster would be able to assign you somewhere." Nathan preceded the newcomer to see the quartermaster and got Tagert a cabin number.
After a short walk, they stood before the designated cabin. "Your luggage will probably already have been transported here," Nathan mused, "in which case, now you know where your quarters are, we should introduce you to the commanding officer." Again he laughed. "Don't be daunted by his appearance, he's an Andorian marine, and though he can come across as fearsome, he's one of the best there is. Oh, adding to that, he can be gruesomely fearsome, trust me. You don't want to get on his bad side like I've managed to get." This time he suddered, as they walked on. "Sometimes, being a doctor doesn't keep you on your CO's good side, trust me, especially not when physical time arrives."
Together they arrived on the bridge, where Nathan assumed Hrisvalar would be. He had assumed correctly as the Andorian stood in the middle of his bridge, looking none too pleased. "Colonel Hrisvalar, I've someone here to see you. An Ensign named Tagert, he seems to be our new navigator?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2007 21:05:02 GMT
Parker dismissed Nathan and called lunch, Rankin held back and watched as the Jefferson’s crew began to splinter into their respective cliques. The doctor had fled the scene instantaneously, as had Megan, Commander Reynolds and Colonel Hrisvalar were discussing something, Major Bridgeton had seemingly disappeared as had Major Johnson. Rankin decided to make his way to the mess and leave his padds behind, he needed to unwind and a hot cup of tea would help.
Walking through the Jefferson, Rankin received many curious looks by now word of his presence had spread across the ship. He could no longer walk around with anonymity, being stared at made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. In the courtroom the eyes of the room were often fixed on him but that was totally different it was Special Defense Attorney not Rankin Fitch. He preferred privacy and to be left alone so when arriving in the mess he positioned himself to the back of the hall having ordered a cup of tea and scone. Rankin watched several of the crew playing 3D Chess, chess was a game Rankin had loved ever since childhood.
Moving closer, he pulled his seat to their table and asked to join them; “Do you mind if I join you?” they just shrugged not wanting to speak with him. “Can I play the winner?”; “Sure” one of them replied. As Rankin watched the game unfold it reminded himself of his childhood, he had never played as much during his studies and he always regretted it. As a child he used to compete in tournaments sometimes twice a week all across earth. Rankin’s attention lapsed as Major Johnson entered the mess, the marine seemed in almost a trance like state.
“Major Johnson.” Rankin called…
He watched as the Marine paused before looking at Rankin.
“How are you holding up Major?”
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“How are you holding up Major?” Cyle glared at Rankin before sitting down at a table, still unsure how he had managed to go from walking down the hall past the doctor to sitting down at the mess hall, also known as 10-forward. Although Cyle did not want to talk to Rankin for anything personal, he knew the man would not leave him alone. "ive been better" he said bluntly, receiving a glass of water from the waitress, who knew what he drank. Cyle sighed as he watched the defense attorney sit across from him, and start jabbering on about the game of chess, while watching the game from afar. Cyle couldnt wait until this trial was over, so he didnt have to deal with Rankin, Bridgeton, Stone or Parker any longer.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Sept 18, 2007 8:19:39 GMT
Zhukarak had observed Nathan’s testimony with interest. He had recalled Nathan’s assumptions of the fighter’s AI’s interfering with the crews’ minds, but Zhuk had always dismissed it himself at the time. Nathan had the documentation to back up his theories, even if it didn’t lead to a sentient AI of some sort.
It had been a long morning already and the Judge had called for a lunch recess. Zhukarak let his crew exit before him. His decision of what to do didn’t come to him until he exited himself. Of course it wasn’t unusual for him to be going to the bridge right away as that was pretty much what he always did.
The junior bridge crew looked on with curiosity, wondering how the trial was going. Of course silence was all Zhuk could reply as he headed for his Ready Room for a private luncheon. Time was of the essence, so lunch became an act of efficiency to facilitate his other tasks.
Zhukarak returned to his command chair on the bridge as he looked over the PADD, informing him of the resupplies and progress of minor refits being done to the ship. Soon he found himself looking over the manifest, observing who the replacements were.
As if on cue, Nathan arrived on the bridge with one of those new crew members. "Colonel Hrisvalar, I've someone here to see you. An Ensign named Tagert; he seems to be our new navigator?" Zhukarak looked at the young pilot and offered his hand as he stood. “Welcome to the Jefferson. Unfortunately you’re not going to be getting your hands on her controls anytime soon, but you can familiarize yourself with her controls using the holodeck.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2007 12:54:14 GMT
Judge Parker looked a under the weather, but he insisted that trial continued anyway. The prosecution only had one more witness to call, the First Officer. Hopefully that questioning would take only the remainder of the day. He, and others, could really use the rest he decided.
The Major, while waiting for his cue, was reviewing Rankin's witness list. While there were clear witnesses, those with charges did not have to declare their intent to take the stand. Dunn sincerely hoped they would, though. He would love to take on Major Johnson and Commander Garret. His only worry was with the cat. He had some piece of exculpatory evidence, and there was nothing mind blowing on the discovery list both sides submitted to the Judge.
"Major, your next witness."
"I would like to call to the stand Commander Matthew Reynolds."
To Rankin Fitch, this was expected. He had the list of witnesses from the beginning. To the crew, however, you could hear chatter.
"Quiet, please. Colonel Hrisvalar, will you please go retrieve your First Officer from the brig." Parker wiped the sweat from his forward with a cloth he pulled from a traveling case. The case lay open facing him during the entire trial.
After a few more minutes of silence, and Dunn still sitting at his desk preparing, Matt walked into the courtroom and took the witness seat. He looked sleepless, probably from the harshness of the brig's beds, but that fact was his own doing.
The judge nodded in Major Bridgeton's direction, and he began.
"As First Officer, your role on the ship is to oversea the daily operations of the ship, as it pertains to the Captain's," he fixed his words, "Colonel's, sorry, orders. Is that true?" Dunn baited the hook.
Reynolds replied true and Bridgeton continued.
"And this is the collection of your senior officers, is it not?" Dunn throws the line out to sea. The entire staff, the Major had noticed, was in the room. For his own amusement he went on to impress the judge. Lieutenant T'Ress, Commander Garrett, Major Johnson, and Doctor van Breughel. He walked in front of each of them, calling their names out as he passed. He had committed the faces to memory. It was helpful that they all had different ranks.
Once again Reynolds agreed. Parker sighed. Bridgeton was going to take the slow route it appeared.
"There were others at the start of your fighter ship experience, as well, that have since left the ship. Let's go back to the time when you and Colonel Hrisvalar were discussing options for who would fly these ships."
He picked up his second PADD off of the prosecution's table and continued, creating a small silent pause.
"You were the one who suggested the crew-members to pilot the fighters to the Colonel, no?" Bridgeton started reeling his line inward. Before Matthew could answer, Dunn followed up his question. "Johnson, Sharp, Crusser, yourself, and the Colonel."
"Correct, sir." was all Matthew could say. There wasn't much of a point to contest at this state of the questioning.
"The only senior staff that was to be left behind was the Doctor and the Counselor." Rankin started stirring. He didn't see where this line of questioning was going, and it was getting rather old. He objected, and Judge Parker, being on edge as he was, agreed that a point better be made soon.
"The point I would like to make, Commodore, if I may, is that there was a clear breakdown in command duties, leading to a stressful environment for the crew." A light bulb could be seen popping into Matthew Reynolds's head, and he started speaking out of turn until the Judge quieted him by threatening to return him to the brig.
"As I was saying, Commander, were you presented with any problems with personnel on the USS Jefferson during the time the fighters were aboard? Before you answer, I would like to submit a security report submitted by a Mr. Robert Sharp. He was the previous Chief Tactical/Security Officer." The submission was on the list, but the actual verbal submission was meant to jog the hostile witness's memory. "It seems to me, you had people violating security protocol all over the ship." He could feel Matthew nibble on the end of the line.
Commander Reynolds defended himself, with Dunn asking intermittent questions. What eventually sifted out was that Matthew Reynolds had performed his duties, felt he exceeded expectations, and while there were a few sore spots in personnel, he handled them appropriately.
"All of these problems while trying to keep the fighters a secret, and testing them- It must have been stressful!"
"Yes, it was very stressful!" he replied.
That was all Dunn wanted to hear. He got his catch. "No further questions."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2007 13:33:40 GMT
Megan had immediately returned to her quarters after leaving the courtroom. The Lieutenant was far too jittery to speak to anyone, even the members of her staff working in the science labs. The pressure she felt seemed to mount with every moment the trial proceeded, increasing her intense desire to escape. The hours in the observation room that morning had worn the frayed control over emotions thinner still, until the science officer felt she would scream if the pressure didn’t lessen. Having so much at stake resting solely on this one moment was terrifying.
Upon entering her quarters, the calm exterior was shattered as Megan almost instantly began to run her hand over her forehead as if somehow that motion would release the pressure she was feeling, as well as her building headache. Without realizing what she was doing, the Lieutenant resumed pacing the identical path she had begun before the trial, back and forth across the carpet from the replicator on one side to the bulkhead on the other, one foot in front of the other, counting the steps it took to cross the room, anything to keep order.
For what felt like the hundredth time since leaving her quarters for the trial only a few short hours ago, Megan desperately wanted to go swimming or running. What she wanted was just to feel in control of something and to get rid of all the nervous energy that sitting perfectly still created inside her every moment she remained calm. What the science officer really wanted to do was hit something, someone. That thought halted her steps for a moment, as she decided next time she had a chance, she would run a combat training program on the holodeck.
As she resumed pacing, Megan’s mind began to wrestle once more with the thoughts that had plagued her since this trial began. Could she have fought harder to keep this from happening? Was the AI really to blame or was she? It was something that had been replayed again and again in her tortured mind. While the majority was determined that she was not to blame, as even thinking back it felt like another person, the tiniest spark of doubt ate away at her, churning in the back of her mind, threatening to tear her perfectly calm, orderly world apart.
Between the blind panic, intense guilt, and consuming worry, a moment of clarity burst through like a ray of sunlight through an overcast sky. This had been out of her control, completely out of character, and something that never would have happened without an outside influence. Megan knew she was right, and she would fight this court martial with everything she had to get her name cleared. She would move past this to have the career she was born to have, and no prejudiced judge or overzealous prosecutor would stand in her way.
Her steps halted, and for the first time since boarding the Jefferson, Megan relaxed into her usual stance, head held high, shoulders back, spine straight. She had been in far graver situations than this and gotten through. This would be no different than any mission she had undertaken, and the results would be just as positive, with the exception of a few situations of course. Determination dispelling doubt, the Lieutenant moved to the replicator. If she was going to fight this with everything she had, she was going to have to eat something.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 18, 2007 15:55:52 GMT
Matt couldn't help but feel as he had fallen into a trap and screwed them all over. The questions that were asked of him were misleading. Serving as the first officer of such a huge ship was definitely stressful and if anyone said otherwise was lying. The discipline problem that Bridgeton had alluded to were taken care of almost immediately. Matt remembered being rather harsh in doing his duty, but it seemed he was rather laxed.
"No further questions."
"Have you ever served in the capacity of first officer?" Matt asked quite bitterly.
"No I have not," Bridgeton replied.
"Then you will never understand," Matt said as Parker told him to bite his tongue.
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"Commander, do you wish to question the first officer?" Parker asked as he looked at the Jefferson's first officer. He was pleased with Bridgeton's questionings, but he understood the difficulties that he faced. Serving on a ship was very different than serving on a starbase or planet side. Secrets were not easily kept secret and discipline could be a very touchy subject, especially when you knew them on a personal level.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 19, 2007 3:02:33 GMT
Lieutenant Kristin Hope Transporter Chief/Beta Shift Ops Officer USS Jefferson
The fact that the entire senior staff was involved in this trial led to many rumors and whispers among the junior staff. The fact that Kristin was dating the first officer meant that everyone came to her for information. The fact that she didn't know anything meant nothing to them. Gossip ruled the ship and speculation reign supreme. By now everyone knew that Matt and the J'Varr had been put in the brig by Commodore Parker. It seemed that the Commodore had insulted J'Varr by calling him a stupid cat and insulted Matt's mother. It dawned on her that everyone knew the exact details of what had happened even though the proceedings and anything related to it had been deemed confidential.
"Lt. how long is this trial going to last?" Landers asked.
"How am I supposed to know Marla?" Kristin asked," you're the counselor not me."
"Well according to Jeff, Colonel Stone and the doctor have been questioned already," Marla said," I think Matt is being questioned as we speak."
"And how does Jeff know," Kristin asked her attention now fully on the conversation.
"He just does," Chen said from his stationed," Wilson should know. Jeff and him play Velocity together every Tuesday and Friday."
"Commander Hayes, I thought that you played with them on Tuesdays?" Kristin asked.
"I do, but trust me I don't know anything," Hayes replied not caring that none of them were actually performing their duties," I wonder what the Colonel would say if he saw us right now?"
"This is a most illogical use of our time," T'Nar said from his science station, but even he was interested in the happenings of the trial.
"Don't lie T'Nar we all know that you want this to end as much as we," Kristin said laughing. It had been meant as a joke, but there was truth in her words. The Jefferson crew was becoming restless. With nothing to do, it had become common to miss a shift. This would not reach the ears of any of the senior staff, but even Kristin realized that this was not good for them.
Her department had nothing to do and she was assigning them task in engineering, medical, and astrometrics. They all knew what she was doing, but she hoped that they would learn some knew things and hopefully enjoy some of it too.
"Alright everyone, lets get back to those test," Hayes said as he turned his attention to the controls in front of him.
OOC: All the characters used in this post are the NPC's found on our list. If any of you wish to add some please let Zhuk or myself know.
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Post by tagert on Sept 19, 2007 4:10:19 GMT
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As if on cue, Nathan arrived on the bridge with one of those new crew members. "Colonel Hrisvalar, I've someone here to see you. An Ensign named Tagert; he seems to be our new navigator?" Zhukarak looked at the young pilot and offered his hand as he stood. “Welcome to the Jefferson. Unfortunately you’re not going to be getting your hands on her controls anytime soon, but you can familiarize yourself with her controls using the holodeck.”
"Yes sir." Tom retorted. "Dismissed." Tom walked to the turbolift directly at the rear of the bridge. wondering what could be going on or could have happened to merit a court marshal, the CO looked stressed. What ever it was it must have been bad tom thought. As the lift doors closed he decided to go to his quarters and get some sleep.
T.J. walked down the coridor, then in to his quarters and fell onto the bed and went strait to sleep. *transporter beams wash over your minds eye as we move into a dream sequence.* There is a group of cadets............A transporter terminal in the middle of a field.............a group of cadets move to wards a transporter terminal in the middle of a field.........the sky is dark........the clouds are white..........maybe gray.........clouds move fast.........everyone blinks fast.............faster...faster...faster..........the cadets walk down a flight of stares..... there is a transporter terminal at the back of the lab.......A transporter terminal in the middle of a field...a hole in the gound.....the transporter....glass staircase....in the hole a glass staircase....the cadets walk down.... there's a lab..... careful it's a long way.....the stair is glass...the eye is cracked....blood in the dimonds......the stair has a lab at the bottom... the cadets go up....... no.....no.....no.....the eye is cacked......if the bow breaks.....the cadets fall....everything black....everything white....all is black and white.... no four cadets unknown......blood red the diamonds are blood red..................................................................................."uhhh...." T.J. burst awake. He had been having the same dream over and over. Four cadets in old academy uniforms would beam down to a planet T.J. had never seen or herd of, then walk over to a transporter console in the middle of a field then find a hole with a glass stair case and walk down to find a lab with another console down stairs. the cadets would walk up the stairs then the stairs would shatter and the cadets cut up bodies would fall to the ground lifeless. Tom had never seen any of the cadets in the dream, but would try to warn them every time but no mater how hard he try to scream at them they would never hear him. He only could mark it off as stress. and the best way to get rid of that was to try some nav sims. at the holodeck.
Tom striped his uniform off and got cleaned up, then redressed and headed out to the holodeck. It was just down the hall, he walked in and said "Computer what kind of nav simulation do you have available?" "There are 2472 navigational simulations available." "what is the newest?" "Mission 93.0521 Restricted" "well Computer I don't care, just start something that's not restricted." "Initiating" T.J. sat at the console. the Andorian captain sat behind him. the rest of the crew in there proper places. or at least he guessed, he hadn't met most of the crew but the ones he seen on the bridge were ones he had seen on the ship, passersby here and there. The ship lurched wildly T.J. grabbed the console. The screen in front of him had a ship on it, some type of federation fighter, He quickly moved to try and dodge some of the fire but the computer had somehow new he was paying attention now and concentrated it's fire in his new projected course. the weapons officer was shooting at the fighter but with no luck, he missed every shot, this was a hard program. T.J. used maneuver after maneuver, but to no avail, the computer was just to good. the shields fell and the Sim was over, the newly Lt. jg sat in the chair and wanted another turn. he tried over and over again, still no luck. T.J. was getting frustrated. "Computer end program!" He barked. But the Andorian sat there staring at him, the look was almost one of cynicisms. That really set T.J. off he punched the wall of the holodeck as he stormed off, but the holodeck stayed on. He reported it to the ops. man. and headed to the mess hall to get him some 18:00 hrs. Breakfast. (man i'm really going to have to go to bed tonight and stay asleep till morning.) He looked across the sea of tables and chairs, not finding a familiar face he grabbed a plate of chicken and yellow rice and headed to an empty table to eat and sulk after his loss in the holodeck. he filled his mouth full of rice and chicken and chewed. Not like mamas, but not bad.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2007 19:29:05 GMT
Rankin spent a few minutes with Major Johnson in the mess and then returned to the Conference room. Johnson had not been very talkative, Rankin felt he had just been being polite to him not wanting to appear rude. Arriving back at the Conference room hosting the Court Martial it was Bridgeton’s turn to call his next witness, Commander Reynolds.
Rankin had endured Major Bridgeton’s questioning of the XO for long enough, Bridgeton was making the point that the mission was stressful for the Jefferson and her crew. But surely every mission was stressful for all the crew, Rankin believed that this mission was not out of the ordinary for the Jefferson and StarFleet officers had training in stress management to cope with such environments. Bridgeton monotonously drove his point into the entire court room and Judge Parker and then said the words everyone had been waiting for: "No further questions." Everyone seemed to sigh in relief simultaneously.
Parker thanked Major Bridgeton and turned to Rankin; "Commander, do you wish to question the first officer?"
Rankin nodded, “Yes Sir” Raising himself from his seat.
“Commodore, I do not know if the prosecution has ever served on a starship but at the best of times it can be a stressful environment.” Rankin smirked, a joke at the expense of the prosecution Judge Parker did not look amused and Rankin quickly continued.
“Commander Reynolds, would you categorise your previous mission as one of the most stressful missions during your time in StarFleet?” Turning to Reynolds.
“Stress comes with the job, but it was no more stressful than usual.” Reynolds answered, confirming Rankin’s believe. Rankin continued his questioning; “Commander how did you feel when you were piloting the fighters?”
The Commander began explaining his time in the fighters and how he lost track of time and ignored the hails from the Jefferson to return to the ship…
“And Finally Commander, do you believe you were fully in control of your actions or did you feel like you were being controlled or influenced?”
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Once Commander Reynolds had finished, Rankin turned to Judge Parker; “No further questions, Commodore.” He said as he returned to his seat.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 20, 2007 0:22:20 GMT
“And Finally Commander, do you believe you were fully in control of your actions or did you feel like you were being controlled or influenced?”
"For the most part I was in control, but I have to admit that I was craving the pilot's chair like never before," Matt said uncomfortably," I've been flying for a very long time and I've never felt the rush that I did when I commanded the XF-4. After my initial trial run, it was the only thing I could think about."
Once Commander Reynolds had finished, Rankin turned to Judge Parker; “No further questions, Commodore.” He said as he returned to his seat.
"Commander, you are excused," Parker said as he looked at Bridgeton," Major does the prosecution rest?"
(Tag Bridgeton)
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