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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2007 15:46:39 GMT
Rankin sat at his assigned defence table to begin with the defence’s case. Rankin was still unsure of what his opening gambit should be, whether or not to call Megan or Cyle first. It was something he carefully pondered as most of the senior staff of the USS Jefferson had returned to the Conference room for the resumption of the Proceedings. Rankin had a careful glance at the defendants, deciding that Major Johnson looked the more composed of the two, Rankin decided to call him first when prompted to by Judge Parker.
Once everyone necessary to continue with the trial had entered the room, Rankin waited for the instruction to call his first witness and begin the defence of the Jefferson and her crew. As Parker brought the trial to order, he turned to Rankin and instructed him to begin; "Whenever you're ready,"
“Thank you, Commodore.” Rankin began
“The Defence calls Major Cyle Johnson, Senior Marine Officer.”
Rankin watched as Major Johnson made the solitary walk to the witness stand for the questioning to begin.
“Major, could you kindly recall the Jefferson’s last mission for me in particular your contact with the fighters?”
“Did you feel your temperament was altered? Let me rephrase were you feeling like yourself?”
“Were you responsible for the destruction of the Fighters?”
“Why did you do it Major? Did you feel under the influence of the fighters or were you being insubordinate?”
Rankin decided to take a harsher line in his questioning, he felt that Major Johnson would respond better to direct questions. Rankin paused for breathe as he waited for the Major’s response.
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Post by tamara on Oct 11, 2007 22:10:08 GMT
Tamara had been on an active bridge before, but this one was different. Instead of cadets training for their a practical examination, the room contained highly trained officers. There was no tension or nervousness in the room, something that the counselor noted with satisfaction.
"Big place, isn't it?" she said to Nathan. She was awestruck at every turn. It was almost like a small city, being aboard this ship. The ship's automated systems even had capabilities aside from space travel that an Earth city didn't. It would take some getting used to, naturally, but Tamara would easily be able to call this place home for her stint in Starfleet.
"Well, no Colonel here." She said, showing her disappointment by making her lips stretch to the side. "I'm glad you brought me here though, Nathan. This place never seems to stop fascinating me." Her expression was not quite that of a child in a candy store, but the glazed look in her eyes showed her excitement. It also showed a bit of being overwhelmed.
Nathan suggested Sickbay, which sounded fine to Tamara at the moment. "How about I take you to sickbay. We'll see how well I remember this place." She still referred to the ship as a place, not an object. The shear size of the USS Jefferson did not translate immediately to mobility in the counselor's subconscious.
"On the way to the bridge, you were telling me about the trial you have been enduring. I keep hearing people talking about it, here and there. What is this all about?" She knew she wasn't going to get much information out of the doctor, though, since the material was classified, and she had no need to know.
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"I certainly do understand." She didn't mind being in the dark. She was not driven to be the gossip queen, or fact finder. Her curiosity simply got sparked every once in awhile.
"Let me ask you this, then," she said, getting into the turbolift. She told the computer which level to travel to, and it stated to move. "You seem pretty down on yourself for your performance as a witness." She assumed he was a witness. Surely such a good natured fellow like himself would be wrapped up in a Court Marshall. Plus, the mere fact that he was a civilian meant that a Court Marshall hearing would not apply to him, but rather a civilian trial. She had counseled a few prisoners of civilian trials. They were not nearly as bad. "Will you consider talking through your aggression with me, whenever you feel comfortable doing so that is." He had not shown aggression to the new Counselor. In fact, he had shown quite the opposite. But Tamara could see a bit of anger that broiled in the back of Nathan's mind, whether Nathan could see it or not.
She tried hard not to sound pushy. Her intent was to be present if she was needed, not to create problems so that she would have to be needed. If Nathan were to decline, she would let it go.
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They entered sickbay, where Hannah was waiting. "Time for your physical!" she announced in a jovial tone.
Tamara was a rare breed, in that she did not mine routine medical examinations. She had relatively good health; her husband was a doctor, and not to sound too Vulcan-like - being scared of a routine physical was simply 'not logical'. "Ready," she said as she turned around to sit on the bio-bed. Nathan turned to leave to give the two privacy, as Hannah did her examination.
The examination went rather quickly, with only one interruption as Nathan made mention that he had to go back to the conference room. The trial was resuming.
"No problem, Doctor. As soon as I'm finished here I'm going to go back to my quarters anyway. Tell the rest of the staff that if they need someone to talk to, I'm available." She leaned over to pretend like she was telling him a secret, "just don't tell them that I have their medical records yet," she smiled. "Nobody likes it when I know that much about them without actually meeting them first." She watched the Doctor leave after exchanging goodbyes.
"You are all set, Miss," Hannah said, pleased with the routineness of the procedure. "Everything is within Starfleet standards."
Tamara hopped off the bio-bed and thanked Hannah. "You should stop by my office sometime. I notice there are not a lot of us girls around here. A science officer, a few nurses like yourself... but not many compared to the number of males making up the crew compliment. We she should start our own little club!" She normally didn't come off so girly, but she figured it would probably be welcomed warmly in such a masculine environment.
Hannah gave a gratuitous chuckle at the comment, but did not make effort to state whether she thought it was a good idea or not. Tamara realized that the woman still had a lot of work to do, and decided it was probably best to get out of her hair. She would go back to her quarters and start unpacking. "I'll see you around, Hannah!" she said, repeating Hannah's name multiple times as she left sickbay so it would be committed to memory as she headed back to her room.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Oct 12, 2007 9:28:07 GMT
Zhukarak couldn’t believe what he had seen in Engineering. As soon as the entity had been destroyed, Zhuk made a request for a site to site transfer to his quarters. Theel’zhiin flapped his wings in greeting but soon sensed the dismay of his master.
He had finally believed it. The AI had become alive somehow and it had affected his actions during the mission, as well as those of his crew that had been in close proximity to it. Zhuk was actually happy that T’Ress destroyed it, and yet there was remorse at the destruction of a new life form.
The call came through as Admiral Parker had requested Zhuk’s presence in the courtroom. The lawyers did their little back and forth, surprisingly contesting the Admiral’s actions about having done his own little investigation. Finally they had all come to an agreement and the proceedings went on. Cyle was now on the stand. Zhukarak knew this wasn’t going to end well for someone. Someone was going to pay.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 12:13:33 GMT
OOC: sorry for not posting for awhile, was flying across the world(no really, i was)
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Cyle had returned to his room after the ordeal in engineering and was standing in front of a mirror, looking at the fresh scar on his chest. 'damned AI' he thought to himself as he headed into the shower to clean up and get dressed. Although he had not had much sleep that day, he was somewhat well rested and ready to go after the sonic shower.
"water" He said into the replicator, rubbing his eyes momentarily before grabbing the glass of water and walking over to his clothing chest. Placing the water down, he looked around as he received word that the trail would continue in an hour. Getting dressed in his uniform, Cyle gathered his thoughts again and left.
When he arrived, he sat down near the center isle, knowing that today he would be called to the stand, either before or after Megan. He watched as the others entered and took there own seats, and then looked at Zhuk, who looked back at him. Cyle turned away to look at Megan, who was a bit less composed as he, but all together she was just as ready as he was. "Whenever you're ready,"
“Thank you, Commodore.” Rankin began
“The Defense calls Major Cyle Johnson, Senior Marine Officer.” Cyle felt the eyes of most everyone in the room as he stood and walked steadily to the witness stand. He poured himself a glass of water, and set it down without taking a drink. “Major, could you kindly recall the Jefferson’s last mission for me in particular your contact with the fighters?” Cyle nodded and cleared his throat softly before beginning. "I was one of the pilot assigned to fly one of the fighters. XF-1. Myself and Colonel Hrisvalor were the first to test fly the fighters. After the initial test flight, I took my fighter out on my own in order to follow Lt. Sharp, who's fighter had gone into warp. Upon my return, without Lt. Sharp I was ordered into sickbay for an examination by Doctor van Breughel." Cyle stopped for a moment, remembering the rest of the events that he had gone through. He suddenly thought about the way the doctor had brushed his hand across Cyle cheek, and then when the doctor had apologized after the mission. Cyle realized what the doctor had been apologizing for, and with a soft smile he looked at Nathan, and then continued his story.
"I attacked the doctor while in sickbay and was confined to the brig, where a malfunction in the wiring caused a panel to explode and release me." Cyle took care not to mention that Megan had been in the brig when that had happened, in case they may have thought it was her fault. "From the brig i took an access ladder to the armory where i took some charges and then went to the hanger where the fighters were being kept. I told Lt. Garrett to place the charges on the fighters. When we had finished Colonel Hrisvalor ordered us into the fighters for a defensive strike against the Tholians. While in combat, the charges exploded and we were picked up by the doctor in a shuttle." Cyle finished his recollection and waited until Rankin asked another question.
“Did you feel your temperament was altered? Let me rephrase were you feeling like yourself?”
Cyle thought for a moment, placing his words in the way he wished. "It was not that i wasn't feeling myself, but more that I was unable to think before acting." Cyle was satisfied with that answer. “Were you responsible for the destruction of the Fighters?”
"Yes" Cyle replied bluntly, as the question it self was blunt.
“Why did you do it Major? Did you feel under the influence of the fighters or were you being insubordinate?” "neither." Cyle said, and looked up as Rankin asked again. "please elaborate" "i was never told not to destroy the fighters and as i said earlier, it wasn't like i wasn't feeling like myself, but more that i acted without thinking first. And, As a marine, we are taught to protect ourselves, as well as others, sometimes without thinking. Did i destroy the fighters, Yes. Why? i guess my mind thought of them as an enemy, a threat to my safety, and the safety of my crew mates." Cyle sat and waited for the next set of questions to come his way.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 14:28:39 GMT
After asking Major Johnson to elaborate on his point he listened to the Major’s answer;
"i was never told not to destroy the fighters and as i said earlier, it wasn't like i wasn't feeling like myself, but more that i acted without thinking first. And, As a marine, we are taught to protect ourselves, as well as others, sometimes without thinking. Did i destroy the fighters, Yes. Why? i guess my mind thought of them as an enemy, a threat to my safety, and the safety of my crew mates."
Rankin nodded as the Major finished and approached the witness stand; Rankin fired more questions at the Major. Johnson’s resolve had impressed Rankin, from what he had read the Major was temperamental and Rankin had feared that the Major would have cracked under questioning.
“So you recognised that the fighters were a threat to yourself and your crewmates?”
“Do you regret your actions Major?”
“Major do you feel you acted appropriately as a Starfleet Officer?”
(Tag Cyle)
Rankin stood at the witness stand as Johnson answered his questions, with the Major’s testimony Rankin was trying to show he had acted in a manner befitting an Officer of StarFleet. Rankin knew Bridgeton would challenge this when he got his time to cross examine Johnson and maybe he would disprove it but Johnson’s honesty and sincerity would go a long way to dispelling that.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 19:57:17 GMT
Nathan sighed and stopped walking. "Something happened last mission which had everyone on this senior staff acting strangely, including myself. Experimental fighters were destroyed so now Starfleet is trying to assign blame through a trial. That's really all I can say about it." He continued walking, relieved the counselor didn't press the issue.
So far, he rather liked the new counselor, she didn't seem the digging type previous counselors had been, but she would never be Raleva. He figured this woman could possibly become one of the few friends he had, especially since she was close to his own age though she had a teenage son, where his son was barely out of kindergarten.
Together, they walked into sickbay, where he handed Tamara over to Hannah. "Keep her amused would you Hannah? Make her feel welcome? She's not your usual counselor, I've discovered. She hasn't asked any awkward questions at all."
The Human doctor had visibly relaxed around the counselor, though he hadn't let his guard down completely. Regarding his choice of partners and the lack of a mother for Freddy he had been anxiously silent and evasive where needed. And he wouldn't as long as Stone was aboard the ship, and he had rather grown to like their current marine chief.
"I have to return to the trials," he apologised, "you are welcome to attend them as you are the counselor and a crewmember now." He shrugged. "You don't have to, but I do. Moral support and such. Cyle's on the stand now and I need to be there."
Nathan walked into the room just as Fitch asked Cyle his last questions. Nodding an encouragement to the marine, Nathan took his seat next to Megan and T'Ress. "How is he doing so far?" he whispered softly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 20:28:51 GMT
Nathan walked into the room just as Fitch asked Cyle his last questions. Nodding an encouragement to the marine, Nathan took his seat next to Megan and T'Ress. "How is he doing so far?" he whispered softly.
The feline leaned over slowly, purring in his speech as usual whilst his tail beat against the back of the chair that he was seated into.
"Doctor...he's...shall I say, rather ill. It's some sort of virus, though I'm not sure what's he contracted. I have become nervous as to the condition of his health - it's permanently failing it would seem. If I were in administration, I would order a retrial for his sake...meerow."
The felinoid engineer then took his seat more comfortably, leaning softly into it while remaining silent and well reserved. As with Finch, this was not the same T'Ress who had felt a hot-headed reserve. Though Caitians are known for their calm demeanor and respect for a spirit of cooperation, T'Ress earlier had felt as though his ship were being mocked.
After all, as Chief Engineer, the ship IS his, isn't it?
He leaned back once more with these thoughts being pushed out of his head by that aforementioned cooperative spirit, and with a quite purr, he cautiously awaited his chance to be called to the stand and finally allow the exhibit of the entity to enter official status into the trial and thus prove exactly what he had been attempting to prove for some time now.
With a shut of the eyes, the Caitian continued to suppress any further thoughts through his racial disposition.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2007 3:20:35 GMT
Megan hadn’t been asleep for very long when the call had come in that trial was going to be restarting. Groaning in frustration, the science officer actually reset the alarm and went back to sleep for another half hour before getting up, getting ready, and heading back to the conference room. She was still tired, but she didn’t have much of a choice as she could easily be called to the stand next.
Entering the courtroom careful to avoid eye contract with Stone, Megan sat next to Cyle and waited, slightly nervous at the prospect of testifying. She knew what had happened, knew what she had to say, but didn’t know if it would be able to save her from potential prosecution. All she could do was tell the truth…
When Cyle was called instead, Megan breathed a sigh of relief, though she felt nervous for her fellow crewmember. The Marine remained perfectly calm, answering each question that was asked but not providing any information other than was strictly necessary. He was protecting her, and while the science officer was grateful, she hoped it wouldn’t make things any worse for him…
As Nathan slipped into the courtroom and quietly took a seat between herself and Lieutenant T’Ress, Megan heard him whisper something, but ignored it wanting to catch every word of testimony. J’Varr’s whispered reply also went unheard by the science officer. The rest of her life, her career rested on every moment and every word that was spoken, and she didn’t dare miss anything. Her turn was coming, probably next, and that thought alone made her head spin and her stomach turn, and in a very rare moment, Megan was scared…
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Post by tamara on Oct 15, 2007 2:29:03 GMT
She twirled her wedding ring on her finger as she read her book. The pages on it were browned. It was funny how the the replicators knew that books were a thing of the past, and adjusted their coloring accordingly.
She set it down when the doorchime went off.
"Come in." she said. There was no answer.
"Come in!!" she said again, getting up to let the timid patient in. Sometimes people needed an extra push, or an extra welcoming smile to make it across the threshold. Then again, this wasn't her office either. When she realized it, it piqued her curiosity, and she stepped up her pace to do the door.
It opened, nobody was there. She walked into the hallway, looked left, looked right, and found nobody. She heard giggling from behind the nearest bulkhead though.. It was that of a child.
"I guess nobody is here!" she said extra audibly, "I'm just going to go back to my book, then." She pretended to walk into her room, and waited for the doors to shut. A few moments later, the little boy came from his hiding spot, running straight into Counselor Thompson's legs.
"And where do you think you are going?" she asked, holding his hand so he couldn't run. It wasn't a forceful grab. If the boy tried, he would get away.
"I .. I.."
"You were going to ring my door again, weren't you," She put her tongue into her cheek to stop herself from laughing. The boy was going to try to backtrack, and he looked so cute trying to do it. "Where are you parents?"
The boy shrugged.
"Well, let's try this, What's your name?"
"Freddy Van Breughel." he said, proudly and boldly. He took his hand back from its captive state in Tamara's grip.
"Ah, Nathan's son. Now that you mention it, you look similar to him." She didn't necessarily see a resemblance, but she didn't have much else to talk to the boy about, to get him to open up.
"Your dad is in a trial right now, and you should be in school, right?"
He shook his head side to side no. "School is canceled until the judge leaves. That's what daddy said his boss said." He said it matter of factly.
"Is that so?" she said, acting amazed. "Well! I guess we'll have to find a way to keep you busy, besides ringing people's doors for fun!" She winked at him.
"Maybe you can show me where people eat around here?" The thought of being able to show someone around the ship, and feeling important, made Freddy jump at the opportunity. He grabbed her hand and started pulling. Tamara couldn't walk fast enough to keep up with his excitement.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2007 13:28:50 GMT
Major Bridgeton shuffled through his papers. It hadn't been as long of a day as he had anticipated, and it was his turn to cross examine the Major.
"Have you had a history of aggression, Major Johnson? I have here a PADD with some of your previous record in case your memory needs some help." the prosecutor set down the PADD in front of Cyle, turning it so the Marine could read it. Johnson did so before responding.
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"Am I correct when I say that you have voluntarily checked yourself into anger management courses?" The PADD confirmed what Dunn was getting at, and Cyle had no wiggle room.
<tag Major Johnson>
"How well do you handle stress, Major?"
<tag Major Johnson>
Bridgeton turned and picked up his dictaphone. It had written out the testimony that Johnson had given, and he sought it so he could replay some of his words.
"I'm going to play you a little snipped of what you said earlier."
"it wasn't like i wasn't feeling like myself, but more that i acted without thinking first." Bridgeton punched the PADD, causing the replay to stop.
"Does this statement imply that you were feeling yourself, completely in control of your faculties, while in control of your fighter?"
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"I would like to suggest the following, then. You had permission to fly the XF-1, but not permission to fly it after Sharp. The enormous amount of stress this ship has put on you was only intensified when your ship's counselor left in the middle of your mission. You were angry. Angry that Sharp took off in the fighters. Angry that you had nobody to confide in. Angry that the science officer breached orders. Your empty headedness due to anger swayed your decision in destroying those fires. At least, it could have." He cleared his throat. The best part about cross examining was the ability to lead the witness without recourse. The bad part was, usually the witness one was leading was against your lines of questioning one hundred percent.
"Could your emotional state have affected your work, Major?"
Dunn only allowed a yes or no answer.
<tag Major Johnson>
"Well, certainly you were out of your normal state of mind. You said so yourself, isn't that true?"
Again, only a one word answer, cutting Cyle off as he tried to say more.
<tag Major Johnson>
After a few more minutes of back and forth testimony, most of which adding up to nothing significant, Dunn felt he had driven his point home. The Major was under a lot of stress, and he acted rashly, without considering the lives of others.
"I rest my case, sir. I would like to reserve the right to cross examine, though, if new evidence is submitted"
Parker nodded. Nothing unusual about that request. With a bang of the symbolic gavel, he dismissed Johnson and Fitch called his next witness.
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Post by tamara on Oct 16, 2007 22:17:19 GMT
"Haven't we already gone this way?" she said, no longer thrilled with the young boy's sense of direction.
"No! It just looks the same."
Tamara couldn't tell if he were lying to her, or if her sense of presence was a touch off. "Well, young man, I'm a bit older than you are... If we go much longer, I will need to rest."
Freddy paid no attention as he yanked her arm to the right... then to the left... then to the left again... as they rounded bulk heads and corners. Their destination was supposed to be some sort of cafeteria, but Tamara had not seen any sign of one.
Just as she was about to make a final stand- a pleasant one albeit- they arrived at the doors. "We're here!" Freddy said, proud of his navigation skills.
"Was that the fastest way here?" the counselor asked.
He ignored her as he pulled her in. It was a rather large room. She imagined it would have to be if it were to feed as many people as the ship had aboard.
"Where do we go to get food?" The walk had sparked Tamara's appetite.
"Overrrr here...." Freddy said, rolling his eyes. "Haven't you lived on a Starship before?"
Tamara giggled. The thought of this little boy knowing more about something as grown-up as a Starship struck a chord of irony in her. Here she had lived all her life, a learned person, having a husband whose profession was medicine, as well as her obtaining multiple degrees in counseling, and yet she was being shown up by pre-adolescence.
"I suppose not! Why do you think I need your help to get everywhere?" She really didn't need his help. She wasn't an imbecile. She knew how to use a ship's computer. The benefit of talking to the boy, though, was that his innocence was able to speak volumes. Tamara had acquired a lot of insight into Nathan Van Breughel's personality through the stories the boy told along the twisted path to the cafeteria.
"How about I use some of my replicator rations to get you a piece of chocolate cake!" Dabnus, her son, loved chocolate cake. She decided it would probably make for a good first gesture.
"Ok, but I get to pick what kind!"
"What kind? There's more than one?" Back on Earth, the standard issued model of the replicator in her home had only one chocolate cake recipe that she knew of. "I suppose I don't know my way around a Starship." she reiterated. "Read them off to me!" She acted excited for the boy's sake. Chocolate was a weak spot for her, but she didn't have to have it or anything.
The computer rattled off cake recipes in its normal universally-friendly voice. Freddy selected his favorite, and Tamara selected hers.
The display turned off and the replicator replicated the desserts. The two took them over to a nearby table.
"Your dad, he's not in Starfleet, is he?" the boy shook his head no, but never looked up as he dove bite by bite into the cake. His face had chocolate smears on it, and the cake was being devoured as if it was going to magically dematerialize if it didn't get consumed immediately.
"Why not? How did he get to be the Senior Medical Officer then?"
The boy talked with his mouth full of chocolate cake, replying to the counselor between shovels into his mouth...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2007 11:22:42 GMT
Freddy shook his head why he was still working his way through his piece of chocolate pie. His dad normally wouldn't let him have any during the day but he wasn't going to tell her that. "No he's not Starfleet, but my auntie is. Dad worked in grandpa's practice before moving to assaillant after my auntie's wedding."
"Why not? How did he get to be the Senior Medical Officer then?"
"Dunno," Freddy answered while working away the last crumbs of his pie. Only then did he look up at her. "Dad was assigned here a while ago, but he was moved back to assistant when Doctor Keller came. When the doctor left, dad got his place back. What does senior mean anyway? Dad's a doctor, though before he only had girl patients. Now he's got boys too, and he seems to like it even better lately."
The boy was too young to understand the nature of Tamara's questions. "Why? You're not gonna take it from him are you?" His eyes flashed in sudden anger. "Dad's worked hard to get it back, some of my friends say he shouldn't even be here because it's a military ship. But dad's good at his work, and he's making a lot of people better. And he isn't in trouble now is he?"
His look changed from angry to extremely worried, a frown creasing his forehead. "He doesn't like lawyers and he wasn't happy earlier, when he said he was going to get questioned. He's done nothing wrong!" He cringed when other people started looking their way after his outburst. "Really, he's the best dad in the world...and he's all I have." Tears brimmed his eyes now as he desperately looked up at the woman across the table. "And I like it here, I don't want to go away."
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Post by tagert on Oct 17, 2007 20:17:39 GMT
Tom had witnessed the preamble to the creatures death, If you would call it a death. algorithms and subroutines, photons and force fields all spreading farther away from each other till the program lost all cohesion and dispersed or "Crashed" into non existence. so maybe he didn't see all of that but it was what had happened, he felt nothing for the creature but some of the officers in the room acted like they had just lost a limb still in shock of what had happened. T.J. nodded at the Andorian C.O. and backed his way out of the room heading up wards in the turbo lift to Deck 2 crew quarters just four hours till he was up for his shift.
Log entry: Nav officer personal log, stardate 931017.6 had an encounter with the A.I. today in the holodeck, it attacked myself, the C.O. and the engineer J'Varr (Interesting fellow he looks like a big kitty almost reached out and scratched behind his ear. Wonder how that wold have ended?) the AI was damaged and lost. Well I guess i need to write mama and papa, Still having that dream. End Log...=/\=...
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Post by stone on Oct 18, 2007 10:35:53 GMT
~So…this entity did exist.~ Marshall mused to himself while he was in his guest quarters. He finished up writing his report of the incident in engineering. He was sure the research boys at Starfleet were going to find it interesting. One last push of a button on the smooth terminal and the report was transformed by a security encryption algorithm. He was just in time for the continuation of the trial.
…Courtroom…
Marshall couldn’t help but think that Major Johnson was going to end up paying for this one. Starfleet was indeed not happy about the destruction of those fighters, no matter what the reasons. He couldn’t help but notice how Garrett had become extremely nervous with every question directed at the major. There was more than what her interview had revealed, he was sure of it. Marshall wondered how she would hold up in the stand. It couldn’t be any worse than the captivity training he was sure she had gone through.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2007 8:18:00 GMT
OOC well, looks like i got some posting to do, i am sorry for the lack of posting, kinda been busy getting reacquainted to Italy.
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Rankin nodded as the Major finished and approached the witness stand; Rankin fired more questions at the Major. Johnson’s resolve had impressed Rankin, from what he had read the Major was temperamental and Rankin had feared that the Major would have cracked under questioning.
“So you recognized that the fighters were a threat to yourself and your crew mates?” "thats what i said" Cyle replied, annoyed that he had to repeat himself.
“Do you regret your actions Major?” Cyle thought for a moment trying to make the words come out correctly. ["Do i regret saving the lives of my crew mates and friends...no"
“Major do you feel you acted appropriately as a Star fleet Officer?” Cyle knew this question was going to come eventually, but still did not know how he would answer it. "As a Star fleet Officer? As a marine, we are taught a different way to look at the ordinary, and the extraordinary. So no, i do not feel i acted as a star fleet officer, but as a marine" Cyle waited for a rebuttal he knew was coming. His only hope was that he would be making Zhuk, his mentor and his friend, proud.
Cyle sat back as Rankin finished and the judge called forward Bridgeton, 'one last hill to climb' Cyle thought to himself, as the questions were asked.
Major Bridgeton shuffled through his papers. It hadn't been as long of a day as he had anticipated, and it was his turn to cross examine the Major.
"Have you had a history of aggression, Major Johnson? I have here a PADD with some of your previous record in case your memory needs some help." the prosecutor set down the PADD in front of Cyle, turning it so the Marine could read it. Johnson did so before responding."
"yeah, i guess you could say i have a harsh way of dealing with things" Cyle said, putting his own words into the prosecutor's mouth.
"Am I correct when I say that you have voluntarily checked yourself into anger management courses?" The PADD confirmed what Dunn was getting at, and Cyle had no wiggle room.
" yes" Cyle replied softly. The circumstances of his admission to anger management were more complicated then he cared to discuss in the open.
"How well do you handle stress, Major?"
"better than most, as you can see" Cyle said, indicating how calm he was, while everyone who was watching was either sweating or fidgeting in there seats.
Bridgeton turned and picked up his dictaphone. It had written out the testimony that Johnson had given, and he sought it so he could replay some of his words.
"I'm going to play you a little snipped of what you said earlier."
"it wasn't like i wasn't feeling like myself, but more that i acted without thinking first." Bridgeton punched the PADD, causing the replay to stop.
"Does this statement imply that you were feeling yourself, completely in control of your faculties, while in control of your fighter?"
"yes, i was in complete control of the fighter" Cyle answered, wondering what the major was getting at.
"I would like to suggest the following, then. You had permission to fly the XF-1, but not permission to fly it after Sharp. The enormous amount of stress this ship has put on you was only intensified when your ship's counselor left in the middle of your mission. You were angry. Angry that Sharp took off in the fighters. Angry that you had nobody to confide in. Angry that the science officer breached orders. Your empty headedness due to anger swayed your decision in destroying those fighters. At least, it could have." He cleared his throat. The best part about cross examining was the ability to lead the witness without recourse. The bad part was, usually the witness one was leading was against your lines of questioning one hundred percent.
"Could your emotional state have affected your work, Major?"
Dunn only allowed a yes or no answer.
Cyle listened intently as Bridgeton accused him, knowing he was trying to get him angry so he would blow up and lose control, but Cyle was determined not to let that happen. He looked out at those watching, first at Nathan. Then his eyes moved to Zhuk, and finally rested on Megan. "no" Cyle said, knowing it would slow down Bridgetons "roll." But not slow enough it seemed as the Major prevented him from continuing.
"Well, certainly you were out of your normal state of mind. You said so yourself, isn't that true?"
Again, only a one word answer, cutting Cyle off as he tried to say more.
"no" Cyle said, completely stopping Bridgetons momentum. "what i said was, i acted before thinking. That does not imply that i was out of my normal state. My normal state of mind, involves protecting my crew mates. I thought you were trying to find who was responsible, not trying to find out if my head was on straight." Cyle said, before allowing Bridgeton to continue. "And are you responsible Major?" Cyle answered without even a blink. "Yes"
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OOC sorry Dunn, you cant cut me off that easy.
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Post by tamara on Oct 20, 2007 3:04:41 GMT
The boy's reaction was rash, and not something that Tamara had foreseen, even though she had worked with a countless number of disturbed children.
"Calm down," She said warmly, but sternly. "I'm not going to do any such thing. I'm here to help people, not hurt them." She used her napkin to wipe the tears in his eyes. He sobbed a bit more, but still found time to eat the cake in front of him. The once cheerful boy was returning to his more pleasant state.
One thing was clear, Doctor Thompson had decided. There was something wrong with the home life of the child. He didn't exhibit behavior of normal child. True, he wasn't a normal child. Living in a single parent household- 'ship-hold' if one wanted to coin a term- Freddy had an altogether different experience. There were other children aboard, but not many. It was a functional ship. Children either fit in with the other children, or they were outcasts. Freddy's files back in her office would confirm what group he belonged to, but she imagined that he was well liked, and that it wasn't the issue. He was rather outgoing and friendly. It was hard to believe that he wasn't liked.
His oversensitivity toward his father, however, spoke a few volumes she would expect to find in his counseling record. Nathan was clearly a busy man, and being a non-starfleet member while on a Starfleet ship probably added stress, stress that could easily translate into the home life. Subconsciously children picked up on the faults and fears of their parents. With only one parent to pull from, the imprinting due to Nathan's emotional state would not be countered by that of a spousal partner, or other motherly figure. The missing maternal figure would have to be countered somehow, and Tamara would make appropriate suggestions to Nathan the next time she saw him.
For now, she would need to get the boy back to his quarters. She had learned everything she was going to learn from him, and he had finished his cake.
"Are you ready to head back home? I have grownup work to do." Freddy went expressionless.
"HELPing people." she reassured him. It still didn't cause him to stop his wary eye, but he relented and left with the counselor.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2007 19:39:01 GMT
"But..." His eyes filled with tears again. "What about me?" he asked in a very small voice, peering up at the dark-skinned counselor. "There's no-one home, dad's at the trial. He doesn't like it but he has to be there. I'd much rather stay with you."
He pouted up at her, his lip trembling as he threatened to start crying again. "Can't I stay with you? Please? I don't want to go home to he nanny, she's no fun."
When Tamara just stared at him, he frowned. "She's a hologram, all she tells me to do is be quiet and tend to my homework. She won't play with me and I want to play! Timiny says that his nanny plays with him when his mom has to go to work. But he has his dad coming home not much later. He isn't home alone as much!"
The five-year old sighed miserably. "Sometimes I wish I had a mom," he whispered, "dad never brings home girlfriends." Hope flared when he looked up at the counselor again. "The new science officer...dad seems to like her. Could she be my mom? Could you?"
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Nathan was growing tired of listening to Dunn harass Cyle like he was and he was inclined to rise up and come to the major's defense. A stern look from his commanding officer made him change his mind but he was growing very uneasy. Hadn't his testimony made it clear that no-one was responsible for what they had done? That the AI had been influencing them all?
He shifted restlessly in his seat, then looked up at the science officer. He couldn't remember ever seeing her this nervous before, not even when they were in the pool, being confronted by a very cocky Colonel Stone. Placing his hand carefully on hers, he could feel they were clammy. "Are you all right lieutenant?" he whispered as he leaned in to her, feeling her yank her hand away from his the moment his hand touched hers.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2007 13:38:41 GMT
Dunn sat back in his chair and relaxed. The last few weeks had been rough. The marine he had questioned earlier clearly showed signs of stress. He was not a pleasant fellow in the least. It was quite clear, Bridgeton felt, what drove him to the destruction of these fighters.
Colonel Stone was still in the room. It reminded Dunn of the testimony he gave on the value of these fighters. Fitch hadn't argued their value, which was smart, since it would be hard to prove that they were worthless. Especially with Marshall sitting across from anyone who dared emit such lies.
{{ Speeding things up per orders from colonel hrisvalar. Forgive me for writing for both sides here. }}
Fitch finally subsided the open monologue that he allowed the science officer to profess by asking "Tell us your version of the events." Dunn did not object, even though there was not a direct question.
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Questioning the science officer went as expected. Megan Garret had no new information, and had to be on the defensive the entire time while Major Bridgeton was questioning her. At times, the marine couldn't help but to feel sorry for her. She was a new arrival on the ship, the security situation of the fighters was sub-par at best, and her curiosity got the better of her.
Dunn, however, still did not buy this AI bit. He still hadn't seen evidence presented at the time of the science officer taking the stand. Every time he heard this excuse it emboldened him more to take an offensive posture.
Dunn's final questions for Garrett hit on that point. "You said, earlier, you were effected by an entity contained within the ship. Right?"
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"How did it contact you? Through the cortical transceiver?" Stone had already admitted there was one of those, for interfacing with the ship.
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"We've all seen the graphs of your brain waves... the ones the doctor suggested meant another entity was in control of your thoughts. Are you sure that you weren't imagining this?"
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"Couldn't this also be indicative of a dual personality disorder?"
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"Were you under a lot of pressure when you first arrived?" If the answer was no, Dunn would have gone into a major tirade. Any new recruit was under a lot of pressure.
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"Finally, your initial curiosity, if anything, was not affected by what you call this 'entity', or 'AI'. How do you explain this breach of procedure?"
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Garrett stepped down after her time on the stand. There was just one witness left. J'Varr T'Ress. The angry feline from previous with his miracle evidence. Dunn prepared himself for his testimony, which would be given the following morning.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Oct 23, 2007 17:11:36 GMT
Commodore Henry S. Parker Senior Judge Judge Advocate General's Office
Parker could see that Bridgeton was ready to call Lt. T’Ress to the stand, but there was no need. Parker was ready to make his decision and he would let everyone know that.
"Major Bridgeton, I'm afraid that you will not need to call your last witness to the stand," Parker said as he picked up his gavel," I'll take a ten minute recess and return with my decision. Court is in recess."
His decision to end the proceedings caught everyone off guard, but soon enough the murmurs began between the Jefferson's senior staff. As Parker entered the ready room; he reflected on how hard this trial had been. He also took into account everything that had been said over the last few weeks.
=^=Colonel Hrisvalar please report to the ready room=^=
Parker had decided to inform the Andorian the future of his command and senior staff.
"Yes Commodore," Colonel Hrisvalar said as he entered his ready room.
"I've reached a decision...........
Ten Minutes Later
"After careful consideration and review of all the evidence presented, I have come to the following decision," Parker said looking at everyone present.
"Due to the unusual circumstances around this case and evidence provided to this court all counts finds Colonel Zhukarak Hrisvalar , Commander Matthew Reynolds, and Lt. J’Varr T’Ress not guilty. Furthermore it will be the recommendation of this court that Colonel Hrisvalar be recognized for his leadership of the Jefferson."
(Zhuk, T’Ress, Dunn, and Bridgeton)
"Megan Garrett you are hereby found guilty on the second count of failing to follow orders and aiding in the destruction of classified property. With the recommendation of your commanding officer in mind, you are hereby confined to the brig for fifteen days, followed by thirty days confined to your quarters when not on duty."
(Megan)
Parker was ready to issue his judgment on Major Cycle Johnson, but the punishment wouldn't fit the crime. It was only due to the conversation with Colonel Hrisvalar that Johnson would continue to serve in the Marine Corp.
"Commodore, you know how hard it is to find good marines," Hrisvalar said as he was informed of Parker's decision to imprison Johnson for the next five years and then be dishonorably discharged..
"Colonel, you more than anyone should appreciate my position. You are a marine, sworn to follow orders," Parker replied.
"Yes, I am a marine and my first duty is to save my men, Johnson even though he was wrong in his actions believed that he was saving his men," Hrisvalar replied," I would kill for my men. Johnson isn't perfect, but just look at his record. Commodore Jira and Admiral Lin have both put commendations into his profile. I cannot loose someone with his experience and Starfleet shouldn't either."
"Major Cycle Johnson, you are hereby found guilty on all counts," Parker said which immediately caused an outcry from Lt. T’Ress and the Doctor," Silence!. Furthermore you are stripped of you commission as Major and demoted the rank of First Sergeant. You will also be confined to the brig for a maximum of 100 days. I'll leave that decision to your commanding officer."
(Cyle)
"I don't have to tell anyone that all proceedings from this court martial are to be kept classified," Parker said," this Court Martial is now adjourned."
That is the End of the Mission, but please feel free to reply to the post and express your thoughts
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Post by stone on Oct 24, 2007 10:36:31 GMT
When Garrett had been called to the stand, Marshall could only watch her with mixed curiosity. At one point she seemed to be confident, and yet she was overly nervous.
The questioning of T’Ress’s entity came up again, the one that most of the senior staff had actually witnessed in engineering. However, Marshall had been able to keep this incident classified, with help and influence from higher ranks within Starfleet. Anything that had been witnessed in engineering was not to be talked about to anyone else who had not witnessed it, which included the judge and the lawyers present.
The one individual disturbed the most by this news was the chief engineer, T’Ress. Luckily he didn’t have to testify and now contradict his own earlier assertions. It surely would have made him look like a fool. No, the Judge had heard enough and after a short recess he returned to make his ruling.
Marshall’s only surprise was the ultimate outcome of Major, now First Sergeant, Johnson, his record and his CO being the only things saving his career. He was lucky indeed, Marshall thought. Court was now adjourned; lockdown would be lifted in a couple of hours after all court data was successfully secured.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2007 12:49:36 GMT
Rankin’s case had taken a dent with J’Varr’s evidence having been deemed confidential, how ridiculous Rankin raged. Confidential, what the hell was StarFleet doing? First he is assigned to this case and when he actually has the chance of winning he has his arms tied behind his back. Rankin was furious, he was beginning to call his duty into question… but he had to continue with his job. At least until the end of the trial!
During a short recess, StarFleet had contacted Rankin with the news that J’Varr would not be giving evidence as part of the trial. Rankin had spoken to the caitian quickly before he returned to the courtroom, this trial was to be his last. Rankin had argued with the Judge Advocate General to the point where his commission was to be removed upon the conclusion of the trial.
“I’m sorry, J’Varr. Your testimony is to be written as a confidential report to StarFleet and you will not be asked to the witness stand. I have argued with the Judge Advocate General to the point where I have been relieved off my duties after this trial. I believe you and the Jefferson’s crew acted with honour and dignity on your last mission despite what StarFleet chooses to believe.”
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Rankin patted the Caitian officer on his shoulder and made his way back to the courtroom.
Rankin returned to the courtroom dejected and called Megan Garret to the stand, she would be the last witness for the Defence now that J’Varr could not testify.
“The Defense calls Megan Garret to the stand.” Rankin affirmed in an unconvincing tone. By now news of StarFleet’s orders would have spread throughout the ship and Rankin felt that the trial had become a farce.
Rankin began with his usual line of questioning… “Tell us your version of the events of your last mission."
“Do you think you acted in the best interests of the Jefferson and her crew?”
“Were you ordered to destroy the fighters by Major Johnson?”
“And finally, did you feel under the influence of an artificial entity from within the fighters?”
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Rankin finished his last question and saw Judge Parker give him a disapproving look, he was certain Parker knew of his fate but it would not stop Rankin from doing what he thought was right. Rankin passed the witness to Bridgeton as the prosecutor began his questions, Rankin was sat quietly in his seat, he was almost certain of what the verdict would be and it would be a grave miscarriage of justice!
Once Bridgeton had finished his questioning, Rankin stood up to close the case of the Defence. Rankin summed up his case mentioning the entity only briefly as each time he did he was cast a glare from Judge Parker. As Parker began to speak, Rankin knew what was coming…
"I'll take a ten minute recess and return with my decision. Court is in recess."
Rankin remained in his seat and watched as Judge Parker left the room accompanied by Colonel Hrisvalar. Returning Judge Parker tapped his gavel, to signify that he was ready to deliver his verdict.
"After careful consideration and review of all the evidence presented, I have come to the following decision… Due to the unusual circumstances around this case and evidence provided to this court all counts finds Colonel Zhukarak Hrisvalar , Commander Matthew Reynolds, and Lt. J’Varr T’Ress not guilty… Megan Garrett you are hereby found guilty on the second count of failing to follow orders and aiding in the destruction of classified property…"Major Cycle Johnson, you are hereby found guilty on all counts… Furthermore you are stripped of you commission as Major and demoted the rank of First Sergeant. You will also be confined to the brig for a maximum of 100 days.”
Rankin could not believe the verdict, it could have been a lot worse. However, he was still incensed by the verdict given to Major Johnson. Garret’s punishment fitted the crime, but for Johnson there was a demotion and considerable dishonour. Especially as a marine. Rankin shook his head, but his hands were tied – he had already lost his own job as of now he was no longer a Special Defense Attorney and unsure of where his life may lead him next.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2007 15:43:35 GMT
Cyle listened to the rest of the trial with little interest, he knew his words were all that the judge needed to hear, and the rest was just "icing on the cake" as they say. He stayed in the same area he had been sitting the entire time, while waiting for the judge's recess to end. When he came out Cyle stood along with the others who were accused. By this time a few security officers showed up, just in case they were needed.
"After careful consideration and review of all the evidence presented, I have come to the following decision," Parker said looking at everyone present.
"Due to the unusual circumstances around this case and evidence provided to this court all counts finds Colonel Zhukarak Hrisvalar , Commander Matthew Reynolds, and Lt. J’Varr T’Ress not guilty. Furthermore it will be the recommendation of this court that Colonel Hrisvalar be recognized for his leadership of the Jefferson."
"Megan Garrett you are hereby found guilty on the second count of failing to follow orders and aiding in the destruction of classified property. With the recommendation of your commanding officer in mind, you are hereby confined to the brig for fifteen days, followed by thirty days confined to your quarters when not on duty."
Parker was ready to issue his judgment on Major Cycle Johnson, but the punishment wouldn't fit the crime. It was only due to the conversation with Colonel Hrisvalar that Johnson would continue to serve in the Marine Corp.
"Major Cycle Johnson, you are hereby found guilty on all counts," Parker said which immediately caused an outcry from Lt. T’Ress and the Doctor," Silence!. Furthermore you are stripped of you commission as Major and demoted the rank of First Sergeant. You will also be confined to the brig for a maximum of 100 days. I'll leave that decision to your commanding officer.
"I don't have to tell anyone that all proceedings from this court martial are to be kept classified," Parker said," this Court Martial is now adjourned."
Cyle was hardly shocked, he knew what he was doing when he did it, but he was interested to know he was still a marine. He had been expecting a complete loss of rank, and envisioned himself standing in civilian clothes the rest of his life. Cyle didn't waste any time as he removed the pips from his collar and followed the security officers out the door. When the doors opened Cyle walked behind the two officers past a line of marine who were waiting outside. They were standing shoulder to shoulder against the wall, and all at once they smartly stood at attention and waited as the dishonored marine was lead away.
Cyle calmly walked behind the two security officers as they entered the brig. Inside his cell was a pair of regular clothes, which he put on in silence and handed over his uniform to one of the officers. Taking a seat on the slab, he closed his eyes and sighed as he waited for what he knew was going to come, sympathy.
OOC unless im mistaken, its 1st Lieutenant, not 1st Sergeant
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2007 15:58:19 GMT
"Due to the unusual circumstances around this case and evidence provided to this court all counts finds Colonel Zhukarak Hrisvalar , Commander Matthew Reynolds, and Lt. J’Varr T’Ress not guilty. Furthermore it will be the recommendation of this court that Colonel Hrisvalar be recognized for his leadership of the Jefferson."
The Caitian softly purred, exhaling a sigh of relief. Amongst the incessant arguing and his own actions that were clearly out of line, he at one point was absolutely sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was going to be put on a freighter that was bound for Elba II.
"Megan Garrett you are hereby found guilty on the second count of failing to follow orders and aiding in the destruction of classified property. With the recommendation of your commanding officer in mind, you are hereby confined to the brig for fifteen days, followed by thirty days confined to your quarters when not on duty."
His carefully chosen reprieve was apparently short lived, however. He, despite Megan's own opinions, felt that she was a good friend of his and that she acted totally within the lines of requirements. Being an obsessed student of the 2290s, he recalled the fact that the Enterprise-A command was not tried for violating orders to be decommissioned when saving the Khitomer Accords - and he likened Megan's actions much to the way in which Spock had withheld information for the greater good.
"Major Cycle Johnson, you are hereby found guilty on all counts," Parker said which immediately caused an outcry from Lt. T’Ress and the Doctor...
"Sir, meeerow, this is an outrage. Again, it is not like a Caitian to become uncooperative, however this..." And with that statement he was shut up, along side the Doctor.
“I’m sorry, J’Varr. Your testimony is to be written as a confidential report to StarFleet and you will not be asked to the witness stand. I have argued with the Judge Advocate General to the point where I have been relieved off my duties after this trial. I believe you and the Jefferson’s crew acted with honour and dignity on your last mission despite what StarFleet chooses to believe.”
Having too gone out for the recess, he sighed gently, "I shall publish it of course, and I do not intend to cause any problems...however, I believe as Starfleet's goal is to scientific freedoms and truths, I want to request that eventually this becomes public knowledge or at least is published in a scientific journal. Meeerow, I plead to it."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2007 19:24:55 GMT
Nathan, like T'ress beside him, jumped to his feet. "This is outrageous!" he cried, "he.." He was effectively silenced by the judge, but not for too long. "I must protest," he tried again, but the judge's glare silenced him once more.
Beside him, the caitian was having equally little luck in trying to get at the judge, to sway him in his judgement. Watching the marine being led away between the two guards, seemingly calm, didn't do his anger and frustration much good, especially not when Megan was led away too. He couldn't see her face but he was certain she was shocked. "There's got to be something we can do," he murmured, slamming his fist on the bench before him, wincing as per habit he had slammed the left one, and it sent a painful jolt up his arm.
Turning, he saw Stone leave the room, together with Hrisvalar and Reynolds. Frowning, he tried to read Stone's expression, but his face was one he couldn't see either. He could, however, read Hrisvalar, by the way his antennae twitched and he could see the Andorian was not a happy one. Grabbing T'Ress' arm, he started to drag the Caitian from the room. "Come with me," he said, not quite knowing what exactly he was going to do next. All he wanted to do right now was leave the room. "Cyle will be taken to the brig. I am going to visit him. I'd like you to see what an imprisoned person's privileges are. And perhaps tweak it here and there so that we can at least soften their experience."
As the Caitian walked off, Nathan found himself walking towards the brig, where the guards allowed him to see Cyle. "How do you feel?" he asked softly, taking the seat one of the guards offered him. "I want you to know you shouldn't feel any regrets on what you did to me. If it had driven you so far, I'm sure I did something I shouldn't have...I just wish I recall what it was."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2007 19:41:27 GMT
"Come with me," he said, not quite knowing what exactly he was going to do next. All he wanted to do right now was leave the room.
The Caitian yelped a bit, his tail freezing up as he was led out. Rather frightened of what the Doctor might attempt in this state, the feline made no effort to resist him - it would probably not be too wise to question a human who was acting against the fine boundaries of logic and sound principles.
"Cyle will be taken to the brig. I am going to visit him. I'd like you to see what an imprisoned person's privileges are. And perhaps tweak it here and there so that we can at least soften their experience."
His tail curled up as he walked along side Nathan, gently exhaling at these current prospects. He sighed gently as this occurred, "Doctor, may I not first visit him as well? I would like to come down with you and view him in his demoralized state. That would better give me a reign on which to tug the strings that would allow him more privileges..and considering most of the brig staff is enlisted, that would not be a difficult premise to complete. Once I have information it would not be hard to use rank against them, murrr.."
Soon finding himself rather forced to move along, however, he moved quickly into the region in which he would be permitted to access the brig computer. His actions, perfectly legal, would not necessarily be out of line - as Chief Engineer he had access to view, but not alter, the data that was incurred within prison records.
Leaning his head forwards, he presented his name and thus his eye for a retinal scan before viewing the brig data that surely would have appalled him. With that, he moved to the turbolift - it was time to formally request a change for Cyle, through the correct channels.
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