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Post by tamara on Mar 7, 2008 4:25:00 GMT
Tamara wanted to make things right with Nathan, but it would take time to do that- and there was a period where she would need to wait for him to accept the changes that have been made.
Her biggest fear was that Nathan may think she was for the removal of his guardianship over his child from the very beginning. Nothing was further from the truth, though. Until the events that unfolded in the shuttlebay, she was his biggest proponent, even though she had concerns of his mental health.
The shooting of Zhukarak, however, drastically changed things. From the reports she received after she was treated for her injuries, there were suggestions that Nathan was not acting out of free-will, that is this Romulan character had something to do with it.
"I believe you misspoke, Commander," Tamara said to the executive officer. "It really isn't up to me."
"If you think about it, there are two scenarios." Was she the only rational thinker here?
"The first scenario is that Nathan is lying. If he is lying about this incident, and he did purposefully harm the Commanding Officer, then yours or my opinion no longer matters. We will be required by Federation Law to report the incident, and remove Freddy from custody until a formal hearing could be held." Tamara didn't believe this was the case, though. Nathan was a temperamental character at times, but never to a point where he would physically harm someone that he works with. "I really don't think this is in him, though, Commander."
"The second scenario," and the more likely one, "is Nathan is telling the truth, and somehow his mind is being controlled by our friend. Then, security protocol would dictate that we isolate Nathan. That would include removing Freddy from Nathan's custody."
It seemed simple to her. "Either case, therefore, requires us to remove Freddy from his father. Until we hear what security finds as evidence to support one hypothesis over the other, Freddy will have to be placed in protective custody."
She said all of this within earshot of Nathan, hoping he realized that this was not her decision. More importantly, she wanted Nathan to overhear that she believed him. She honestly did, being a firm believer that people were generally more good than evil.
"If it were up to me, the boy could go back to his father at any time." She shrugged. "But, with events being as they are, protocol must be followed."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2008 10:06:32 GMT
There was no response from the Romulan in the shuttle, and Megan took the moment’s pause as an opportunity to use her tricorder to scan the interior of the small ship. The science officer was quite pleased and somewhat surprised to find the prisoner was completely unarmed and Tamara on the floor several feet away. Putting the tricorder away, Garrett raised her weapon and moved to the doorway swiftly with the phaser pointed directly at the intruder whose back was to her.
“If you don’t put your hands up and turn around, I won’t hesitate to shoot you. That would actually make my job much easier.” Megan ordered calmly, knowing that with the distance between them, there was no way he was going anywhere. The Romulan seemed to realize the same thing and did as he was told, though the look of hatred on his face was easy enough to read. Slowly the science officer backed up, signaling for him to do the same until she was standing beside the two unconscious officers and the prisoner was standing outside the shuttle.
At that moment the doors opened, but Megan knew enough not to glance behind her and kept her gaze locked firmly with the Romulan’s, letting him know she was still in a position to shoot him. He glared back and defiantly made a move, but ended up hitting the ground, stunned before he’d taken more than a single step towards her. "Megan, are you alright?" the first office queried as he approached.
Megan nodded once and added, “Lieutenant Thompson is in the shuttle, and he’s unarmed.” With that announcement, the atmosphere quickly shifted, as the medical team moved to check on the commanding officer and the CMO lying on the deck, and the security team moved into position on either side of the unconscious Romulan. From what the trauma team was saying, it didn’t sound like the Brigadier was doing very well, and the thought of him dying at Nathan’s hand was terribly upsetting to say the least, even though the doctor hadn’t seemed like himself.
Garrett had been about to say something about Nathan’s condition before she’d stunned him when Matt turned to her. “Megan, good work.” the first officer said quietly before turning to the security team watching the Romulan. “Escort this man back to his holding cell. Doctor Thompson do you require any medical attention?"
That last question caused Megan to turn slightly and notice that a dazed looking counselor was leaving the shuttle. Tamara didn’t reply, but a medical team quickly moved to help her, checking her for injuries before assisting her towards the exit along with gurneys containing the forms of Nathan and Zhukarak. Trying to shake off the worry for her fellow officers, Garrett once again turned to say something to Commander Reynold’s about Doctor van Breughel’s strange behavior.
"Commander Garrett, good work today. I'll make sure that Starfleet hears about your doings today." Matt said, causing Megan to shift uncomfortably at receiving praise at a time like this. For a science officer, her actions may have seemed exemplary, but given her previous training it had been nothing special. However, given that Matt had no knowledge of her extra training, his words made sense.
Matt continued, "As you know by now, Brigadier Hrisvalar has been relieved of command due to his injuries, so until further notice you are promoted to first officer of the USS Jefferson with all responsibilities that come with command."
That had been the last thing Megan had expected, and she was so stunned, that she was completely unable to hide her astonishment. After a few seconds of silence, the science officer finally managed to say something. “Thank you, Sir.”
"Since these are unusual circumstances, I would prefer if you continued the interrogation of the Romulan. You are also authorized by Article 14, Section 31 Paragraph 4 of the Starfleet Charter to use any means necessary to protect this ship. Do you understand what this means?" Commander Reynolds asked.
Megan knew far too well what that meant, and any surprise at her promotion vanished instantly. “I understand completely.” Garrett replied, the expression on her face denoting that she did indeed understand the serious nature of his orders.
"If you're unwilling to do this let me know and I will interrogate the prisoner. Commander, I cannot afford you much time to think about this. When you’re ready, I'll be in sickbay talking to our dear doctor."
Straightening her spine and raising her chin just slightly, Megan responded. “I am ready now, Commander, and I would prefer to do this on my own if you wouldn’t mind. I will, of course, let you know what I am able to discover, Sir.”
As the first officer turned to leave, Megan stayed behind, her mind racing under the weight of what she needed to do. She had received some training for this, but it had been minimal. Even so, the science officer realized that although there were members of the crew who were far better suited for questioning she most likely was the only one who had received any direct training of this kind. That somehow didn’t make it any easier, but Commander Garrett knew she was entirely capable.
Gathering the wide array of emotions this assignment conjured up and pushing them aside, Megan turned sharply on her heel and marched out of the bay. No matter how unpleasant this task was, it had to be done. Heading for her quarters, the Commander contacted the brig and requested that the Romulan be placed in a separate, highly specialized cell designed for interrogations like this. With a slight, grim smile, she added for them to make sure and leave the lights off, as she knew personally the effect of sudden changes of dark to light could have.
A few minutes later, a very different officer entered the brig. Dressed in a black body suit with a very callous expression on her face, Megan approached the very quiet guards. The change in uniform and mannerisms was intentional, both for her own state of mind and to let the Romulan know that he wasn’t dealing with the diplomatic and seemingly naïve science officer anymore. This was why she needed to do this alone. “I need him restrained, like this.” Commander Garrett ordered coldly handing the lead guard a padd detailing exactly how the Romulan was to be immobilized. “And give him this.” she added, handing him a dark green hypospray.
Glancing briefly at each other, they hurried to do as asked, and within a minute or two, Jombis was standing in the center of the cell, arms stretched above his head and the hypospray had been administered. The lights were now on including a very bright light directly above his head. Moving past the guards, Megan handed one her commbadge and added one final order. “No one else enters this room.”
Entering the cell and coming to a stop just on the other side of the doors, Megan allowed them to slowly close behind her before addressing the Romulan. “I gave you time to cooperate, but your presence has become a liability. However, I am going to give you one, final chance to come clean and tell me what I want to know. If you refuse again, you’ll find out who you’re really dealing with here.”
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Post by tagert on Mar 9, 2008 5:04:19 GMT
Two figures entered the dark room. The young Romulan officer wrist were secured to a chain on the floor. The two figures moved toward Jombis, injecting him with a hypo and then striping his uniform down to his waist. They managed to get him standing and move the restraints from the floor to high on the wall. Jombis was standing on his tip toes, bare chested with his arms above his head. The lights came on in the room, Jombis couldn't see anything for the first couple of seconds. As his eyes adjusted he could now see the interior or his cell. There was a rack of stun batons, a chair that was attached to the deck plating in the center of the room, and light that could be moved to shine in the face of the chairs occupant. His restraints were not the Polynylon-Durafiber straps that he had been placed in, in sickbay, these were more than likely Duranium composite shackles, not as comfortable on the wrists. Jombis thought it was no Tal-Shiar Confession center, but the Federation was not known for there torture techniques. When the Beautiful, ( ::)Even for a Human) Commander Garrett walked in, with a more Romulan expression on her face than he had seen her wear yet, Jombis couldn't help but chuckle, but as he did, whatever had been in that hypo, started to go to work. He could feel his muscles spasm, he tried to hide the effects. Garrett walked just inside the door and closed it behind her. She stood across the room standing by the stun batons as she asked Jombis one last time to comply. “I gave you time to cooperate, but your presence has become a liability. However, I am going to give you one, final chance to come clean and tell me what I want to know. If you refuse again, you’ll find out who you’re really dealing with here.” He spoke very carefully so as not to show her Hyper sensitivity serum had worked."Your looking well, is that a new uniform?" He lost control as his calf muscles cramped and he sucked in three short gasps for air in rapid succession. Bring it on Commander Garrett *Tag*[glow=red,2,300]Bridge[/glow] 18:48 HOURSChief Navigators log: Stardate 93.1028 We are currently following a faint warp trail. I believe it belongs to the ship that the Debrune delegates, were last seen to be abducted by. Our current heading, will take us very near the planet Mu Arae, not far from Starbase 718...not far from the Romulan Neutral Zone.
Additional notes: I was looking at the Historical Database, and this sector that we've entered was attacked in 2266 by a Romulan bird of prey. This Bird of prey was a design stolen from the Klingon's, and was used to wreak havoc on a number of outposts along the Romulan Neutral Zone. We will proceed with caution. END LOG ENTRY.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2008 8:28:07 GMT
"You’re looking well; is that a new uniform?" the Romulan managed to comment with a sneer before his face momentarily displayed a reaction to the hypospray. Megan had crossed the two steps between them almost instantly and backhanded him as hard as she possibly could, causing his head to snap sharply to the side. Ignoring the stream of blood that was starting to trickle down the side of his mouth, the science officer grabbed his chin and forced his face to turn back to front, her fingernails digging deeply into his skin drawing more dark green blood from him.
Staring daggers at him, her face merely inches away, she hissed, “I am not here to play games Romulan. You probably think a human female couldn’t possibly be any threat to you, but I can assure you that I know exactly what I’m doing.” Pushing her nails deeper into his skin, she smiled coldly at him. “I warn you, do not underestimate me. Many have made that mistake before you and lived, or died, to regret it. You would not be the first, nor the last should you be that foolish.”
Jombis replied by spitting in her face, a move she had actually be expecting, which resulted in her knee swiftly connecting with his groin while her fingernails drew deep, green marks across his throat as she released his chin. He sputtered involuntarily and his head sagging against his chest for a moment as Megan calmly wiped the spit and blood from her face with her sleeve before punching him hard in the abdomen. His breath escaped in a rush, and he curled up involuntarily from the assault as much as his restrained position would allow him to do so.
Circling around him, Megan stopped just behind his right shoulder, her lips a few inches away from his ear. “You may be foolish, but you’re not entirely stupid. Surely you’ve noticed by now that this is hurting far more than it usually would. I doubt that surprises you any.” Lightly tracing the edge of his pointed ear with her finger tip before digging her fingernail behind his ear and deliberately dragging a long scratch mark down the side of his neck, she added, “While you were probably expecting this, that wasn’t the only thing I put in the hypospray for you.”
Purposefully exhaling lightly over the scratch, which she knew would sting, her fingernail continued to trail down his shoulder to his side as she moved to whisper almost seductively in his other ear. “I can go as far as I want and cause you as much pain as you can possibly imagine. And then, just when you think that darkness will mercifully fall on you…” Megan turned and drove her left elbow hard into the center of his back causing a restrained cry of pain to escape from his lips before turning back and adding, “...it will never come. Your threshold for pain is now gone, so I am entirely capable of causing you pain beyond what you can even imagine.”
Striding across the room and removing a single baton, folded in half, from the stand, flicking it open with a snap before jabbing it under the Romulans chin, forcing him to look at her but not turning it on yet, Megan’s eyes bore into his without a trace of hesitation or compassion. “So I ask you again, who are you and what are you doing in this sector?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2008 20:38:57 GMT
A book lay open on the pillow of the cot, a half-empty cup of coffee standing on the deck, alongside an empty plate. Nathan had just been given his lunch after he had spent a few hours asleep, and now he was lying on the cot, reading his favourite childhood novel. He looked up when the guard came in, but didn't move; the guard's weapon aimed at him as sufficient cause not to say anything.
The guard's look, however was far from threatening. "You feeling any better doc?" the young woman asked as she retrieved the cup and plate.
"Fine, thank you ensign Franklin," the doctor answered, "and thank you for the coffee although it tasted funny."
"That's decaf for you doc, no caffein for you for a while, at least not while you're in here. Sorry." She seemed truly apologetic so Nathan let any retort on his behalf slide. Franklin backed out of the cell and the forcefield shimmered back into place. "I'll be back later to check on you, don't try anything. I'm sure you know that a forcefield can thoroughly singe you."
"Understood," Nathan replied, before returning his attention back to his reading. He had just gotten to the part where Jolie Cœur died after being ill for a while. He had always found this part of the book to be profoundly moving, and it always got to him. Suddenly he felt a profound pain lancing through his lower abdomen and he gasped in response, eyes widening in surprise.
He bit back a cry but the second wave of agony that washed over him had him cry out and double over, arms crossing across his abdomen as he curled up in an attempt to ease the pain he was experiencing. "Guard!" he cried out.
Just as quickly though, the pain was gone, however when he sat up again, he noticed blood on his sleeve. He looked at it with a certain fascination, then wiped his hand across his nose. His fingers came away red and he frowned; he'd never suffered spontaneous nosebleeds before.
"Aargh!" he cried out, falling forward on the deck, pressing his hands against the small of his back. Again, just as quickly the pain was gone, reduced to a mere throbbing. He gasped for breath as he climbed back on the cot, his book completely forgotten.
Franklin returned to stand before the forcefield. "Doctor?" she queried, "are you all right?"
Nathan shook his head, preparing for the next assault. He wasn't as exhausted as before but he was unable to put two and two together right now. "I don't know," he finally answered, when nothing happened. "I just felt as though I was punched in the abdomen and kicked in my back. It was really strange.."
"You must've been dreaming doctor," she answered, "you were dreaming before, screaming and squirming. Oh, I meant to tell you. The EMH has successfully completed his surgery on Brigadier Hrisvalar, and has now put him in stasis. This will bear positively on your case."
"Thank you ensign," Nathan answered, relief washing over him.
"I'll let you get back to your reading, you were engrossed in it earlier. Which book is it?"
"Sans Famille, by Hector Mallot," the doctor answered, pleased to have a change of subject. "I'll let you read it, when all this is over."
"Maybe," Franklin laughed, "I'm about to go off duty. Chief Lennier will take over in a few minutes. Don't try anything with him though, he doesnt take kindly on people who shoot their captains."
"Understood." Nathan didn't understand what was going on, he couldn't describe what he was feeling to the good-natured security guard. The girl had been outright friendly towards him, which had surprised him, considering how other guards had treated him before that. Shrugging, he returned his attention back to his book, trying to relax as much as possible under the circumstances.
He was certain the counselor would come down soon to have the first of his required sessions with her. Slowly, his attention wavered and he drifted back into sleep.
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Post by tamara on Mar 11, 2008 3:40:46 GMT
She had amassed a large file by now on the civilian doctor, but evenso, she felt unprepared. The psychological history was complicated, including medical intervention at certain times where Nathan's emotions were quite out of control over the past two years.
Freddy had been sanitized of his father's shortcomings each time something had occurred. Most psychological damage done to Nathan was prior to, or just after, the boy's birth anyway. He was never the cause, and never the target of any of the mental outbursts. Still, the boy was in danger now.
The door decompression seemed louder than usual. It was probably due to the quietness on the floor - the quietness the brig offered when prisoners were not being unruley. It took a few seconds before a gaurd acknowledged her presence and brought her to Nathan's cell.
"May I come in?" she asked Nathan, who's hair was sticking straight up. It was clear that she had caught him as he had dozed off. There was only so much one could do in their room alone, Tamara supposed.
"I'll spare the pleasantries, as we both know why I am here." Her voice was warm and soothing. It always was. She wanted him to feel comfortable. Tamara was not here to accuse or blame anyone. She was here to assess the situation, and explain rationally to her patient why his son was removed from his custody.
She read directly from her PADD.
"Pending a formal investigation into the actions of Doctor Nathan Van Breughel of the USS Jefferson, Frédéric Van Breughel shall be placed into protective custody indefinitely. It is the expressed opinion of Doctor Tamara Thompson, Chief Counselor aboard the USS Jefferson, that Frédéric Van Breughel is at risk due to exhibited behaviors of Nathan Van Breug..." she saw that the words she was reading were causing a lot of agony to the Doctor. She chose to summarize the rest.
"It goes on to say that I don't believe that you, personally, are the problem here, Nathan. I believe your story, and I believe you have no reason to lie about the Romulan." She put her hand on his knee, leaning forward slightly to do so. "You have to understand, though, the position we are in, right? Believe it or not, you did shoot the Commanding Officer of the ship."
Tamara didn't pause to allow for rationalizations. "Since this is some form of mind control," Tamara was careful not to use the word 'if', "then surely you don't want to put Freddy at risk? I know you are a good father..."
She rubbed her hand back and forth a couple times on Nathan's knee, trying to rub some energy back into his emotionally worn body, before she sat fully upright.
"I'm not only here as a Counselor, Nathan. I am here as a friend." she tried to smile as best she could without looking sympathetic. "We both want what's best for Freddy."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2008 20:09:54 GMT
The doctor nodded quietly, awakened by the sound of the door opening and closing. He looked a right mess, in that his hair was sticking out in every direction and he was sporting a two-day old beard. His clothing however was still clean, apart from a tad wrinkled from lying on the cot, twisting and squirming everytime this odd pain appeared.
He listened to Tamara's words as she sat down next to him, though her voice sounded oddly distant to him. Nathan squirmed away when she placed her hand on his knee, proclaiming she was his friend as well as his counselor. "Please, don't touch me," he begged of her. Then, he looked her squarely in the eyes. "I would never put my son deliberately in harm's way," he spoke with renewed resolve.
His resolve, however didn't last long. "I'm a good father," he said softly, "he's everything to me. I'd never..." He faltered, wincing in pain, hoping the counselor would put it on the bruised jaw Matt had caused him.
"Tamara, tell me something, completely unrelated. How is Commander T'Ress, after his endurance in sickbay during the quarantine? I haven't seen him since and I'm worried about him." A brief admiration for the feline officer flashed across his face, before the sadness returned. "And how are you holding up, any adverse reactions since being cured?" He wanted to keep the subject off his son, unwilling to bring his child into it any further.
Seeing that she couldn't be tricked into a different subject, he sighed miserably. "Very well. No I wouldn't want him in danger, but this isn't fair. I'm all he has, all he has ever known. He has no mother like any other child his age. You want the truth right? Fine, here's the truth, at the risk of being the joke on this ship. My son had two fathers, the mother was never to be involved in his rearing, she was just a means to conception. I am his biological father, as DNA testing will prove. Happy now?"
Just as quickly as his outburst had appeared, Nathan also regretted it. He sighed again, slumping back on the cot, this time allowing her the physical contact as she attempted to comfort him. "I'm sorry, it's just too much to bear. And...I hope you will believe me on this, despite my disagreements with Brigadier Hrisvalar, yes including my arguments with him, I would never consciously shoot him. I am a doctor, a healer. I'm bound by an oath to first do no harm. Explain to me then, why would I consciously break this oath and try to kill him. Yes, he scares me, profoundly at that, but I also admire his strength."
He doubled over in agony as pain lanced through his abdomen once more, grinding his teeth together to keep back a cry. "Not again," he grunted, panting for breath. The neural inhibitor at the base of his skull flashed constantly, indicating it was working properly and should block out any telepathic contact attempts. Nathan was keenly aware of the lack of Jombis' presence in his mind, but he was experiencing a pain he couldn't explain, not even to Tamara.
"I'm fine," he managed after a while, "probably just a consequence of my current situation. I haven't been feeling well, haven't been sleeping well and it's breaking me up now. Nothing to worry about." This time, he didn't look at the counselor, wishing she would go away. "Could you come back later counselor, I really need to sleep. I don't ever want this to happen again, trust me on this even if you don't trust my word on the rest. And, I would like to see T'Ress if that is allowed." He was certain a request to see Freddy would be denied immediately.
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Post by tagert on Mar 12, 2008 2:39:48 GMT
For Jombis the first few minutes of the interrogation was almost arousing, you could almost go as far to say, Jombis was starting to like Megan Garrett. It was the way she played with his ears, the seductive tone as she whispered her commands. He wanted to tell her what she wanted to know, but he couldn't. He liked the close proximity that he and Megan were in, he could smell a fragrant Cologne emanating from her uniform, it was quite pleasant. He spit in her face as any self respecting Romulan would have. The kick to the groin he received in return was less than pleasant but he couldn't expect less. He would have to hold out till Megan killed him.
As the hours went on, Jombis had lost the use of his right eye because of the swelling and blood that had filled his socket. He believed his kidney had been ruptured and the little scratches all over his body were burning. Any other day the scratches would have nothing but with his system pumped full of the compound hyper stimulant and syncope suppressant, he wasn't sure anymore if he was going to be able to keep his top secret information "Top Secret".
Megan Garrett started using her stun baton. She had depersonalized him by calling him "Romulan" instead of by his name, it wasn't effecting him much, but as she shocked the area where his kidney was, he cried out in agony. Megan stooped as he let out three sobs then sucked in some air and raised his head, and shuck it trying to get the blood off of his eye. He was breathing hard. He would never tell her. He would never tell her. He would never tell her! Jombis thought she was doing a good job with the interrogation, a human would have given up by now but he was not going to loose, Not to a female.
Twelve hours later, two guards came in and moved Jombis to the chair in the center of the room. His arms were locked into restraints on the sides of the chair. He would have put up a struggle or at least made a protest to his being moved, but he was worn out physically and mentally. The battered Romulan slumped over, Megan grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him back against the back of the chair. As she strapped him around his torso, his head flopped back and rested on one of her shoulders. His back hurt his wrist, arms and various spots where his captor had concentrated on during his interrogation, were were burning like he had a fever, but his neck hurt horribly because of his shoulders being in the air and supporting his weight for so long. The few seconds that his head lay on her shoulder were like heaven compared to the last twelve hours.
She bounce his head off her shoulder and it slumped down to his chest. He was breathing hard and his eyes felt like they had sandpaper on the inside of the sockets. He finally broke. The current interrogation time, was a lot shorter than he should have lasted.
"Please no more." he cried weak and pitifully as he gasped for air. "You know I can't tell...why we were here...with the mines...They'll kill my Mother...and Father. There just farmers there good people...Please...please no more...Please just kill me." he begged like a wretched dog. As he spoke of his family it brought a flood of tears to his face. His chest heaved as he wept. His eyes still felt like they were burning, but now it felt more like a chemical burn than an abrasive grinding. In the back of his mind, thoughts of the small hands, that he wished were holding him, instead of smashing his face in, stopped. The only thing he could think of was the feeling of being trapped. "Damn you Darius." he sobbed quietly "I should have killed you when I had the chance."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2008 6:00:47 GMT
The interrogation had been long and drawn out, just as Megan had expected it to be. Gradually, patterns began to emerge in his responses, his weakness actually showing up more when she was being seductive. However fleeting his momentary desire to talk was, it was still there, though it would quickly disappear, under duty and honor most likely. Still that was useful to know, and switching between harsh, cold pain and warm, seductive comfort seemed to slowly work its way into his mind, the cold breaking him down gradually and the warm inviting him to just let go.
After nearly fifteen hours straight, Megan was actually beginning to feel tired, though she realized that what the prisoner was going through was much worse. Still, a change was needed, so the Commander called in the security officers to move him to the chair instead. Also, she was pretty sure most if not all of his ribs were broken, and the seated position would cause him even more pain and make it extremely difficult to breathe, perhaps even end up puncturing a lung. Of course, hopefully it wouldn’t puncture both, as that would kill him far too quickly. Thinking so cruelly like this was actually a little terrifying to her, but it had to be done.
As the officers released his arms and dragged him across the cell, Megan took the opportunity to allow her guard to drop for a split second, rolling her tense shoulders and pressing a hand to her forehead as if she could somehow push the incessantly building headache away. The brief moment passed quickly, as the temporary interrogator straightened her back and dissolved any sign of weakness that the guards might see and turned back, dismissing them with a cold nod. She needed them to almost be afraid of her right now, hoping to prevent them talking that way until she could speak with the directly. The looks on their faces indicated that she was at least getting the afraid part right. Now, the science officer just had to hope the fear would be enough to keep them quiet about everything.
As the guards moved to leave rather quickly, Megan noticed that they’d forgotten to secure his chest to the back of the chair, putting more pressure on his neck, so she’d moved to do so herself. In pulling him backwards, his head slumped back onto her shoulder, his eyes closing as he actually emitted what almost sounded like a sigh of contentment. Struggling with a sudden surge of emotions, including sympathy and revulsion, plus making a calculated note of his reaction, she jerked her shoulder causing his head to bounce forward back onto his chest.
Megan was debating whether to try and play nice or cause some more pain, when the first sounds of a crack in his emotional wall stopped her in her tracks. A few almost sobs, and he finally spoke. "Please no more. You know I can't tell...why we we’re here...with the mines...They'll kill my Mother...and Father. They’re just farmers; they’re good people...Please...please no more...Please just kill me. Damn you, Darius. I should have killed you when I had the chance."
The occasional, brief resurgence of sympathy was nothing compared to the wave of compassion his pleas and sobs caused, but she couldn’t stop now, not when she was so close to getting what she needed to know. Forcing back most of the emotion, but keeping just enough to help with the final push for information, Megan swallowed hard before reaching around to gently run her fingers through his hair, resting her head against his and once again whispering in his ear.
“Shhhh…there’s no need to cry…once you tell me what I want to know, there will be no need for any more pain. And I see no need to let Darius know you told us anything about what’s going on or make it obvious in my actions. I have nothing against your parents, and it would be easy enough for me to hide that we got any information from you. Working together, we can get you out of this without risking your parents’ lives and making Commander Darius’ life very difficult.” Megan soothed, continuing to stroke his hair, being very careful to avoid any injuries.
Slowly, so as not to hurt him, Megan wrapped her arms around his head, cradling him softly while still gently running her hands over his hair. “This will all be over soon...I only need to know a few things, and then you can rest.” she promised her voice gentle and soft. “I’d like to know what your name is…and your rank. It would give me something to call you other than Romulan, and you already know mine.”
He was still crying quietly, though it was beginning to lessen, and after a few more sobs, he finally answered, “Sub-Commander Jombis.” His response caused Megan to relax slightly. His name wasn’t important information by any means, but he had given it voluntarily, and although she’d started with a simple enough question, once he started talking it would become easier and easier to keep answering.
“Jombis...” she repeated quietly, adding just a hint of a purr to her voice hoping to relax him further as she continued to stroke his hair. Moving her lips closer to his ear so her breath fell gently on his skin where there weren’t any scratches, Megan continued encouragingly. “Just tell me what I want to know Jombis…what’s going on and why you’re here…you can trust me…” she whispered the last four words, almost brushing her lips against the side of his ear, hoping that her words would somehow be just enough to get him to tell her everything and end this.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2008 13:49:19 GMT
Lance Corporal Jayden Mitchell walked into the holding cell area, relieving Ensign Leanne Franklin for the evening. The part Betazoid marine rather enjoyed spending time in the quiet of the area where the holding cells were, especially the graveyard shift. It was easier on him as he didn't have to deal with so many people and their ever present, unsuppressed emotions.
"Any news?" he asked, as he took the phaser from his collegue in the security department.
"He's sleeping now," she reported, nodding towards the sleeping doctor. Nathan was currently the only person in a holding cell, excluding of course Jombis, who was held out of view and out of contact from everyone else. Leanne knew he was somewhere, but she wasn't in on the details, knowing the science officer alone was dealing with him. How, she did not know, as the other security officers kept their mouths tightly clamped shut. "I suggest letting him sleep, though you'll need to wake him in a few hours. Occasionally though, I think he's having nightmares. I just heard him murmur in his sleep."
Jayden nodded in understanding. "I've heard what happened, and while I can't condone what he's done, or rather what he's accused of, I can understand his position." Jayden had lost his only daughter in a heated custody battle when his wife had died years ago, her family claiming life on a starship wasn't suitable to raise a child.
"Be easy on him Jayden," Leanne warned, "he's had it rough lately, even before this incident. He has just spent a while talking to counselor Thompson, though of course I don't know what about. I'm not in the habit of listening in on other people's conversations." She patted her friend on the shoulder before walking away. "Pleasant shift," she called.
Jayden walked up to the forcefield, quietly studying the older Human doctor. As part betazoid, he was capable of sensing emotions but unable to actually read a person's thoughts. He also couldn't speak telepathically to a fellow Betazoid, as he had never been taught how. As he stood there, watching his prisoner, he felt a myriad of emotions coming from him, ranging from profound sadness to extreme agony. Occasionally, there was a happy thought.
After a while, the marine turned away to attend to his other duties, the doctor forgotten.
Nathan on his part had finally fallen into a deep and restful sleep, however after several hours he woke when he felt something stab in his chest. Softly moaning, he rolled onto his back, pressing his hand against the agonised spot. Slowly coming to full awareness, Nathan started to feel really sick then and there. However, he was too proud to call upon security to get him anything for it. This, he felt, was something he needed to take care of himself.
He rose from the cot, stiffly stretching his limbs, then started to pace around. He looked up when he saw LC Mitchell standing before the forcefield, watching him closely. "I'm not going anywhere," Nathan offered with a smile, "but thank you for letting me sleep. Is there anything you need of me?"
Jayden shook his head, not understanding why the doctor was being so cheerful. He could sense it was all a farçe, that he wasn't cheerful at all. The Betazoid had sensed his agony, but chose not to comment on it just yet. If it persisted, he would offcer medical care. He knew the doctor to be a proud and compassionate man, though he did think the Human a little odd in his general behaviour. "Did you want anything to eat?" he offered instead.
"I'm famished," Nathan confirmed, hiding his embarassment when his stomach actually growled just then. "Any word on my request to see Commander T'Ress?"
"None," Mitchell answered, coming back with a plate. "Please step back." He held the phaser at ready, just in case.
Nathan obeyed by retreating to the further end of the cell, allowing his jailor to put down the tray on the cot. Not that he had any plans to escape, it would only hurt his case. "Thank you." As the forcefield shimmered back in place, the doctor returned to the cot, quietly consuming the treats Mitchell had gotten him. He gasped a few times as again a dull stabbing pain shot through his torso.
He knew by now that something odd was going on, but no-one was anywhere near him besides Mitchell. And he knew he couldn't be telepathically influenced now because external influences were blocked. Thus, he didn't think Jombis was trying anything on him right now. For now, he just put it on being nervous regarding his pending trial.
Soon, however, Nathan completely collapsed in his cell. Jayden Mitchell sensed the fear coming from the doctor, but as he had been drifting in and out of a slumber, he didn't take any specific action. From experience, Jayden knew prisoners would exhaust every trick in the book to get out of a cell, even if he believed the doctor wasn't the sort of person to try. He had sensed guilt among the emotions coming from him, extreme guilt and acceptance. "he'll be fine," he murmured to himself, glancing back at his prisoner, before returning to his other duties, "just finally realising he's not getting out anytime soon."
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Post by tagert on Mar 13, 2008 4:35:20 GMT
Megan reached around gently run her fingers through the broken Romulans hair, resting her head against his and once again whispering in his ear.“Shhhh…there’s no need to cry…once you tell me what I want to know, there will be no need for any more pain. And I see no need to let Darius know you told us anything about what’s going on or make it obvious in my actions. I have nothing against your parents, and it would be easy enough for me to hide that we got any information from you. Working together, we can get you out of this without risking your parents’ lives and making Commander Darius’ life very difficult.” Jombis wanted to believe her, but he had the idea stuck in his head, that what she was telling him wasn't true. Every Tal-Shiar child that the government produced was taught from the time there parents gave them up at birth that telling secret information of the Empire was wrong. But as she ran her fingers through his hair, his body trembled. It was an odd sensation all the pain that had been inflicted on him, then the mental strain and now he felt elated, he was being rewarded for giving up information. He knew the rules, he was trained in the arts of interrogation. He didn't know what to do, but he knew he liked this a lot better than the toucher.
The young woman wrapped her arms around his head, cradling him softly while still gently running her hands over his hair. “This will all be over soon...I only need to know a few things, and then you can rest.” she promised her voice gentle and soft. “I’d like to know what your name is…and your rank. It would give me something to call you other than Romulan, and you already know mine.” Jombis will was broke, he gave in. “Sub-Commander Jombis.”
She repeated his name then continued “Just tell me what I want to know Jombis…what’s going on and why you’re here…you can trust me…” she whispered the last four words, almost brushing her lips against the side of his ear. He could hardly breath, his broken ribs were pushing up against his lungs, but the sound of her voice and the feeling of her sweet breath on his neck took the wind out of his sails. Jombis crumbled.
"We...We were her to stop you." His voice wavered. "The Debrune want to...want to..." he couldn't think, he closed his eyes searching for the words. "They want Reunification. They are willing to join the Empire." He couldn't believe what he was hearing come out of his mouth. "We were here to test the CMX-09, (the new cloaked mine that Darius has come up with) and hopefully stop the threat you pose, by catching the Debrune delegation defecting to the Empire. But before Darius could stop your ship, your crew had already repaired it, and..." he stopped in mid-sentence and shook violently as he coughed up a green liquid along with bone fragments. He tried to finish. "Mu Arae System...9th planet." he continued to cough up blood. His eye filled with tears. Tears for for his mother and father. Tears for the chance he never had to develop a relationship with this person that had hurt him so badly but still had stolen his heart. Tears for Romulus, and last for himself. As he sat there unable to breath he thought. "Love: It's Not Always What It Seems" His lung was punctured, but his brain was the problem. He had just realized what he had done. He had stooped to the level of a Tylarian snake, he was a traitor. His mind melted down speeding up his heart rate through the roof. The pressure built up till all 6 chambers of his Romulan heart were filled with the green substance he called blood. As the 6 chambers compressed all at once, one of his aortas exploded. His will had been broken, his mind scrambled and last his heart burst from the thought that he had betrayed his nation. The last words Sub-Commander Jombis spoke before he died, were whispered in Megan's ear with all the power he had left.
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OOC: I really enjoyed playing Jombis for you guys, It was hard to kill him.
Tommy Tagert Called Acting Captain Reynolds from the bridge. "Sir I Just received a call from Starbase 718. There asking if we need reinforcements. They say they've monitored a large contingent of Romulan ships in the area communicating in a code that hasn't been deciphered yet."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2008 6:53:50 GMT
As Jombis exhaled his last breath along with his final word, Megan’s entire body began to shake. Gasping for breath and her eyes filling with tears, Commander Garrett released him in slow motion, backing away from the body still restrained to the chair and staring at the blood on her hands. She’d killed him...almost entirely with her bare hands and without any mercy…she’d become a monster. Still backing up without realizing it, Megan was startled as her back suddenly hit the wall on the other side of the cell, her hand automatically moving to cover her mouth as the tears began to fall. Letting out a few muffled sobs, the science officer tasted blood...his blood, and suddenly doubled over, clutching her stomach with her free hand and sank to her knees trying desperately not to be sick.
‘You’re hyperventilating.’ the innately calm voice of training and reason informed her, resulting in an immediate response of forcing her breathing to even out. ‘Now, pull yourself together. You have the information you need, and after calming down, you need to go get changed and cleaned up as quickly as possible before getting to the bridge. You’ve got a job to do. You can deal with this later.’
Knowing that part of herself was right, Megan hesitantly straightened her spine and stood up, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes. That side of her may have been right, but she also knew it was what had done this. Right now, she hated that side because of what it had allowed her to do, to become. Tilting her chin up and squaring her shoulders, the science officer once again pushed her emotional reaction to the side. She would indeed deal with that later and most certainly did have a job to do. The last thought she allowed her emotions was that this couldn’t be in vain…Jombis couldn’t have died for nothing.
Coldly wiping his blood off her hands and onto her uniform before again using her sleeve to wipe away the blood and tears from her face, Megan ignored the body altogether and stoically marched for the door. There was no one waiting on the other side, and Garrett frowned slightly at this. She had made it perfectly clear that two additional guards were to remain there at all times for the duration of the interrogation, but where were they? It was completely unprofessional to leave.
Fighting back frustration, Megan crossed the small hallway connecting the separate cell from the main brig and entered the main holding area. On the other side of the door, she found absolute chaos and was momentarily, and thankfully, distracted. “What happened?” the Commander demanded of the two guards while moving to the side of the fallen guard, whose nose was bleeding heavily.
“We don’t know. We heard a scream, found him like this a minute or so ago, and then we called for help.” one of the two conscious guards reported, his face white. Megan reached to check for his pulse and was relieved to find one. His breathing was steady, and other than the nose bleed, the science officer could see nothing wrong with him. Suddenly remembering that Nathan was in a cell nearby, Garrett stood and moved quickly to retrieve him. In trouble or not, he was a doctor and close by, so it only made sense, not knowing how serious the guard’s condition was.
Approaching the cell, Megan froze in her tracks when she saw the doctor also unconscious on the ground. He too was bleeding from his nose, but there was also blood seeping from his eyes and ears. “Drop the forcefield, now.” Commander Garrett ordered, moving to Nathan’s side as soon as the guard complied.
She found his pulse as well, but it was weak and thready, and his breathing was rapid and shallow. Swallowing hard, Megan glanced up at a guard who was now standing outside the cell. “You called a medical emergency?” she asked, receiving a nod in reply. “When was the last time someone checked on him?”
“I...I’m not sure. Gerrault and I were standing on either side of the door to the cell, as ordered. He was under Mitchell’s watch. We heard the scream from Jayden about a minute or two before you came back out.” the guard took a breath, before looking over his shoulder and asking, “Ma’am, do we need to go back and guard the door?”
Pushing back the wave of guilt she felt at that question, Megan kept her eyes focused on Nathan while answering, “No, the…Romulan is dead.” Her voice was flat and devoid of emotion, but the horror at what she had done was rising once more, only made worse by referring to Jombis by his race rather than his name again. The guard said nothing, but to the science officer, she could almost feel his disdain and condemnation at her actions. In her mind, everyone had to hate her as much as she hated herself, since she’d become less than human…and completely evil.
The medical team arrived at that moment and moved to tend to their boss. Megan rose to her feet stiffly and backed out of their way before glancing at the guard. He was watching her very closely, and somehow that triggered almost a defensive response in her. Once again burying her emotions, the science officer calmly ordered, “See to it that the body isn’t disturbed. We’ll deal with it later. Right now, I need to get to the bridge and speak to Commander Reynolds.”
Keeping her mind carefully blank, Megan strode purposefully from the brig directly to her quarters. The calm portion of her brain was still giving her orders to keep her focused, reminding her once more that it wouldn’t do for anyone to see her in a black ops suit covered in green blood. Though it was easy enough to explain, it was best to avoid the questions altogether. It took every once of strength for the Commander to quickly change and clean up without falling apart, but she managed.
A few minutes later and a more typical looking science officer walked onto the bridge and headed for the acting CO. “Commander Reynolds, I need to speak to you privately as soon as possible. It’s urgent.” Megan reported glancing briefly at the viewscreen and around the bridge before adding, “And if I may ask, Sir, what’s going on?”
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Mar 13, 2008 10:42:00 GMT
Matthew's actions concerning Nathan troubled the young officer and father. He knew that he had done the right thing, but he understood Nathan's feelings of lose and panic. His own son was the most important person in his life and he would kill to protect him. His thoughts about his son were drowned out when the ship's alarms blared alive once again.
"What the hell just happened?" Matt asked as he raced towards the nearest turbolift. Not recieving a response from the bridge told him that something very bad had just happened.
"Sir I Just received a call from Starbase 718. There asking if we need reinforcements. They say they've monitored a large contingent of Romulan ships in the area communicating in a code that hasn't been deciphered yet."
"Tell Starbase 718 reinforcements will be needed," Matt said," something has happened and Darius has been forced to action. We need to know what that is."
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Matt didn't know what had prompted the Romulan commander to decloak and go to warp. Hopefully they had just been recalled by the Empire, but that was wishful thinking. Something very important must have happened for Darius to break off his monitoring of the Jefferson.
"Mr. Tagert I want to keep some distance from Darius ship," Matt said as he entered the bridge," the Jefferson won't stand a chance against a Romulan fleet."
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“Commander Reynolds, I need to speak to you privately as soon as possible. It’s urgent.” Megan reported glancing briefly at the viewscreen and around the bridge before adding, “And if I may ask, Sir, what’s going on?”
"Darius decloaked and then went to warp," Matt replied noticing the science officer's demeanor. The death of the Romulan had reached his ears and he knew what had been done. Megan would be going through some difficult emotions, but like he had expected she was putting her personal problems to the side. "A large Romulan fleet has been detected, Starfleet has is sending in reinforcements, but we don't know what we're looking for."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2008 11:54:09 GMT
"Darius decloaked and then went to warp. A large Romulan fleet has been detected; Starfleet is sending in reinforcements, but we don't know what we're looking for." Matt answered, making no move towards the ready room, as now it was entirely obvious that leaving the bridge right now was inadvisable.
Moving automatically to her own console, Megan quickly brought up the scans and saw that there was indeed a very large fleet of Romulan warbirds heading in their direction. The other thing of interest on sensors was that Commander Darius’ “warbird” was actually a small scout ship. That knowledge caused a grim smile to cross the science officer’s face briefly. ‘Very clever Darius…’ she thought to herself, making special note of the vessel as to be easily recognizable next time.
With the fleet heading towards them, the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place, and Megan knew what they had to do and said, “Sir, I suggest we retreat.” That suggestion caused quite a few heads to turn in her direction, surprise and confusion on many of them. Unperturbed, Commander Garrett continued, “We are no match for this many ships, and reinforcements will not arrive in time. I know what they are protecting, or rather where, and that the Ambassador is not in any danger. I believe the best course of action would be to retreat, both to prevent our destruction and to keep them from realizing how much we know.”
The bridge seemed to fall silent as everyone waited for Matt’s response. Megan caught herself actually holding her breath. If necessary, she would fight for her opinion and give him all the relevant information that had helped her arrive at this conclusion, but Garrett was somewhat hoping that the acting CO would trust her. It made no sense to throw the Jefferson into a fight they couldn’t win, to rescue a man who didn’t want to be rescued, and in doing so give away a strategic advantage that could potentially affect the future outcome of a much bigger picture. This may have looked like and perhaps even felt like a loss, but with the knowledge Jombis had provided them, this would be setting them up for a greater victory...and keep his parent's from dying with their son.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2008 12:17:05 GMT
The pain Nathan was experiencing had gone from a mere nuicance to excruciating and the doctor knew there was nothing he could do against it. He tried to relax as much as possible, keeping up a quiet conversation with Mitchell, who seemed to be interested in knowing exactly what had happened before in the brig, when Nathan had first tried to help Jombis.
Between relating the events, Nathan started to feel extremely uncomfortable. Jayden Mitchell picked up on the discomfort almost immediately. "Doctor, are you sure you're all right?" he asked, "I'm sensing pain, among a few things."
Nathan waved him off. "Nothing I can't handle," he gasped. A burning sensation spread from his neck down his spine, followed by a sharp burst of pain. Feeling a distinct difference with the earlier discomfort, Nathan brought up his hand to his neck, looking at it in surprise when it came away red.
His implant had somehow overloaded and exploded, causing the painful burn in his neck. A second later, pure agony washed over him; his body appeared to be on fire with an extend of injuries he knew he hadn't sustained. Outside the cell, Jayden's eyes widened as he too felt the agony the doctor experienced. He screamed, almost matching the doctor's cry of agony, before he slumped to the deck.
Nathan on his part took the pain a little better, but he too was gasping for breath. He had wrenched his eyes shut as he wrapped his arms around his torso, almost willing the pain to go away. His head felt as if it were about to burst and he tasted blood in his mouth. There was a severe pain in his chest that lanced out through his left arm. There, he knew instantly something was very wrong, not because of what he was experiencing, but because of his own feelings.
This pain was not channeled out through him; it was his own. He gasped in horror as he realised what was happening, screaming for help as he passed out.
A little later he opened his eyes a little when he felt someone touching him. It took all effort on his part not to squirm away from it. Through partly opened eyes he saw something that terrified him to the core of his very being. The science officer stood over him, black-clad and blood-covered. It was then that he realised what had happened, and whose pain he had been experiencing all along.
As she walked away, he experienced the sensation of being transported, then his semi-conscious mind registered that his body was being restrained.
Hannah looked down at her chief, horrified at his appearance. She saw immediately that the inhibitor had overloaded, knowing it wasn't something he could've done while held in a cell, with no tools at his disposal. Then she looked at the marine who had been beamed over as well. The young officer was showing the same injuries as the doctor, to some extend.
"take care of him," she ordered, then ordered the activation of the EMH. "Aneurysm of the aorta," she reported, "he needs surgery immediately." She nodded down to the once more unconscious Nathan. "It looks like he suffered a severe heart attack, though I don't understand how."
The EMH nodded and started barking orders of his own. About an hour later, the chief medical officer was resting on a bed, securely restrained even though he wasn't designated a flight risk. As he was still under arrest, security had thought it best he be restrained, according to protocol.
Hannah Lowell tapped her combadge. "bridge, this is sickbay. We have the doctor here under heavy guard. He's recovering from a severe heart attack. As soon as he's well enough, we'll transfer him back to the brig. However, I have a request..." She paused, letting the report sink in. "Under counselor supervision, his son should be allowed to visit him. It is my medical opinion that it may aid his recovery. Additionally, I have to report that somehow the implant he was given overloaded, and that both he and Lance Corporal Mitchell are showing the same injuries. Both of them appear to have been experiencing pain that was channeled to them. Corporal Mitchell is a Betazoid sir, and he suffered minimal brain damage. He'll be fine, as will doctor Van Breughel be, in the long run."
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Post by tamara on Mar 13, 2008 15:21:36 GMT
Returning after a day of unrest, Tamara found herself better prepared to deal with the Doctor. His emotional state was more frail than the Counselor had expected the first time she was in his cell, and it caught her off guard. She had gotten past any blame, however, for the removal of his son from his care - so yesterday's discussion with Nathan was not pointless.
The guard stepped aside, and Tamara stood before the forcefield. She did not asked to go in yet, as Nathan was sleeping on the floor.
"Nathan?" Tamara called. She felt bad waking him, but he had requested she return, and she did not want him to miss her. If he had any notion that she skipped out on him - even if it was due to him happening to be asleep when she arrived, it might set back his trust of her. Trust was the only reason that Nathan even talked to Tamara.
"Nathan? I have some bad news," Tamara said, referring to J'Varr. She had made the decision not to contact him, as adding more people into the mix of emotions that the Doctor was experience could prove to be counter productive. J'Varr was a good guy, but every Counselor knew that non-Counselors tend to accidentally say the wrong thing at the wrong time. It was best that he be left alone.
Nathan still wasn't moving, and Tamara became concerned. "How long has he been sleeping?"
The guard tapped a few buttons. "Four hours, Doctor."
"Can you lower the force field?"
He nodded and did so. Tamara immediately walked inside, and the forcefield was resurrected.
Shaking Nathan, "Nathan?" but she grabbed her hand back quickly. He was cold to the touch, and when she had shook him, his eyelids opened slightly showing that his pupils had rolled upward.
=/\= Doctor Thompson to sickbay. We have a medical emergency =/\=
The guard rolled his eyes, "He's just faking it, you know."
Counselor Thompson ignored it. Such speculation was not productive, and did not serve any purpose.
Nathan's eyes readjusted at one point, looking right at Tamara, before rolling back again. An emergency beam-out took them to sickbay, where Hannah immediately started working behind a forcefield.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2008 15:35:53 GMT
ooc: I'm going to assume this is a few hours after my last post...after nathan was stable enough to be returned to the brig. If not....lemme know and I'll rewrite this one...or I'll delete it.
ic: Hannah looked back at Thompson. "Not again," she sighed, after making the doctor comfortable a second time. The forcefield blinked off and on again after she stepped through. "I take it you hadn't heard what happened earlier today?"
The chief nurse washed her hands, then beckoned the counselor to follow. "He was transferred here, together with Corporal Mitchell, a few hours back. Both were suffering severe nosebleeds and Mitchell suffered minor brain damage. Nathan, however, was also bleeding from his ears, the implant had exploded and he was sufferering a severe heart attack. We had him stabilised and when he was well enough, he was transferred back to the brig."
She looked back at the unconscious doctor. "I guess we missed a few internal bleedings on our initial scan." Hannah touched Tamara's arm lightly. "I think he's been telling the truth all along, he certainly couldn't have done this much damage to himself, not while in isolation. The only thing we found in there was a book, he had nothing else. And, though he might’ve appeared cheerful, the contrary is true. He feels really guilty, though I guess he already told you as much. I know he’s been talking to you."
The two women watched as the doctor finally stirred and opened his eyes. "Welcome back," Hannah smiled, as she approached the forcefield. "How do you feel?"
Nathan didn't answer immediately, trying to get his bearings first. "Headache," he murmured, limply raising his hand to his forehead, "and dizzy. What happened?"
Quietly, Hannah explained what had happened earlier. "Oh, I remember that," the doctor replied weakly, then offered a weak smile as he spotted the counselor a few paces back. "Hello," he greeted.
Hannah stepped through the forcefield, admonishing her patient to keep still. "Apparently your lungs were damaged, but you should be feeling better in a minute. Just don't sit up. I'm sorry I transferred you back too soon."
Nathan waved her off, desperate to hear any news the counselor might have. Hannah leaned over him, pressing him down by the shoulders, before lightly running her hand over his cheek. She felt him flinch under her touch, but she merely smiled. “Just rest doctor, everything will be all right.” Now, she ran her hand over his hair in a desperate attempt to be of comfort. “I promise, everything will be all right. And you’re not alone, you’re not going to face this alone. You trust me right? You’re my friend Nathan, I won’t let you face this alone, I promise. Rest now, go back to sleep.”
Hannah pressed the hypospray against his arm, then watched him drift off into unconsciousness once more. “I feel so sorry for him,” she said, turning back to face Thompson, “I feel like everything always seems to single him out. Yet he’s always making time for everyone, pulling double shifts to cure people, forgoing his own health in favour of others. And yet he also singlehandedly manages to raise a child and care for two felines. Were it me, I’d have gone nuts long ago.”
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Post by tagert on Mar 14, 2008 2:59:59 GMT
"Tell Starbase 718 reinforcements will be needed," Matt said," something has happened and Darius has been forced to action. We need to know what that is."
"Yessir!" Tom said with his Oklahoma accent. He didn't always use his okie accent but he was a senior office and he felt like Matt wouldn't hold it against him.
"Mr. Tagert I want to keep some distance from Darius ship," Matt said as he entered the bridge," the Jefferson won't stand a chance against a Romulan fleet."
"Scusse me sir, but moments ago we detected a transmission coming from somewhere inside the Jefferson. It took us a couple of minuets to decrypt and once we did it was still in txt. code, but it looked to me like a warning, to the surreal, that our Romulan buddy, down in the brig had been captured, and that we were to be destroyed by their "CMX-09". There was also sumpin in there, about the Debrune delegates warp trail. I took a look, just a few thousand Km past the Surreal, and there it was almost plain as day. I had Chen, folow the trail and when we did Darius ship took off. I'm holding us back cause his ship is letting off some strange readings. I think there warp core is about to go."
Tom hadn't noticed Commander Garrett walk onto the bridge but he heard her say. “Commander Reynolds, I need to speak to you privately as soon as possible. It’s urgent.” Megan paused briefly at the viewscreen and around the bridge before adding, “And if I may ask, Sir, what’s going on?”
Tom moved from the Science station to the Opps console, making room for the science officer. “Sir, I suggest we retreat.” Garrett said, “We are no match for this many ships, and reinforcements will not arrive in time. I know what they are protecting, or rather where, and that the Ambassador is not in any danger. I believe the best course of action would be to retreat, both to prevent our destruction and to keep them from realizing how much we know.” Tom thought she sounded like a robot, and he didn't want to leave a good fight.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2008 6:10:36 GMT
There was something to be learned from prior experiences, though T'Ress. Too bad that was to not mess with cloaked technology. How he wished that he could be assisting the doctor and those others whom were also in likewise pain. However, he could not. But he had two past experiences to help him help the vessel's crew.
The first was one of the Jefferson's own occurrences. He had in fact been there, of course, when the entire artifical intelligence 'scandal' erupted and therefore was able to gain a substantial knowledge of what legal matters may be used in the pursuit of the assembly of cloaked technology.
The second event was one that was played out on a distant station. On Deep Space Nine there had been an attempt, and a very successful one at that, to build self-replicating mines. Therefore, when a ship was annihilated in the minefield, it would continue to exist as though nothing had happened.
What he cradled carefully was the disarmed [word deleted] child between these two, with some material taken from the evil CMX-09 project. He wanted to use the enemy's technology against them.
Easily deployable from the quantum torpedo tubes, this small black sphere was the mother of what he had hoped to produce multiples of - whether he actually got permission or otherwise. Taking the CMX-09 technology matrix, or what was deciphered of it, he applied it to the diagrams published of the self replicating mines. It was thus not very difficult to get the computer to replicate at least one of these devices.
He had learned to from experience that it was easier to ask for forgiveness then for permission. In this manner, he carried the device over to the freight turbolift and allowed himself to engage the transport device to bring him into the weapons stock. Therefore, he placed the mine into the through off to the side as he exited, and hit his communicator, "T'Ress to bridge.."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2008 21:57:26 GMT
== Two Days Later[/b] ==
Nathan had been transferred back to the brig, after spending two full days confined to sickbay. He didn't mind in particular, as he found the brig to be more quiet than sickbay, which was generally noisy, even when there was no-one around to talk to. Not that many had wanted to talk to him to begin with. Sure, he had gotten the curious glances but security had steadily turned them away.
During those two days he had mostly slept or lay on the bed thinking things over. By now, the memory of shooting his commanding officer had become very real to him, and he felt extremely guilty because of it. He had spent a few hours discussing these feelings with the counselor, acknowledging them and moving past them to some extend. This was something he would have to learn to live with.
He hadn't been allowed to see his son, but he was informed the boy was doing well, staying with one of his friends. He had asked for his father, but had let the matter rest when he was told his father needed a few days alone at least, to get better as he had been very sick. The doctor could live with that explanation for now, though he prayed he would be rejoined with the boy sooner rather than later. He hadn't been allowed to see some of his friends either, with security arguing he was still in isolation. Other than Matt, Megan and Tamara, none were allowed to visit him.
Nathan felt lonely, extremely lonely now that he was back in his previous cell. By now, he had heard Jombis was dead and he openly grieved for the Romulan who had attacked and used him. Had the Romulan not done that, Nathan felt that they might have developed a friendship or at least a mutual trust. Frustrated, he wiped the tears from his face as he continued to walk around the cell.
He felt more awake than ever, yet also more tired than ever. He had spent three days in total, resting and sleeping, between his talks with the counselor. For some odd reason, he started to feel comfortable talking to her, regardless of his usual feelings towards counselors. She had comforted him, or tried to at least. Sighing, he walked back to the cot and lay down, closing his eyes as he folded his hands across his chest. He drifted off into sleep almost immediately.
Nathan stood facing his commanding officer, trembling in fear. The Andorian had remarkably recovered from his injuries and had demanded the doctor report to his office immediately. Without doubt, Nathan knew he had better report as ordered or face the consequences of disobeying orders.
The Andorian looked pale, though his eyes were as bright as ever, a strange look beholden to them as the doctor faced him. There was an unusual fierceness to the marine commanding officer but, as Hrisvalar reached out towards him, there was also a strange gentleness. "I'm sorry," Nathan whispered, averting his gaze in shame. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me."
"There's nothing to forgive," the Andorian answered in a tone that beheld such calmness, it surprised the human doctor. "You would never have done that on your own. You fear me, and rightly so."
Nathan looked up, terrified. "What'll happen now?" He backed up as the Andorian advanced on him, until he could go no further and the Andorian only came closer, their noses almost touching.
"You'll stand trial, as is the law. But you were influenced, used. There'll be punishment, quite severe I imagine, but your character speaks in your favour." The marine spoke softly, almost friendly. To Nathan's utter surprise, he even reached up to caress his face. Had he not forgotten the kiss then? The following anger?
Nathan gazed his commanding officer in the eyes now, surprise replacing fear, followed by admiration. Their lips touched, lightly at first but firmer in a second.
The doctor bolted upright, his fingers touching his lips, feeling the sensation of having been kissed as vividly as if it had actually happened. He felt lightheaded, but quite good all the same. His heart was racing, his breath quick as he pondered on his dream. Was it a dream, or perhaps a vision, telling him that everything would be all right soon. It would just have to be, Nathan firmly believed it would, and he would accept any punishment that would be 'bestowed' upon him. It was his duty, and his obligation to do so. As long as he wouldn't lose his medical lisence, and the chance to redeem himself as well as continue to serve on this vessel he called home.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2008 22:57:56 GMT
As Commander Reynolds nodded in agreement, Megan felt her shoulders slump in relief. The last thing she’d wanted to do right now as have to push for her opinion to be taken seriously. Several of the other bridge officers looked somewhat disappointed as Matt ordered Tagert to bring the Jefferson about and head back towards base, but Commander Garrett knew that this was the right move to make. Besides, they weren’t giving up by any means; she still had some unfinished business with Commander Darius, and Megan Garrett wasn’t the type of woman to let something go. The Romulan Commander hadn’t seen the last of her.
Almost as soon as the Jefferson had turned around, the Romulan fleet slowed their pursuit to a more normal pace and changed course so as not to be heading directly towards them. This news caused the last remaining tension on the bridge to dissipate and the atmosphere began to settle back to normal for the most part. Megan still felt far from normal…but it was nice to feel the shift back to standard.
While catching up on everything that had happened while she was…otherwise occupied, Megan was pleased to discover that Commander T’Ress had taken the opportunity to secure one of the mines Jombis had mentioned that Darius created. Linking the mine to the Romulan Commander, the science officer was determined to pick his work apart, learn how to render it entirely useless against them, and in doing so making it easier to defeat Darius at their next encounter.
“Garrett to T’Ress, I understand you’ve acquired one of the Romulan mines. I want you to pick that mine apart, Commander; figure out exactly how it works and try to predict what adaptations they might be planning on making in the future. We need to know what we’re dealing with so as to have every possible advantage. Make this your top priority, Commander. Garret out.” Megan ordered, glad to have such an experienced engineer on board who thought far enough ahead to grab one of the disabled mines and had the knowledge to know what to do with it.
<Tag T’Ress>
Turning to Tagert, whose shift was long over but had stayed at the helm during the majority of the confrontation with the Romulans, Megan decided he could use a break and a change of scenery. “Lieutenant, you’ve been at the helm far too long. Take a break; that’s an order. Also, I’d like to you assist Commander T’Ress with the mine. I want you to focus on anything that will help us detect and avoid them in the future. Use the holodeck to simulate potential encounters, but make sure we know how to prevent what happened to the Jefferson from happening to anyone else. Pending an emergency, cover your shifts at helm with others in your department and keep your primary focus on this assignment until further notice.”
<Tag Tagert>
As the helmsman left the bridge, the weight of everything seemed to fall all at once on Megan’s shoulders, and she instantly felt completely exhausted, both physically and emotionally drained. Asking to be relieved, which Matt agreed to almost immediately, the science officer sighed heavily and moved to the turbolift, stopped only by the sound of Hannah’s voice over the com channel.
"Bridge, this is sickbay. We have the doctor here under heavy guard. He's recovering from a severe heart attack. As soon as he's well enough, we'll transfer him back to the brig. However, I have a request…under counselor supervision, his son should be allowed to visit him. It is my medical opinion that it may aid his recovery.” With a slight yawn, Megan continued moving to leave once again. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about Nathan, but right now, her mind was heavy with a million other thoughts, most of them focused on Jombis and what she’d done. However, the second portion of the nurse’s report stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Additionally, I have to report that somehow the implant he was given overloaded, and that both he and Lance Corporal Mitchell are showing the same injuries. Both of them appear to have been experiencing pain that was channeled to them. Corporal Mitchell is a Betazoid sir, and he suffered minimal brain damage. He'll be fine, as will Doctor van Breughel be, in the long run." Hannah added.
As Matt replied, Megan felt her entire face drain of color and moved quickly to enter the lift before anyone noticed her duress. The inhibitor overloading, the channeled pain, the heart attack, Mitchell being Betazoid...all pointed to one thing, which only made everything that had happened in the last few hours even worse. Somehow, what she’d done to Jombis hadn’t been confined there. The pain she’d caused hadn’t been restricted to just him, and somehow Nathan had felt it too. The science officer suddenly came to the horrific realization that she had very nearly killed Doctor van Breughel, and perhaps even Lance Corporal Mitchell with what she had done. This fact only added to the terrible guilt she was feeling.
Once the lift came to a halt at the correct deck, she bolted and practically ran to her quarters, luckily not running into anyone on the way. Even before the doors had closed behind her, Megan had collapsed to her knees and was sobbing uncontrollably. What she had done to Jombis had been more than enough for her to handle, the pain she’d inflicted both emotionally and physically, enough to not only completely break his will but end his life… The look in his eyes when he’d pleaded with her for mercy, for him and for his parents, and the weight of his head in her arms as his life had left him...things that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
And now, to make matters worse, she had to consider what she’d put Nathan and Mitchell through. True, Megan had not realized there was the potential of hurting them with her actions, but that didn’t change the fact that she had. Just how much pain had Nathan felt and for how long? She had been merciless for hours and hours before Jombis had finally broken and told her everything. How much of that had the doctor suffered through as well? These were answers she would need to have eventually, but right now it was all she could do to breathe.
Half crawling and half dragging herself across the floor, Megan managed to make it onto her bed, where she curled up in a fetal position hugging a pillow as tightly as she could manage and continuing to sob as if she would never stop. For the moment, it felt like she would never be able to live with herself and what she had done and that she couldn’t go on. The last conscious thought she could recall before her weary mind slipped into a peaceful, dreamless sleep was that life would never be the same again and that a part of her would never recover.
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Post by tamara on Mar 16, 2008 3:05:41 GMT
"Don't look so down," she rubbed the top of the young boy's head as he walked, messing his hair up. In response, he ducked away, half laughing, and fixed it.
"It was just a little accident with the medicine we have been giving your father. He is getting better now."
"Then why is he in jail?"
"Jail!" Tamara giggled. It was a true statement, and was no silly matter. However, the Counselor hoped that by playing it off as a silly statement, she might get away with convincing the boy that this was not as serious as it looked.
"He's not in jail! He's only in the brig because he is sick, and if we keep him in sickbay, he might hurt others." she quickly amended her statement, "or make others sick."
Freddy stopped asking questions, and Tamara hoped it was because her answers had satisfied him. He had stopped crying in the turbolift, and now that he was actually talking in the walk to the brig, he was even cheerful.
"Did you bring the picture you drew?" Tamara had seen to it, out of her sorriness for what had happened between Freddy and Nathan, that Freddy had been taken good care of. She held daily meetings with him, sometimes sneaking him away to the mess hall to get a late night slice of cake. For a four year old boy, Freddy had to really grow up quick. The fact remained, though, that his innocence was not lost - Tamara was going to see to it that it wouldn't. The picture was her suggestion, and it made Freddy excited to see his father, instead of nervous.
The doors opened, and the security guard cracked enough of a smile so that the child wasn't afraid to walk past him. Tamara patted the officer on the shoulder, thanking him without words for his perceived kindness.
"Doctor Van Breughel, I have a surprise for you."
When Nathan turned around, and Freddy saw, he went running.
"Daddy!"
The forcefield was deactivated just in time for the boy to not run face first into it. The excitement and emotions in the room were enough to bring tears to Tamara's eyes, and she wiped them with the handkerchief the tactical officer gave her. "Thank you." she mentioned, between her almost unnoticeable sobs.
"I'm supposed to monitor this meeting, Nathan, but I'll be out of the way over here." Tamara said, taking a seat in the back of the observation area.
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Post by tagert on Mar 16, 2008 7:23:22 GMT
Commander Garrett turned to Tom, whose shift was long over but had stayed at the helm during the majority of the confrontation with the Romulans. “Lieutenant, you’ve been at the helm far too long. Take a break; that’s an order. Also, I’d like to you assist Commander T’Ress with the mine. I want you to focus on anything that will help us detect and avoid them in the future. Use the holodeck to simulate potential encounters, but make sure we know how to prevent what happened to the Jefferson from happening to anyone else. Pending an emergency, cover your shifts at helm with others in your department and keep your primary focus on this assignment until further notice.”
"Yes ma'am" Tagert said, as he rubbed his eyes and headed for the turbolift. The doors closed and he said "Deck 4." Tom was tired, but he felt like having some fun before he went to bed. His quarters were on deck 4, but so were the Holosuites. He walked in and ordered up his fun. "Computer. Tagert Program: Legends" All of the sudden, he was back on Earth, in Ada Oklahoma, standing in front of a "Cowboy Night Club" Called Legends. The club had been there for centuries, under different names and owners, but since the 21st century it had been called Legends.
A flood of memories rushed into his mind...Well partial memories. There was the first time he snuck in, when he was sixteen. Young Tommy Tagert had transported over with a bunch of friends that were 18 and old enough to get in, (18 to enter, 21 to drink) he told the bouncer that he had lost his ID chip at the last bar that the group had come from. It was enough to get him in...well he was lucky the bouncer was new, and a girl. That BS story, his Communication terminal number and a smile later, he was in.
He walked up to the Bar and the bartender said. "Sir I'm going to have to ask you to step out side of the roped area. I'm sorry but no blue wrist bans allowed." A little embarrassed Tom stepped out side of the roped area and went to look for a drunk girl to buy him some drinks. There she was Tanya Trimble: 26, four kids, there father had died in Starfleet, and she was drunker than Cooter Brown. He walked up and said. "Hi darlin'. Ain't you got nobody to dance with?" And that was it, he had found a buyer, but more than just that, he had found his first love. Tanya was a mess she drank constantly, and that is no way to begin your first experiments with syinthahol. Soon Tom was drinking too much and too much of the real stuff, Kentucky Deluxe: the most horrible, nasty, demon, drink. But it was the cheapest too. Tanya and Tom were living to gather when Tom was seventeen, but Tanya had an ex-boyfriend that would come along every now and then and want her back. Tanya would always want him back and Tom decided that he would head out to California to work for Starfleet as a mechanic, but thats another story.
Back in the present Tom walked into Legends. The same cute girl from a few years back still standing at the door. He walked over to the bar and asked for a Saurian Brandie. The bartender Adam said. "Sorry Tom, the only Saurian here is named Jill." Tom smiled he hadn't done a lot of that today, and it felt good. He looked down the bar as Adam poured his drink and asked. "Well where is this Jill?" Adam smiled and said. "Over in the corner. The one with the purple eyes." Tom saw her she was cute but she was just a hologram, he drank his shot of liquor and then followed by three shots of rum and an hour later he was doing something called "body shots" off of Jill's stomach.
He was quite drunk and quite board. The music selection ranged from old country and western to classic and punk rock and every thing in between (and that was a big in between). He decided he had had enough to drink and enough Legends for the night. "Comp..computer. End proglam," He licked his lips and cleared his throat. "End program." He walked out of the holodeck and down the corridor. The collar of his under shirt was unzipped and his duty jacket was slung over his shoulder as he swayed down the hallway. On the way to his quarters he noticed the name plate on a door as he walked by, he read it out loud. "Commander Megan Garrett, Room number 84." he turned an about face and walked up to the door. Bracing him self with one hand on the side of the door jam, he knocked with the other. As he waited he ran a hand over his head to flatten his hair down.
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Just before the doors opened, Clarance Dickenson tackled Tom and pushed him into room 82, the room next to Commander Garrett's. "Taggy, what are you doing?" Dickenson asked. "What the hell...duss it look like...Clarance? I was just gonna ask her if she wanted to go git breakfast in the morning." Tom slurred. "Well it looked to me like you were headed to the brig." "Dickie...The brig is six decks down." "Four decks down." "You know what I meant. Why would I go to the brig when I'm on deck Four?" "Tom Your going to get in trouble walking the corridors drunk, at this time of night." "Dickie you worry too much!" "Quiet down I'm going to walk you home." "It's just down the hall. I can make it." "I know you can but I wanna go with you." "Aw Dickie your a good friend." "Ya. I know, and your always there for me when I need ya to walk me home." Clarance smiled rolled his eyes and shook his head a.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2008 20:04:32 GMT
Wearily, Nathan turned, fully expecting the counselor to pull a trick on him. He wasn't in the mood for tricks, even though Tamara had been very nice and understanding these past days, trying to cheer him up with the odd joke. His expression brightened when his son charged up to the cell, then turned anxious when the forcefield hadn't been let down yet.
The guard, however was just in time and Freddy raced up to his father. Nathan knelt down, tightly hugging the boy, tears flowing freely from his eyes. "I've missed you so much," he whispered, holding the boy close to him.
"Dad, please," the boy prompted, disentangling himself from the hug. Proudly, he held out a piece of paper. "Look, I made this in school today!"
Watching Tamara retreat, Nathan shot her a grateful smile; he appreciated her effort and he was feeling better already. He accepted the drawing and looked at it closely, frowning as he examined it. "Nice," he praised dutifully, "what is it?" He knew his son wasn't the most skilled artist on the ship, though he had plenty of imagination.
"It's you and me," Freddy grinned, pointing at the picture, "we're making pancakes, see? There's flower everywhere and there's one sticking to the roof." Not that quarters had roofs, but alas.
Nathan nodded in understanding. "We'll make more pancakes soon," he promised.
"Will you be better soon?" Freddy asked innocently, "Tamara said you've been really sick, and that you're in jail so you won't hurt anyone."
The doctor shot the counselor a brief but confused glance and saw her shrug slightly, casting him an apologetic look in return. "Yes, I've been very sick," Nathan answered his son's question, "but I'm getting better. We'll be together again soon, I promise. But for now you get to stay with Tanis, like you wanted a while ago. You are taking care of Sox and Tibbe right?"
Freddy nodded vigorously. "Oh yes. Tanis doesn't like them but his mom has allowed me to keep them there. They miss you too, Tibbe's really annoying you know!"
Nathan remembered how the grey cat enjoyed snoring on his lap whenever she got the chance. Then Tamara stepped forward, indicating they had to go. "Why don't you go ahead," he encouraged the boy, "I need to have a word with Tamara." He gave his son another hug then nudged him to leave.
"Thank you," he said, once the boy was gone, "I don't know how to thank you." Against better judgement, he hugged the counselor too. "I really appreciate it, but we mustn't keep his hopes up, or mine." He sat back down. "I had a really strange dream earlier, and strangely enough it did make me feel better." He told her of the dream in which the brigadier had appeared. "You think it has any meaning?"
At her nod, he sighed in relief. "Any idea how long I have to remain here?" he continued, "will Commander Reynolds ever come down again to talk to me? Or has Commander Garrett been tasked with that. I haven't seen anyone besides you...and none have given me any updates on our current situation. I know I am relieved of duty, and you know I understand that, but..." He trailed off.
Tamara didn't answer his questions but promised she'd try and find out what she could. Nathan didn't dare ask if she'd bring his son by again soon, it either happened or it didn't. "Thank you," he said again, as he watched her leave.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Mar 17, 2008 22:12:25 GMT
"Commander Reynolds, expect a full debriefing once you arrive at Assailant," Admiral Lin said over the viewscreen. If he was angry Matt couldn't tell, but Matt knew that the Trill was worried," I'll be expecting you with three days, Lin out."
The last few days had been extremely turbulent ones for the young first officer. He felt as if he had been defeated by Commander Darius and the Romulans. Matt knew that Megan had been right in questioning his orders to pursue and he was positive that she saved them from destruction. His feelings of defeat were nothing to that of remorse and disgust. He had ordered Megan to torture a prisoner and that torture led to his death and the suffering of two of his crew. Matt had always believed that Starfleet and the Federation were better than everyone else because they had ethics and morals. The realization that he was no better than Darius caused him great pain.
Matt was not about to share these feelings with Doctor Thompson, but knew that he would need to vent his frustrations. Luckily for him, he had access to a holodeck.
"Computer are there any appointments in my schedule?" Matt asked as rose from Zhukarak's ready room chair.
"Affirmative, at 2100 hours. Meeting with Nathan van Breughel."
"That's right," Matt said as he looked at the report given to him by Hannah and Tamara. It seemed that Nathan had been telling the truth all along. When Matt realized his mistake he immediately dropped all serious charges against Nathan. The incident would stay on his record, but nothing to bad would come to him.
"Computer inform the brig that I will be coming down to speak with the doctor," Matt said as he picked up the reports headed out of the office.
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"Ensign you are excused," Matt said as he entered the brig and saw Nathan quietly sleeping.
"Understood," the ensign said as he shut down his station and left the brig.
"Nathan...Nathan please wake up," Matt said as he called out to the doctor. It didn't take long for the older man to wake and face Matt. "I heard you saw Freddy today."
(Nathan)
"I've read Tamara's report," Matt said showing the padd in his hands," I'm sorry that I doubted you Nathan, but I couldn't take any chances."
(Nathan)
"That being said, you are ordered to undergo basic military training with special emphasis on all types of defense," Matt said as he lowered the shield," I couldn't erase all the charges against you, but you will be able to join your son by tomorrow morning.
(Nathan)
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