M5 The Trial – Plain Speak
by Commander Aaron Guilder & Commodore Talla H'Rhar
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Old
"Meet me in my office at 1400 hours," he suggested mildly.
"Thank you commander. I will meet you there." She replied.
New
She had prepared herself for the meeting by bathing with a damp cloth, even though she was not sure if he had realised he had aroused her towards a possible relationship. She imagined him swinging his Bat'leth and she hers, locking each other in battle, taunting and teasing each other with the tips of the blades.
Since her attack, she had come out stronger and more self determined, but she was still off active duty until the doctor had cleared her as fit. It would be another 2 or 3 days of regeneration on her legs and arms before she could even consider that fact and though she would not admit, she missed the bridge, even Guilder & Gullivan.
The walk to Horns office had been like a mountaineering expedition for her, but she was determined that her injuries would not stop her from getting around the ship, far better than being stuck in her quarters staring at the walls with only her reflection for company.
It had taken her the best part of twenty minutes to get here and now that she was, she felt as though she had to face the Mok'tra and her tutor.
She lay her thumb on the door chime.
"Come in," the Vulcan replied calmly as he walked towards the door, seeing it slide open before him.
The door opened and there he stood, tall and proud inviting her into his domain.
"Thank you." She uttered in total contrast to how she had been a few hours earlier. "I apologise for disturbing your lunch earlier, I do hope I did not cause you too much of a problem." She apologised as she entered.
The room was cool, if a little dark and on the desk stood a lamp which cast its light across the desk. Her eyes adjusted within a second as she made her way to the chair at his desk.
She did not sit until he came to her side and then she pulled out the chair and settled herself upon it.
"It was no problem," Peter replied mildly as he crossed the small distance to the replicator. "Would you care for something to drink? Experience tells me that this sort of conversation can be ... uncomfortable." He paused. "You said that you can positively identify the defendant as your attacker?" A single slanted eyebrow rose few millimeters. "That puts my count on two."
She shook her head, declining his offer of a drink as she watched him move around the room.
"I can." Came her short reply. She gave him the lead, her question would come when he was sat.
Waiting for her to continue, without his prompting, Peter returned to his seat, empty-handed.
"Why am I not on your list?" She asked the question that nagged at her, ignoring his question in preference to her own. She had felt ignored and belittled by not being recognised as one of Randys targets and she wanted to be sure that she was included.
"I do not know. The list is as I received it from Commander Kentar, it is possible that he missed you in the process."
Her head bowed as he explained, but it gave her little comfort. Kolar felt a little betrayed by the Commander, unless he did not want her on that list for the very reason she should be. She was however, glad that she had the answer, even if it was not the one she wanted. "Miss me?" She mouthed as her eyes narrowed, but hardly spoke the remark.
"Can you describe your attacker to me, and describe what you felt? The Defense will no doubt ask difficult questions, so I will attempt to walk you through them so they will not come as a surprise."
Her head lifted and cocked to the side.
"AS he is, or as he was on the afternoon he sabotaged my training session?" Without really wanting an answer. "I did not see him to begin with, I heard him and I know his voice." She said with a grin, "He was not actually on the holodeck, so I am not able to describe his appearance."
She admitted, then continued, "I knew my program had been sabotaged, when I was shot," She pointed to her legs, "the safety protocols had been disarmed and when the program I was running changed to a shark attack, I felt glorious!" She remarked with a wide grin on her face.
"I thought I was going to die and I would have preferred a real battle, but still, it was a good way to meet Kahless." She spoke proudly.
"Fear took over, I could not beat the shark on my own, it was hungry for blood and I called for the program to cease and fell from a height and broke my leg in the fall back to the floor. That was when I realised that this was not a good place to die, but that was when your defendant made his mistake." A face was fixed with an odd grin as she recalled her first sight of Randy.
Kolar then started to describe the scene.
"He had set up a strange mountain scenario, I could see stars and then a blinding white light, but that was when I saw him, sitting a few metre4 away, only for a second, but I know it was him. His hair was short blonde, he wore black trouser and his gym top. It was dirty and the number 23 emblazoned across the front." Her mouth widened it's smile. "That is burnt in here." She said as she tapped at the side of her head. "After the next session of torture, I was sure I was going to die, Stovokor was calling, but a tree saved my life and I cried. I think I howled, but I cannot be sure, but that was when he apologised, 'I'm so sorry' he whispered. I barely heard it, but those were his final words and I thought that was to be the last thing I would ever hear. And I did not have the strength to give out any more battle roars, I was beaten. He could have finished me, but he did not. He spared me and if I am to be honest, as a warrior, I owe him my life." She hated to admit that final part, but that was the truth.
He thought for a moment, while not missing a word of her tale. "Did you give him probable cause?" he asked, "Klingon mating rituals are known to be violent." That might set her off, but it was a valid question, that WOULD get asked.
Had he really asked her that? Did her ears deceive her?
"I may have." She said, holding his eye. "Then again, you may also have initiated that with me." The grin came back to her face. "Violence and mating go hand in hand so to speak, are you offering?" She asked the question with a seriousness that even she could not believe she had asked him outright.
"Tempting, but no," Peter replied carefully, "I would meet you in battle on a holodeck but no I am not offering. I have a wife, two daughters and a son. One of my closest friends is Klingon, so I am not wholly oblivious to Klingon rituals, especially not since I underwent a few myself."
He made a few notes on a PADD. "Have you ever worked with the defendant, that you recognised his voice? Could you identify his voice again, when asked to do so? The only other witness who identified him, also stated he never saw him, but could identify him by voice print. Records show he did so in the presence of the security chief as well as his partner."
Kolar felt a little deflated. She had felt that he was being overly friendly and at the mention of a wife and offspring, she folded her arms across her chest and sighed.
She shook her head at his question.
"No, I have not worked with him, but we did train together a few times in the gymnasium and also shared a few holoprograms together. We have shared a breakfast on a few occasions in the dining hall, after all, this ship is not that big!" She remarked, unfolding her arms and rising from her chair.
She rubbed her forehead ridges and flicked her tongue across her teeth and made her way to the replicator.
"Can I?" She asked but didn't wait for a response. "Klingon tea, cold." She turned to Commander Horn. "Can you drink Klingon tea?" She purred with a slight taunt to her tone.
"Yes," Peter acknowledged, "fortunately I can. So long as no dairy is put into it, most definitely I can." He waited for her to return to her seat. "I sense frustration from you," he admitted, "did you consider the defendant to be your friend, initially? Do you have any idea why he chose to attack you, or was his apology meant to indicate he had not and that it might have been in error?"
She eased the Klingon tea across the top of the desk towards him as she sipped at her own, slurping with a crudeness which only a Klingon would think polite.
"Frustration, umm I had not thought that I was frustrated, not in a non sexual way you understand!" Her teeth were bared once again, trying to hide her disappointment. "I was not frustrated with Randy though." Pondering for a moment, she shook her head. "No, definitely not with Randy and he was not a friend, just a colleague, though I thought he was alright, for a human." Her thumb came to her temple and she gentle pushed inwards, massaging her head.
"I have no idea on either count for the last parts of your questions, I could make a guess, but that is not what this is for. Supposition is pointless." She said choosing her words with care. "For the record, I would say he saw me as sport, I am not like most of the humans on this ship. I am a Klingon female and my prowess as a warrior is well documented."
She turned the half cup of tea around full circle, picked it and drank what remained, wiping the dregs from her jaw with the back of hand.
"And the apology, well that would be obvious, to a Klingon, he was sorry I had not died on the battle field." She reasoned the last part for herself to make her loss easier, knowing full well that the apology was a guilt reaction.
"So Commander, tell me about your wife?" She said, cupping her hands and leaning forwards on the table and resting her chin on the balled fists, watching to see if he reacted.
That made sense, even to Peter. "My wife is Human, a medical nurse," he replied, "our marriage was unconventional, as she offered herself to me when I entered my first pon farr." It was one of the first times he actually calmly discussed this. "Nine months later my first daughter was born."
Kolar tipped her head slightly to one side, listening intently to his relaxing voice. He had an inner peace that she had not felt for a while from a stranger and she felt endeared to the Vulcan that sat alongside her. "And is she pretty? Your daughter." She enquired.
In reply, Peter produced a small paper picture of his family. It was a recent picture which showed all three children and his wife. It was notable that his son was almost his spitting image, except that he had Harley's hair colour and eyes. The girls all had his eyes but looked every bit their mother, save for the Vulcan features of course. Unlike him, the children and the woman were all smiling. "My wife Harley," he explained, pointing out each individual in turn," my daughters Seleya and Lilah and my son Connor."
She cast an approving eye and offered the picture back to Commander Horn. "You have a very pretty family. You have been blessed." Doran said and stood as her legs began to ache. "Commander, if we are done, may I be excused? I feel the need to wander." She said, baring her teeth in as pleasant a smile as a Klingon could manage.
Inclining his head, Peter offered a small smile in return. "You are excused," he replied, "I will call upon you for testimony in the trial. If you have questions, you know where to find me."
"I certainly do." She said as she pressed the door exit release. "Until then." She smiled and gave a salute to the commander for no reason in particular.
OFF:
Commander Peter Horn
Prosecuting Attorney
Lieutenant JG Kolar Doran
Helmsperson
By Aaron
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by Commander Aaron Guilder & Commodore Talla H'Rhar
Post Details
| Title | Plain Speak | |
| Mission | M5 The Trial | |
| Author(s) | Commander Aaron Guilder & Commodore Talla H'Rhar | |
| Posted | Tue Mar 09, 2010 @ 2:55pm | |
| Location | Commanders Horns Office - Deck 2 | |
| Timeline | M5 MD8 13:55 |
"Meet me in my office at 1400 hours," he suggested mildly.
"Thank you commander. I will meet you there." She replied.
New
She had prepared herself for the meeting by bathing with a damp cloth, even though she was not sure if he had realised he had aroused her towards a possible relationship. She imagined him swinging his Bat'leth and she hers, locking each other in battle, taunting and teasing each other with the tips of the blades.
Since her attack, she had come out stronger and more self determined, but she was still off active duty until the doctor had cleared her as fit. It would be another 2 or 3 days of regeneration on her legs and arms before she could even consider that fact and though she would not admit, she missed the bridge, even Guilder & Gullivan.
The walk to Horns office had been like a mountaineering expedition for her, but she was determined that her injuries would not stop her from getting around the ship, far better than being stuck in her quarters staring at the walls with only her reflection for company.
It had taken her the best part of twenty minutes to get here and now that she was, she felt as though she had to face the Mok'tra and her tutor.
She lay her thumb on the door chime.
"Come in," the Vulcan replied calmly as he walked towards the door, seeing it slide open before him.
The door opened and there he stood, tall and proud inviting her into his domain.
"Thank you." She uttered in total contrast to how she had been a few hours earlier. "I apologise for disturbing your lunch earlier, I do hope I did not cause you too much of a problem." She apologised as she entered.
The room was cool, if a little dark and on the desk stood a lamp which cast its light across the desk. Her eyes adjusted within a second as she made her way to the chair at his desk.
She did not sit until he came to her side and then she pulled out the chair and settled herself upon it.
"It was no problem," Peter replied mildly as he crossed the small distance to the replicator. "Would you care for something to drink? Experience tells me that this sort of conversation can be ... uncomfortable." He paused. "You said that you can positively identify the defendant as your attacker?" A single slanted eyebrow rose few millimeters. "That puts my count on two."
She shook her head, declining his offer of a drink as she watched him move around the room.
"I can." Came her short reply. She gave him the lead, her question would come when he was sat.
Waiting for her to continue, without his prompting, Peter returned to his seat, empty-handed.
"Why am I not on your list?" She asked the question that nagged at her, ignoring his question in preference to her own. She had felt ignored and belittled by not being recognised as one of Randys targets and she wanted to be sure that she was included.
"I do not know. The list is as I received it from Commander Kentar, it is possible that he missed you in the process."
Her head bowed as he explained, but it gave her little comfort. Kolar felt a little betrayed by the Commander, unless he did not want her on that list for the very reason she should be. She was however, glad that she had the answer, even if it was not the one she wanted. "Miss me?" She mouthed as her eyes narrowed, but hardly spoke the remark.
"Can you describe your attacker to me, and describe what you felt? The Defense will no doubt ask difficult questions, so I will attempt to walk you through them so they will not come as a surprise."
Her head lifted and cocked to the side.
"AS he is, or as he was on the afternoon he sabotaged my training session?" Without really wanting an answer. "I did not see him to begin with, I heard him and I know his voice." She said with a grin, "He was not actually on the holodeck, so I am not able to describe his appearance."
She admitted, then continued, "I knew my program had been sabotaged, when I was shot," She pointed to her legs, "the safety protocols had been disarmed and when the program I was running changed to a shark attack, I felt glorious!" She remarked with a wide grin on her face.
"I thought I was going to die and I would have preferred a real battle, but still, it was a good way to meet Kahless." She spoke proudly.
"Fear took over, I could not beat the shark on my own, it was hungry for blood and I called for the program to cease and fell from a height and broke my leg in the fall back to the floor. That was when I realised that this was not a good place to die, but that was when your defendant made his mistake." A face was fixed with an odd grin as she recalled her first sight of Randy.
Kolar then started to describe the scene.
"He had set up a strange mountain scenario, I could see stars and then a blinding white light, but that was when I saw him, sitting a few metre4 away, only for a second, but I know it was him. His hair was short blonde, he wore black trouser and his gym top. It was dirty and the number 23 emblazoned across the front." Her mouth widened it's smile. "That is burnt in here." She said as she tapped at the side of her head. "After the next session of torture, I was sure I was going to die, Stovokor was calling, but a tree saved my life and I cried. I think I howled, but I cannot be sure, but that was when he apologised, 'I'm so sorry' he whispered. I barely heard it, but those were his final words and I thought that was to be the last thing I would ever hear. And I did not have the strength to give out any more battle roars, I was beaten. He could have finished me, but he did not. He spared me and if I am to be honest, as a warrior, I owe him my life." She hated to admit that final part, but that was the truth.
He thought for a moment, while not missing a word of her tale. "Did you give him probable cause?" he asked, "Klingon mating rituals are known to be violent." That might set her off, but it was a valid question, that WOULD get asked.
Had he really asked her that? Did her ears deceive her?
"I may have." She said, holding his eye. "Then again, you may also have initiated that with me." The grin came back to her face. "Violence and mating go hand in hand so to speak, are you offering?" She asked the question with a seriousness that even she could not believe she had asked him outright.
"Tempting, but no," Peter replied carefully, "I would meet you in battle on a holodeck but no I am not offering. I have a wife, two daughters and a son. One of my closest friends is Klingon, so I am not wholly oblivious to Klingon rituals, especially not since I underwent a few myself."
He made a few notes on a PADD. "Have you ever worked with the defendant, that you recognised his voice? Could you identify his voice again, when asked to do so? The only other witness who identified him, also stated he never saw him, but could identify him by voice print. Records show he did so in the presence of the security chief as well as his partner."
Kolar felt a little deflated. She had felt that he was being overly friendly and at the mention of a wife and offspring, she folded her arms across her chest and sighed.
She shook her head at his question.
"No, I have not worked with him, but we did train together a few times in the gymnasium and also shared a few holoprograms together. We have shared a breakfast on a few occasions in the dining hall, after all, this ship is not that big!" She remarked, unfolding her arms and rising from her chair.
She rubbed her forehead ridges and flicked her tongue across her teeth and made her way to the replicator.
"Can I?" She asked but didn't wait for a response. "Klingon tea, cold." She turned to Commander Horn. "Can you drink Klingon tea?" She purred with a slight taunt to her tone.
"Yes," Peter acknowledged, "fortunately I can. So long as no dairy is put into it, most definitely I can." He waited for her to return to her seat. "I sense frustration from you," he admitted, "did you consider the defendant to be your friend, initially? Do you have any idea why he chose to attack you, or was his apology meant to indicate he had not and that it might have been in error?"
She eased the Klingon tea across the top of the desk towards him as she sipped at her own, slurping with a crudeness which only a Klingon would think polite.
"Frustration, umm I had not thought that I was frustrated, not in a non sexual way you understand!" Her teeth were bared once again, trying to hide her disappointment. "I was not frustrated with Randy though." Pondering for a moment, she shook her head. "No, definitely not with Randy and he was not a friend, just a colleague, though I thought he was alright, for a human." Her thumb came to her temple and she gentle pushed inwards, massaging her head.
"I have no idea on either count for the last parts of your questions, I could make a guess, but that is not what this is for. Supposition is pointless." She said choosing her words with care. "For the record, I would say he saw me as sport, I am not like most of the humans on this ship. I am a Klingon female and my prowess as a warrior is well documented."
She turned the half cup of tea around full circle, picked it and drank what remained, wiping the dregs from her jaw with the back of hand.
"And the apology, well that would be obvious, to a Klingon, he was sorry I had not died on the battle field." She reasoned the last part for herself to make her loss easier, knowing full well that the apology was a guilt reaction.
"So Commander, tell me about your wife?" She said, cupping her hands and leaning forwards on the table and resting her chin on the balled fists, watching to see if he reacted.
That made sense, even to Peter. "My wife is Human, a medical nurse," he replied, "our marriage was unconventional, as she offered herself to me when I entered my first pon farr." It was one of the first times he actually calmly discussed this. "Nine months later my first daughter was born."
Kolar tipped her head slightly to one side, listening intently to his relaxing voice. He had an inner peace that she had not felt for a while from a stranger and she felt endeared to the Vulcan that sat alongside her. "And is she pretty? Your daughter." She enquired.
In reply, Peter produced a small paper picture of his family. It was a recent picture which showed all three children and his wife. It was notable that his son was almost his spitting image, except that he had Harley's hair colour and eyes. The girls all had his eyes but looked every bit their mother, save for the Vulcan features of course. Unlike him, the children and the woman were all smiling. "My wife Harley," he explained, pointing out each individual in turn," my daughters Seleya and Lilah and my son Connor."
She cast an approving eye and offered the picture back to Commander Horn. "You have a very pretty family. You have been blessed." Doran said and stood as her legs began to ache. "Commander, if we are done, may I be excused? I feel the need to wander." She said, baring her teeth in as pleasant a smile as a Klingon could manage.
Inclining his head, Peter offered a small smile in return. "You are excused," he replied, "I will call upon you for testimony in the trial. If you have questions, you know where to find me."
"I certainly do." She said as she pressed the door exit release. "Until then." She smiled and gave a salute to the commander for no reason in particular.
OFF:
Commander Peter Horn
Prosecuting Attorney
Lieutenant JG Kolar Doran
Helmsperson
By Aaron
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