Chapter 5 – Day 10
Ok, this was not good.
“Computer, hasperat,” I repeated, hoping that maybe it was some kind of error in accepting a voice command. And as before, the computer made an acknowledging sound and nothing happened.
Great. No breakfast today?
I went to retrieve a tricorder, a scanner, as they called it here, and tricorded, err, scanned the replicator. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. I took off the front panel, put my head and hand inside and hovered the scanner over every part of the machine that I could reach. Nothing. Everything was normal. No broken parts, no leakage, not nothing.
But something was wrong if the replicator didn't want to replicate me my breakfast!
“Computer, does the replicator in quarters har-kap-seven-forward malfunction?” I asked, suspecting the reply.
“The replicator in quarters har-kap-seven-forward is working within established parameters,” and the dear Mr. Scary Voice Computer didn't disappoint me.
“Computer, why doesn't the replicator work?”
“The replicator in quarters har-kap-seven-forward is working within established parameters.”
“So you've told me. Computer, why doesn't the replicator replicate?”
“The replicator in quarters har-kap-seven-forward is working within established parameters.”
“What's wrong?” Ullmann asked from the bathroom.
“It doesn't want to make me breakfast!”
“Maybe you need another boyfriend, who would bring you breakfast to bed?”
“Ha, ha, ha,” I said slowly.
“What?” I heard her laughing. “You're an engineer, the ship is your lover.”
“You're a scientist, are anomalies your lovers?”
“I'm going to get help, ok?” I shouted toward the bathroom.
“Ok,” she replied and I heard shower starting its work.
So, who could I ask for help. Zamarran was an engineer, but he probably wouldn't like the idea. I didn't know exactly why, but something was telling me that asking him would be another inappropriate thing to do.
I asked the computer where he lived and went there.
The surprise on his face was enormous.
“Sorry to bother you, but there is something wrong with my replicator and I can't find the reason.”
“What is wrong?” he asked. He was already wearing the inside part of his uniform, but not the outside armour.
“It doesn't replicate. I checked, but found nothing broken. Could you please take a look? I had no breakfast.”
“All right,” he agreed.
We returned to our quarters.
“Please wait here for a moment, all right? I'll just make sure Ullmann is fully dressed.”
“Of course,” he nodded.
I went back inside. It seemed like Ullmann was still in the bathroom. I knocked.
“Are you there?”
“Yes, you need to use it?”
“No. But make sure you are in the uniform when you leave, ok? We have a guest.”
I went back to the door to let Karama in.
I expected him to look around to see how two human women lived, but he went straight to the replicator. He entered some commands at the mini console on it, requesting some data, checked something and then looked at me.
“Did you monitor your rations?” he asked.
“Did I what?”
He pointed to the mysterious, round screen next to the replicator. “Your rations. Each weak you receive a certain amount of rations on your account. According to the counter, you used them all up.”
“I didn't know what that little round screen meant. I tried to read, but the characters were disappearing so quickly I never managed to translate them.”
“You could have asked.”
“Yes, but I was always forgetting to ask,” I sighed.
He opened his mouth to say something, when the door to the bathroom opened.
“You!” Ullmann yelled.
We both looked at her, startled by her shouting.
“What do you want!” she ran to her cupboard, circling him around and staying as far as she could. She retrieved a knife and pointed it at him.
He raised his hands, indicating he had no bad intentions, and stepped back.
“Get out!” she yelled.
“Ullmann, I asked him here to help with the--”
“Shut up!” she didn't even look at me, her eyes fixed on him. “Get the hell out, you bastard! I'd rather die then let you touch me!”
He slowly moved backward toward the door, still facing her. He tried not to make any rapid moves not to startle her and provoke her to use her knife. The door swished open and he stepped outside; there he lowered his hands, glanced at me and the door automatically closed.
Ullmann slumped to the floor and started crying.
I didn't know what to do. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask him
for help. But I had asked him a couple of days ago to stop harassing her, even in jokes, and he had promised to stop. She stopped complaining about him and he ignored her completely, he didn't even greet her in the morning. He treated her as she was air. I thought it was all fixed.
I was so wrong.
“Maeva, I'm sorry,” I said quietly. “I didn't mean to. I... I didn't think you would...”
“Get out!” she yelled. “You too, get out!”
This was bad, really bad.
“He didn't come here for you, but for me,” I said a little too harshly. And then I left.
He was long gone, but I knew I had to talk to him. To apologise for her behaviour. If he did something, if he said something, then I could understand her reaction, but he just was there. He had stopped bothering her and... What did she think? That he came to rape her? He didn't put his armour, so it would be more comfortable for him?
It was all my fault, wasn't it? I shouldn't have brought him to my quarters, should I? I had to make it up to both of them.
No breakfast for you today, my lady. Report to the bridge and you better think out a way to fix this.
I reported to the bridge, greeted whoever I was supposed to greet, and went straight to work. I had another huge chunk of Skarrat database to process today.
Ullmann appeared on the bridge shortly after me. Her eyes were still a bit red from crying, but no one seem to notice.
“I'm so sorry, Maeva,” I whispered, when she stood next to me at our console.
She just shook her head. “Let's not talk about it. I know what to do with him,” she said.
I opened my mouth to defend him and explain that he wasn't in our quarters for her, but decided against it. I doubted she would listen and I was sure she didn't want to talk about it any more. I made myself busy instead.
Karama entered the bridge in full uniform, but didn't even look in our direction. Ullmann glared at him and then returned to her work.
We worked in silence, gathering, screening and entering important facts to our padds.
Everything seemed fine, until I found a really strange thing. I stared at the screen, not really sure if my TP translated it correctly.
“What is it?” Ullmann noticed my motionless statue and looked over my shoulder. “Oh my God.”
The document was a record of an execution. What made it different from other documents of that sort was who had been executed. Not another Skarrat, or a rebel. It was their Prefect. The Cardassian was sentenced to death and hanged according to the Skarrat law..
“Let's see if we can find more on this,” Ullmann said.
She had found another Cardassian document, signed by the Prefect, Gul Markor, who had ordered executing all members of Skarrat resistance, including their families and friends. Everyone, who had any ties with the resistance, was supposed to be killed. I closed my eyes. I was quite sure that by that time almost every native on the planet had some connections with the resistance, which meant that the Cardassians would kill all Skarrats, all of them, to the last one.
I looked at Ullmann.
“I'm not going to tell them that,” she whispered. “They'd kill us.”
“It's their report,” I said, but could clearly hear doubt in my own voice.
“Will you go and report it?”
“Can you imagine what the Dragon Lady will do to us?”
I could. She was off the warship this very moment, visiting the planet, but she was supposed to return in the afternoon.
“What will we do?” Ullmann asked.
“I don't know,” I whispered.
“We could pretend I didn't find it.”
“No. If they find out that we found it and hid it, it would be even worse.”
“It doesn't matter how they execute you, you're still dead.”
“But they must know about it anyway,” I said.
“Do you really think they would allow us to prepare that report I they knew that we would find it?”
I shook my head.
“What do we do?” Ullmann asked again.
“We have to tell someone,” I said. Brenok was on the bridge, but I couldn't imagine going to him and saying: 'hi, I have the report ready. By the way, you have almost committed genocide on the Skarrats'. However I could
imagine him going angry.
Maybe Zamarran? He was our direct superior, so we would follow the chain of command. And he can take it to the Gul. She probably would be less angry hearing about this from another Cardassian than from a human, wouldn't she?
“We can't hide it,” I whispered. “And you know it?”
Ullmann's eyes filled with tears again.
“I'll go,” I volunteered. “I'll talk to Zamarran first and report it to him.”
I decided to dig a little deeper, hoping I could find something to weaken to blow, but the more information I had, the worse it got.
I waited for Zamarran to return from his 'lunch break'. I lost my appetite completely and didn't feel like having a break at all. The longer I waited, the more nervous I was. The fact the that the Dragon Lady returned and was in her office wasn't making me feel any better.
Finally he arrived to the bridge and headed for his console. I took a deep breath, glanced at Ullmann, who wished me luck, and went to him.
“Sir,” I said to call his attention and continued once he looked up at me. “I have some information related to the report Ullmann and I are preparing.”
“What about it?” his eye ridges knitted.
“It's... disturbing...” I hesitated. Would he
find it disturbing? Or would it be normal day's work? Did any Cardassians considered things like that atrocities, or just necessary, justifiable force application?
“In what way?” it definitely called his attention.
“If you would access the data currently displayed on our monitor,” he switched his view to 'our view' and studied the revelation. I stood next to him, I didn't want to look at his face to see how it was changing – or if it changed at all – while he read the documents. He looked at me.
“Is there more than this?” he asked.
“Yes. This is just the last material I have found. There is more documentation regarding this.”
“This is not directly related to the current situation and the proof that the Skarrats want to stay within Cardassian territory,” he said.
“No, it's not, but I think it is related and shouldn't be omitted.”
“Download everything to a padd and then call me.”
I returned to my console and did as he asked, and after that I went back to him.
He looked at me. “Come,” he said and headed for the Gul's office.
I glanced at Ullmann and she looked terrified too.