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Okay. AND NOW--back...to The Bureau....
Star Trek: Aventine
Our Sacred Honor
“This is an FNS Special Report:
“Greetings, everyone, I’m Verna Talkon, with our regular report on the Council hearings, which we are also broadcasting live on this network as they occur. Here for the latest, of course, is Jake Sisko. Jake?”
“Verna, the President has unveiled statements from a recent meeting with Chancellor Martok of the Klingon Empire, expressing his
considerable displeasure regarding the hearings. The chancellor has confirmed this and has publicly stated, quote, ‘If Ezri Dax is convicted by the Council, I will take it as an insult to my personal honor, and that of my House,’ unquote.
“This day of hearings has seen various statements from both sides—including the aforementioned statement by Chancellor Martok; a statement from Ambassador Spock, which expresses similar disapproval at the hearings; and further words of condemnation from the Breen Confederacy, issuing further threats of diplomatic consequences should Captain Dax be acquitted.
“The issue appears to be one of constant political pressure, from our allies and our enemies. Both groups are eyeball to eyeball—and only time will tell which side will blink. Jake Sisko, FNS News, Paris.”
“Thank you, Jake. And tomorrow, Captain Ezri Dax will testify before the council, and is expected to give a complete account of the events in question. We’ll continue to give you regular updates, as the news unfolds, and to broadcast the hearings live. This…is FNS News
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L’Haan sat in silence, reading the report…the report sent to her by Sarina Douglass. According to her, the captain passed the agent’s “test”—Douglass had gotten no reading of instability, or incompetence for service of the Federation.
Unsurprising. However…such was not the focus L’Haan’s current concern. No…that was Douglass’s recording of the conversation between Captain Dax and Dr. Bashir.
It, too, was unsurprising, to be frank. It was little more than reconciliation over the previous meeting between them—and following, an offer of support Dax from Bashir. Amid this, the captain expressed her considerable doubt, regarding whether or not she in fact deserved to undergo this affair—and this in particular, in and of itself, fascinated L’Haan. The captain had referred to the mission into Breen space—and her actions thereof.
After all…L’Haan had invoked that very incident to effectively defend the necessity to seek the possible acquittal of Dax, when the Bureau had initially discussed how it would respond to the hearings. And now…
But this, of course, was not the most significant fact to be gleaned from Agent Douglass’s report. That distinction, rather, belonged to the fact that Dr. Bashir has specifically requested that Sarina not be present while he discussed matters with the captain. This, along with their reconciliation—such as it was…
It gave her pause. It caused a hesitation within, which L’Haan knew all too well that she could not
She turned in her seat, to see Sorak approach.
L’Haan nodded. “Director Sorak. I trust you have new information, relevant to the hearings?”
“Naturally. You recall, L’Haan, that the reports from the Aventine
indicated that the vessel in question was overpowered…?”
“Our investigation has revealed the reason why.”
He handed her a padd of his own—analyses, L’Haan saw, of the wreckage of the craft.
L’Haan studies the report—and looked up, to meet Sorak’s waiting gaze.
“The reactor?” she asked.
Sorak nodded. “You recall, of course, the contacts my division possesses in the Confederacy.”
“We contacted certain members of them to confirm. However, one hardly needs such to comprehend that that is not
the sort of reactor to be used by a civilian craft. As it stands…our contacts have established that this reactor in particular…is actually intended for use in a class of warships currently in the prototype stage.”
L’Haan’s eyebrow shot up. “Indeed?”
“Indeed. And were one to apply simple logic—one could easily see the Breen’s motivation. The power generated by this reactor—which is small enough to be easily fitted for a civilian vessel of the class in question—is sufficient to, when detonated, destroy a region of planetary surface encompassed by a fifty-kilometer radius.”
Sorak took a step forward. “Director L’Haan,” he said, “We have our evidence. We have our proof. The Confederacy conspired to…‘set up,’ as the humans say, the Federation.”
He paused for a moment, and added, “We must not allow this to succeed…regardless of—conflicts.”
L’Haan stiffened. “Conflicts?”
Sorak nodded solemnly. “I…trust Agent Douglass’s analysis of the captain was successful?”
“If I may be blunt, L’Haan…no one else is present. I believe it would be ideal for us to mutually agree to refrain from any pretense—at least, for the duration of this operation.”
“Sorak…would you allow for my giving such inquiry into your
Sorak did not flinch in his gaze. “Whether I would appreciate your doing so or not…it would be necessary for you to confront me, were you to feel…that I were currently facing a conflict of interest—one in which the security of the Federation…would seem to require a hindrance of the current agenda of your department.”
Were she a member of an emotional race…L’Haan would have begun to feel rage at these words. “What are you implying, Sorak?”
“L’Haan, I am merely expressing concern regarding the manner in which you are approaching this operation.”
“Sorak…I will tolerate much, from you. I have learned to respect your abilities. However, I have also been of the impression that you similarly respect mine.”
“I can assure you, L’Haan…this is not a question of your abilities—simply of your motivations. Perhaps you may justify this, due to the understandable desire to obtain the services of Dr. Bashir. Nonetheless—I have expressed concern regarding your method for doing so. I sincerely hope that those concerns will not prove to have been warranted.”
“Sorak,” L’Haan replied, summoning all of her internal discipline, “It would seem that I am constantly required to remind you that my ‘agenda’, as you put it, is first and foremost the security of the Federation. Such would not be served by an embarrassment.”
“Perhaps not,” Sorak nodded. “All the information regarding the reactor is on that padd. I trust the Council will see it.”
“Sorak, need I remind you of the reason we felt the need to analyze Captain Dax. If the issue should arise, that she is in fact a liability—”
“Surely, L’Haan, with the evidence we have accumulated, such would not be an issue.”
L’Haan paused for a moment, and replied, “You once invoked a similar incident involving Lieutenant-Commander Worf.”
“Were it proven that he was indeed ‘looking for a fight’—as was the argument of the Klingon Empire—would it not have held repercussions, regardless of the Empire’s deception?”
Sorak paused, and gave a slight nod. “Perhaps. However…such would not seem to be the case, here.”
“We cannot be certain at this date. We will, however…once the captain has spoken before the Council.”
“Will that be all?”
Sorak studied her for a moment longer, and nodded. “For now. For the Federation.”
“For the Federation.”
Sorak turned to go—but L’Haan added, “And Sorak…”
He lingered. “Yes?”
“Don’t ever question my motivations again.”
Sorak’s eyebrow rose…and without responding, he resumed his exit, leaving L’Haan alone.
She sat back down…studying the two padds which lay before her.
The needs of the many…outweigh the needs of the few.
But who were the many? Was it truly necessary, to ensure that the Federation would not be embarrassed before the Breen? Surely, any political fallout could be recovered, following a later incident.
The needs of the many…
Surely it was not worth jeopardizing the Bureau’s chance to truly, and fully, bring Dr. Julian Bashir into their service? What was the fate of one captain—decorated though she may be—to the great benefit to the Federation the doctor would provide?
The needs of the many
And yet…and yet, were the Breen to succeed in this endeavor—logic suggested the Pact would make another such attempt—one that would require, they would proclaim, even more accommodation. Could the Federation afford such a risk?
The needs of the many…
But again—surely that could be remedied…couldn’t it?
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