RSS iconTwitter iconFacebook icon

The Trek BBS title image

The Trek BBS statistics

Threads: 139,627
Posts: 5,426,917
Members: 24,810
Currently online: 612
Newest member: Rom

TrekToday headlines

IDW Publishing December Trek Comics
By: T'Bonz on Sep 17

September Loot Crate Features Trek Surprise
By: T'Bonz on Sep 16

USS Enterprise Miniature Out For Refit
By: T'Bonz on Sep 16

Star Trek/Planet of the Apes Comic Crossover
By: T'Bonz on Sep 16

Trek 3 Shooting Next Spring?
By: T'Bonz on Sep 16

Star Trek: Alien Domain Game Announced
By: T'Bonz on Sep 15

Red Shirt Diaries Episode Three
By: T'Bonz on Sep 15

Made Out Of Mudd Photonovel
By: T'Bonz on Sep 15

Takei Has Growth Removed
By: T'Bonz on Sep 15

Retro Review: Tears of the Prophets
By: Michelle on Sep 12


Welcome! The Trek BBS is the number one place to chat about Star Trek with like-minded fans. Please login to see our full range of forums as well as the ability to send and receive private messages, track your favourite topics and of course join in the discussions.

If you are a new visitor, join us for free. If you are an existing member please login below. Note: for members who joined under our old messageboard system, please login with your display name not your login name.


Go Back   The Trek BBS > Star Trek Fandom > Fan Fiction

Fan Fiction Other forums talk about Trek. We make it.

Reply
 
Thread Tools
Old July 5 2012, 10:07 PM   #76
Enterprise1981
Rear Admiral
 
Enterprise1981's Avatar
 
Location: Watching the Niners play the Logicians
View Enterprise1981's Twitter Profile
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

The Councilwoman's next question: Are you sure?
__________________
"Desperate Alliances" are forged.
Join the hunt to stop "Omega".
Enterprise1981 is online now   Reply With Quote
Old July 5 2012, 10:45 PM   #77
Rush Limborg
Vice Admiral
 
Rush Limborg's Avatar
 
Location: The EIB Network
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

Ah...as in "Are you sure that's what happened?"
__________________
"I have been wounded but not yet slain. I shall lie here and bleed awhile. Then I shall rise and fight again."

"Forget it, Jake...it's Chinatown."
Rush Limborg is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 6 2012, 12:08 AM   #78
Rush Limborg
Vice Admiral
 
Rush Limborg's Avatar
 
Location: The EIB Network
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

Okay, folks--as I said, next chapter's on Monday.

In the meantime...thoughts, so far?
__________________
"I have been wounded but not yet slain. I shall lie here and bleed awhile. Then I shall rise and fight again."

"Forget it, Jake...it's Chinatown."
Rush Limborg is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 6 2012, 02:30 AM   #79
Enterprise1981
Rear Admiral
 
Enterprise1981's Avatar
 
Location: Watching the Niners play the Logicians
View Enterprise1981's Twitter Profile
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

With a picture of the classic Larry David stare down.

Considering that phasers were targeting shields only, that continuing to fire risked destroying the ship is just as suspicious as refusal to communicate.
__________________
"Desperate Alliances" are forged.
Join the hunt to stop "Omega".
Enterprise1981 is online now   Reply With Quote
Old July 6 2012, 02:54 AM   #80
Rush Limborg
Vice Admiral
 
Rush Limborg's Avatar
 
Location: The EIB Network
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

Well, they'd depleated the shields, and were targeting engines. But, of course, the over-powered core, and all that....

“Twenty percent…six…they’re down, Captain!”

Ezri swallowed, as she stared at the screen. “Can you target their engines?”

“I can try, Cap—”

“No good!” Oliana called out. “Their power’s near overload as it is. Firing on them anywhere would—”

“Noted, Lieutenant,” Ezri quietly said.
Also, you may recall Gleer challenged Sam Bowers on exactly that--so...for T'Latrek to repeat those points would be redundant. As befits a Vulcan, logic would demand she only ask questions that have not been satisfactorally answered.
__________________
"I have been wounded but not yet slain. I shall lie here and bleed awhile. Then I shall rise and fight again."

"Forget it, Jake...it's Chinatown."

Last edited by Rush Limborg; July 6 2012 at 05:39 AM.
Rush Limborg is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 6 2012, 07:03 PM   #81
Enterprise1981
Rear Admiral
 
Enterprise1981's Avatar
 
Location: Watching the Niners play the Logicians
View Enterprise1981's Twitter Profile
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

My point is that even while not intending to destroy the ship on the first few shots, that still might have ignited something in their cargo holds-- whatever explosives they were intending to use on the colony. Ezri's testimony merely reiterates that all necessary precautions were taken before needing to take the ship out.

Gleer's line of questioning did answer a lot of important questions, as well as point out that because communications could not be established does not necessarily follow that the intent was hostile. This newest testimony clarifies that Ezri came to the correct conclusion.
__________________
"Desperate Alliances" are forged.
Join the hunt to stop "Omega".

Last edited by Enterprise1981; July 6 2012 at 10:04 PM.
Enterprise1981 is online now   Reply With Quote
Old July 6 2012, 07:13 PM   #82
Rush Limborg
Vice Admiral
 
Rush Limborg's Avatar
 
Location: The EIB Network
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

Okay.
__________________
"I have been wounded but not yet slain. I shall lie here and bleed awhile. Then I shall rise and fight again."

"Forget it, Jake...it's Chinatown."
Rush Limborg is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 10 2012, 02:11 AM   #83
Rush Limborg
Vice Admiral
 
Rush Limborg's Avatar
 
Location: The EIB Network
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

And now...the continuation.


Star Trek: Aventine
Our Sacred Honor
Chapter 19



“…The next day,” Ezri said, sitting there in the Council chamber, “We were summoned back to Earth, for immediate de-briefing. When we arrived, I was informed of the—complaints of the Confederacy. Immediately after that, I was placed under arrest, to face this hearing.”

T’Latrek nodded, slowly, as though contemplating the testimony Ezri had given. After a moment’s pause, she said, “Thank you, Captain—that is all from this councilwoman.”

No sooner had she said this then the light flashed on for Councilman Gleer.

President Bacco seemed to hesitate for a split second, but composed herself, and said, “The chair recognizes Councilman Gleer, of Tellar.”

Ezri Dax mentally prepared herself, gathering all her courage. All right…let’s get this over with.

“Captain Dax,” the man said, in a tone of surprisingly methodical calm, “As the Council has previously established…there isn’t much of a need to go over the actual incident. We have both the recordings from your ship, and the testimonies from your officers.”

Ezri nodded carefully. “All right…?”

“However, I feel the need to return to a previous event—namely, your initial receiving of the orders.”

“What…about them?”

“Well, you told this Council that the president instructed you to—I believe you reported her exact words to be, ‘Do what you have to do.’”

“Yes, but—as I said, I did not take that to mean—”

“My question, Captain, is simply this: what did you take it to mean?”

“I don’t…understand.”

The Tellarite shrugged, “Well, she said to do what you had to do—what did you think that meant?”

Something’s not right. This was nothing like what I expected from him.

Ezri shook her head in bewilderment. “I took it to mean just what she said, Councilman.”

“Indeed. And how would you define ‘do what you have to do’?”

“Councilman, I don’t understand what you mean.”

Gleer leaned forward a bit. “Simply, Captain, what limits you saw in her order.”

“Limits? Councilman—as I said, I did not take that to mean I could violate the law.”

“So…you took it to mean, ‘Do what you have to do, legally’?”

“Of course. Look—Councilman,” Ezri said, “Regardless of the realities of the field, every Starfleet officer knows better than to quibble with things like that.”

“However—and your first officer seemed to concur—surely, as far as you are concerned, there comes a time when the rules are…unnecessarily limiting.”

Ezri blinked, “Excuse me?”

“If, during an assignment, the necessity comes to ‘bend’ the rules, in order to prevent a greater evil…?”

“Councilman, if that kind of need arose, Captains are as a rule allowed that kind of discretion.”

“To bend the rules.”

“Of course. And to be honest, Councilman—we wouldn’t need a word from the president for that kind of discretion.”

Gleer leaned forward even further. “What about breaking the rules? Not ‘bending’ them—actual, honest violations? Would you require authorization to do that?”

“Councilman, I don’t think that’s relev—”

“Kindly answer the question, Captain.”

Ezri stiffened. “Of course we would need authorization, for that. But—”

“And wouldn’t that authorization often be given in wording somewhat like the directive you received from the president?”

Ezri stared at him in a brief moment of silent hesitation—brief, but it felt like an eternity. She felt as though something in her vision were clearing up—something…some secret blurred to her until now, about this whole thing.

“This just all seems wrong—forced, I mean. It’s like…something’s going on here we don’t know about.”

“There’s an agenda, you mean?”

“I don’t know…but that’s what it looks like.”

After that brief moment, she forced herself back to the present. “Councilman—something that important, involving an authorization to violate either the law or Starfleet policy, would require both me and my superior—in this case, the president—to acknowledge what was being waived.”

“Would it? I would imagine, Captain, that you have left out of this testimony various details deemed to vital in their secrecy to be revealed to the public.”

She had, of course. Though Ezri had had to conjure fully the memories of the events—the communique from the president, the senior staff meeting, and so on—she had not informed the Council on the conversations concerning the weaknesses of Starfleet, or the Federation’s borders.

But naturally, Ezri was not authorized to even imply the existence of those conversations. And even if she were, she wouldn’t have. And so, she said, “Councilman, I don’t have to remind you that I can’t either confirm or—”

“Oh, no, I’m not concerned with that, per se, Captain—you don’t have to worry about revealing things that have to be kept secret. But let’s be honest, Captain Dax…the sort of thing I’m looking for is not a matter of Federation security.”

Ezri narrowed her eyes slightly. The blur was clearing even further, now. “And what would that be, Councilman?”

“Simply this: did President Bacco authorize you to violate, if you so deemed it necessary, the restrictions of Interstellar Law?”

That was it. The blur had vanished. Ezri’s mental vision was clear. With that question…everything became clear to her, about this hearing.

“Councilman,” she said evenly, “I seem to recall you having the same kind of conversation with Commander Bowers—”

“You will please refrain from dodging the question, Captain—”

“With all due respect, Councilman,” Ezri said, her voice hardening, “I’m not dodging anything. And to be honest, Councilman Gleer…it seems to me that the one dodging things around here is you.”

There was a brief murmur around the chamber at this. Gleer froze, and narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”

Ezri rose to her feet, and leaned forward, hands pressed against the podium. “Councilman,” she said evenly, “I’ll save you the trouble. You’re trying to bribe me with a way out, if I’ll serve your agenda. I won’t do that.”

Agenda?” Gleer’s nostrils flared. “I have only one ‘agenda’ here, Captain Dax! I intend to get the truth from you about this incident, one way or another—and need I remind you, you’re under oath?”

“You don’t—have to remind me of my oath, Councilman,” Ezri replied, her eyes narrowing again. “But to be blunt…I don’t think you give a darn about the truth.”

Silence fell across the chamber. All froze at her words, looking either at her, in shock—or at Gleer, to see what he would do, in response to this.

Gleer stiffened, and said in a dangerously reserved tone, “Could you…repeat that, Captain?”

Ezri felt a small hint of a smile. “You heard me,” she said. “I don’t think you care about what really happened, with that ship. You don’t care about whether I was justified in what I did—or whether the Breen had set me up—set all of us up.”

“Really?” said the Tellarite. “Then kindly tell me what I do care about….”

Ezri leaned a little bit further, palms pressing against the podium, as she replied, “I think you want to focus on what the president said to me for one reason, and one reason alone—to put the blame on her. This entire mess—everything. You tried your best to make what I did look bad, and unwarranted, and illegal—and now, you want to take all of that, and pin it on President Bacco. Well, I’m sorry—”

“Captain, this is very amusing, but if you don’t mind answering—”

“The answer’s ‘No,’ Councilman—no, she did not tell me to go out there, and violate the Law.”

“So you did it without her permission?”

Ezri’s grip tightened on the podium, as she struggled not to let the full extent of her contempt and anger show. “I did not consider my actions to be illegal, Councilman—I didn’t, then…and I don’t, now.”

“Because of what the president said?”

“With or without what she said. I’m sorry, Councilman…but I won’t give you what you want, all right? What happened, with that ship—that was my call, it was my crew, it was my order. And I will not tolerate—”

“Captain Dax—”

Ezri’s voice rose, “I will not tolerate…your trying to blame our president for what you think I did. You want to tell me it was wrong? Tell it to me—and take it out on me! But I will not let you—”

“Captain Dax, you are out of line—”

“So are you, Councilman! You want to lecture me on acting ‘above the law’? I’m not the one trying to disgrace the leader of the Federation, by making her a scapegoat for the Breen, instead of me—!”

“Dax, I have put up with your disgusting—”

The sound of three hard, firm strikes from President Bacco’s gavel stopped them both. Ezri and Gleer turned to the older woman.

Bacco’s lip had tightened, her eyes blazing. She somehow managed to keep her composure, as she said in an even tone, “In the future…I’ll expect things to be conducted in a rational fashion. Is that understood?”

Gleer was so stiff at this, he seemed to shake. Finally, he nodded, and leaned back in his seat.

Bacco turned to Ezri…and small smirk of bitter amusement appeared on her face. “Frankly, Captain,” she said, “I can fight my own battles, thank you very much.”

A slight chuckle was heard throughout the room—at the sudden diffusion of the great tension that had been simmering and building up within its walls.

Ezri sighed, and nodded to her president. And then, she sat back down…keeping her gaze locked on the Councilman from Tellar.

Bacco’s voice changed in tone to a mild challenge, “Are there any further questions of Captain Dax?”

Silence. There were more than a few glances in the direction of Gleer…who just sat there, saying nothing.

Ezri couldn’t help but feeling a small triumph inside. She had thwarted an attempt to smear the president, and use her as a pawn.

But, of course…in the end, that was only a small victory for her. As far as she was concerned, it was all back on her shoulders—the question back to, whether she would take the fall.

Bacco waited for a response from the Council, and got none. And so, she said, “We will declare a midday recess, and will resume at 1400, for final statements.”

Ezri stepped down, walking to the guards. As they escorted her back to the cell, her mind raced. She went over all that had happened—from the orders from the President…to the firing on the Breen ship…to this whole trial, every part of the process—everything that had happened, the arguments, the questioning—everything.

And with this, she developed an outline in her mind—an outline, for her last word to the Federation, before the verdict tomorrow.


* * *
__________________
"I have been wounded but not yet slain. I shall lie here and bleed awhile. Then I shall rise and fight again."

"Forget it, Jake...it's Chinatown."
Rush Limborg is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 10 2012, 06:31 PM   #84
The Badger
Fleet Captain
 
The Badger's Avatar
 
Location: Im in ur Tardis, violating ur canon.
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

An intriguing, and disturbing, turn of events. One wonders if Gleer's agenda was simply opportunism on his part, or part of a much wider scheme.
The Badger is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 11 2012, 01:15 AM   #85
Rush Limborg
Vice Admiral
 
Rush Limborg's Avatar
 
Location: The EIB Network
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

Okay...now, back to Sarina and Julian.

To the question of why L'Haan is so willing to "open up" to Sarina regarding her lines of reasoning...well, the final scene of Zero Sum Game, I think, gives precedent to it.


Star Trek: Aventine
Our Sacred Honor
Chapter 20



“She has to be cleared!”

On the computer screen in the hotel room, L’Haan’s face was completely unreadable. “Agent,” she said, “That is not your assignment.”

Sarina Douglass was alone in the suite. Julian was out—checking up on his parents, he’d said. She swallowed, and said, “I know, but…”

“Nor is it your place to presume to question your director.”

“I’m not. But ma’am—if I could speak freely, Director?”

L’Haan paused for a moment, and nodded, “Yes?”

“I…you read my report.”

“I have.”

“You read my conclusions, my profile of her—”

“Agent Douglass, I have read it, and I agree with your conclusions.”

Sarina blinked. “Then…you’re agreeing with me now, too?”

“Agent, again I feel the need to remind you to not presume a thing.”

“But, Director—”

“I also read your concerns regarding Dr. Bashir. With that, I also agree.”

“What…” Sarina’s blood ran cold. “You—you’re not—”

“Mind your tone, Agent.”

“Sorry, Director…. But—am I to gather that…you’re considering withholding the evidence?”

L’Haan seemed to stiffen. “You presume, once again.”

Oh, right. L’Haan had never told her—Sarina had just deduced it, from “reading” her director during their last communique. “Director,” she said evenly, “If we are able to clear Dax…”

If we are—which I will not confirm or deny—whether we would or not would be at my discretion, not yours.”

“But…by why wouldn’t we?”

Judging by the look in the director’s eyes…had L’Haan come from an emotional race, she’d have given a tired sigh. “Agent…surely you remember the extent of your assignment?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“And surely you recall the need to remove potential obstacles. And as you yourself pointed out…the captain has become a potential obstacle.”

“I-I know, but…”

Sarina’s voice trailed off…as suddenly, a thought occurred to her.

“Director—won’t this just make things worse?”

L’Haan frowned. “Agent?”

“If—well, we know Julian is…upset by this. A conviction would make it worse. He—it might cause him to reflect on…on the past, and—”

“Surely, Agent, you are stretching in your reasoning.”

“Am I? Director, I’ve been watching him, the past few days—I know how much all this is affecting him. Believe me, Director…I don’t think we can afford to make it worse.”

“Perhaps. However, it must be obvious to you, Agent Douglass, that acquittal—leaving her free—would allow for an increase in visitations, from either side. The doctor’s interaction with her, unfortunately, makes it illogical for us not to anticipate such things.”

“But if he’ll see her there—just thrown to the wolves…Director, I’m afraid this whole thing has caused him to…well, it’s conjuring up a lot of regret, from him. Her conviction could well cause him to have second thoughts, and…and we can’t have that—”

“Naturally. Were I emotional…I would feel relief, Agent Douglass, that you concluded your line of reasoning in that manner. Otherwise, I would be of the impression that you were allowing your…emotions to compromise your dedication to your assignment.”

Sarina stiffened at this. “I assure you, Director, my dedication’s as strong as ever.”

“I know. Nonetheless—whether or not he has ‘second thoughts’, I am certain you will take care to remedy that.”

“Yes, Director…if I can.”

“You doubt that you can?”

“I…I’ll try. But—with all respect, Director, I think it’d be easier for me to…” she smiled bitterly at herself, “…to keep him on a leash, if I didn’t have to compete with that kind of—inner turmoil, on his part.”

“I see. And yet, were she convicted…you will not need to contend with the—direct competition.”

“Director,” Sarina replied, “I’m afraid she’d be worse of a threat for me, indirectly.”

“Agent…it is fortunate that that is not for you to determine. Frankly, you are too…close to the situation, to make that sort of judgment.”

“Director, I don’t think—”

Sarina cut herself off, as she heard something: the sound of steps coming towards the door. His steps.

“I have to go,” she said.

L’Haan nodded. “Understood. You will await further instructions. Out.”

The screen darkened—just barely in time for her to turn to the door, as Julian Bashir entered.

Sarina rose to her feet, putting on a warm smile. “How’d it go?”

Julian shrugged. “All right, I suppose. Father’s working on the Atlantis project. He—I don’t suppose you know about that…?”

Sarina quickly nodded. “I’ve heard of it—they’re making a new continent, or something?”

“Something like that. Anyway, Father’s got a nice assignment—he recently won the bid for the landscaping design contract….” He smiled, looking off at nothing in particular, “He tells me it’s making him feel quite…”

Sarina’s smile grew. “Godlike?”

Julian nodded, with a chuckle. “He’s come quite a long way…that’s for certain.”

Sarina nodded, thoughtfully. “And…you mother?”

“Well enough, I suppose.” He turned to her, and added, “She says she’s looking forward to meeting you.”

Sarina chuckled nervously. “Well! Talk about fast….”

“Well, they want a good look at you—see what you’re like.”

“Am…am I supposed to be tested for approval, or something?”

“Oh, no—nothing like that. Just…well, they’ve heard from me about you, and—”

Sarina grinned. “All good, I hope?”
Julian returned the smile. “All good. Call it a ‘meet the parents’, if you will.”

“Oh! Have you done this before?”

“Only once. I mean…well, I was never really too close to them. We only started reconciling shortly before the War broke out—and…” his gaze fell, “And that was only because he…”

Sarina nodded. “I know,” she whispered.

Julian shrugged. “Anyway—the only girl I ever ‘brought home’, as it were, was—”

He froze…and gave a sad, pained sigh.

Sarina lowered her gaze for a moment, and walked up to him. She then met his eyes, and said, “Julian…thank you.”

He blinked. “For—for what?”

“For…bringing your mother’s…invitation to me.” Her warm smile returned. “It—it means a lot to me.”

Julian tried to return the smile—and managed it, somewhat. “Well, um…I doubt now’s the best time for that.”

Sarina nodded. “I understand. But still…thank you.”

Julian looked off for a moment, and sighed. “Well…I suppose we should get ready. The final statements begin within the hour.”

Sarina nodded again. “That’s…probably a good idea.”

And as they stepped away from one another, Sarina’s fears continued to simmer—and she was now more uncertain then ever of how she would be able to handle whatever was to happen between the two of them…“competition” or no.


* * *
__________________
"I have been wounded but not yet slain. I shall lie here and bleed awhile. Then I shall rise and fight again."

"Forget it, Jake...it's Chinatown."
Rush Limborg is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 11 2012, 06:49 PM   #86
Enterprise1981
Rear Admiral
 
Enterprise1981's Avatar
 
Location: Watching the Niners play the Logicians
View Enterprise1981's Twitter Profile
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

Wow, these last two chapters are building towards what should be a thrilling ending.
__________________
"Desperate Alliances" are forged.
Join the hunt to stop "Omega".
Enterprise1981 is online now   Reply With Quote
Old July 12 2012, 12:27 AM   #87
Rush Limborg
Vice Admiral
 
Rush Limborg's Avatar
 
Location: The EIB Network
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

And...next up...


Star Trek: Aventine
Our Sacred Honor
Chapter 21



“A most fascinating hypothesis.”

L’Haan managed to suppress any emotions of irritation at the all-too-familiar voice. She turned to him, and simply replied, “Director Sorak.”

Sorak nodded, and took a seat of his own. “I find it most fascinating, L’Haan…that Miss Douglass would so soundly agree with my sentiment.”

L’Haan met his gaze. “You have overheard our conversation.”

“Yes…however, perhaps you yourself are entitles to a slight share of responsibility. After all—you did seem to choose this location for your conversation, as opposed to one of your own.”

“I see,” L’Haan replied evenly.

“I must admit, L’Haan,” Sorak went on, “That her line of reasoning is most intriguing. Were one an emotional being…one could easily find one’s self wishing that he had invoked such an argument.”

“You find it sound?”

“I find it intriguing. However…surely she is not the only one—‘stretching’, I believe is the term you invoked.”

“You find my concerns…unsound?”

“Not necessarily. I would assume, then, that you are reserving judgment until the final statements? Logically, one may anticipate that Captain Dax will make one of her own.”

“Director Sorak—”

“However, I am most curious as to what you would presume to deduce, that Miss Douglass had not. Need I remind you, of course, of her decided advantage in that area…?”

“Director Sorak,” L’Haan replied, once again summoning her disciplines to retain her control, “I previously requested that you not question my motivations.”

“I have not. I am simply inquiring as to what you would presume to have over your agent, regarding such matters.”

“Sorak…as brilliant as Agent Douglass admittedly is—nonetheless, she feels, and I do not.”

“I see. But—surely, an emotional compromise on her part would yield her desiring a conviction—for purposes of, as you said, removing competition. As it stands, I hold her reasoning for ‘indirect’ competition as sound.”

“Perhaps. Nonetheless, there is also the matter of conscience.”

Sorak paused, staring at L’Haan, his face unreadable.

“Surely, L’Haan,” he finally said, “If you felt her conscience were a potential liability, you would not have assigned her as you did.”

L’Haan said nothing.

“Unless…” Sorak’s gaze intensified, “You are coming to experience the same concerns I have—regarding her loyalties…?”

“Sorak,” L’Haan replied, “That will be enough.”

Sorak paused a moment longer, and nodded. “Of course.”

He turned to the screen, and added, “The statements are to be made quite soon. It would be appropriate for the two of us to view them, here.”

L’Haan nodded slowly. “Of course.”


* * *
__________________
"I have been wounded but not yet slain. I shall lie here and bleed awhile. Then I shall rise and fight again."

"Forget it, Jake...it's Chinatown."
Rush Limborg is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 13 2012, 07:39 PM   #88
Deranged Nasat
Vice Admiral
 
Deranged Nasat's Avatar
 
Location: I am here. You are here too. Yes.
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

Enterprise1981 wrote: View Post
Wow, these last two chapters are building towards what should be a thrilling ending.
Indeed. I'm looking forward to seeing how you finish this, Rush, particularly given the amount of time you spent on this fic.
__________________
We are all the sum of our tears. Too little and the ground is not fertile and nothing can grow there; too much, the best of us is washed away.
Deranged Nasat is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 14 2012, 03:01 AM   #89
Rush Limborg
Vice Admiral
 
Rush Limborg's Avatar
 
Location: The EIB Network
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

Wrapping up for the week...a lead-in to next week....


Star Trek: Aventine
Our Sacred Honor
Chapter 22



This is an FNS Special Report:

“Greetings, everyone—once again, I’m Verna Talkon. In a few minutes, we’ll go straight to the Federation Council chamber of the Palais, where final statements are expected to be made. Here with the latest, reporting from the press balcony of the chamber, is our man on the field, Jake Sisko. Well, Jake, what do you have for us, so far?”

“Well, Verna, I’ve spoken to various members of the Council. Very few have been willing to state where their leanings are in this case—the exception being Councilman Bera chim Gleer, or Tellar, who expressly stated his intentions to speak on the floor. T’Latrek has stated that she does not intend to speak—she feels that, quote, ‘The facts, I feel, have been satisfactorily established, here. They are as they are, and no rhetoric can change them,’ unquote. As far as we can tell, only Councilman Gleer is established as speaking on the Council’s end.

“However, Captain Ezri Dax has also expressed her desire to speak—it is believed it will be after the councilman’s statement. Jake Sisko, FNS News, Paris.”

“Thank you, Jake. Do you feel these statements will affect the final votes in any way?”

“Well, Verna, it’s hard to tell at this point—all I can predict is that it will establish the ‘battle lines’ for either side of the issue. With Councilman Gleer’s hardline stances against the captain’s behavior, it’s doubtful whether they can establish any middle of the road.”

“And—now, we can see the members of the Council all taking their seats, and the audience with them. And…there is Captain Ezri Dax, taking the stand, beside the president’s podium. Jake, what do you make of the captain’s accusation towards Councilman Gleer, of having an agenda to humiliate the president through this incident?”

“Well, Verna, it would seem the Councilman gave her that material to work with, with his questioning following the captain’s report. Regardless, it is uncertain whether either one will bring that up, in their statements.”

“Thank you, Jake. And…here comes President Bacco, taking the podium. FNS is covering these proceedings live, for your convenience—and…the president is calling all to order. We’ll be back after the final statements. Once again, FNS would like to thank our viewers and listeners for making this one of the highest-rated days in our operating history. This…is FNS News….


* * *
__________________
"I have been wounded but not yet slain. I shall lie here and bleed awhile. Then I shall rise and fight again."

"Forget it, Jake...it's Chinatown."
Rush Limborg is offline   Reply With Quote
Old July 14 2012, 07:52 PM   #90
hadd001
Lieutenant
 
hadd001's Avatar
 
Re: Star Trek: Our Sacred Honor--A Tale Of Captain Ezri Dax

Wow! Been away because of my wife having surgery. The story has really progressed. Looking forward to next week's installments.
hadd001 is offline   Reply With Quote
Reply

Bookmarks

Thread Tools

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off

Forum Jump



All times are GMT +1. The time now is 08:24 PM.

Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.6
Copyright ©2000 - 2014, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
FireFox 2+ or Internet Explorer 7+ highly recommended.