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Star Trek Hunter Episode 25: I Dream of Shiva

Robert Bruce Scott

Commodore
Commodore
Continued from Episode 24: A Trillian Problem

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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 25: I Dream of Shiva


Episode 25 – I Dream of Shiva

“Lord Krsna said: I am terrible time, the destroyer of all beings in all worlds, engaged to destroy all being in this world; of those heroic soldiers presently situated in the opposing army, even without you none will be spared.”

Bhagavad-Gita, Chapter 11, Verse 32



“Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”

J. Robert Oppenheimer, Director of the Manhattan Project, on witnessing the first successful detonation of an atomic bomb



Crew of the U.S.S. Hunter: (Ship's Interactive Holographic Avatar - Hunter).

Captain Kenneth Dolphin.
Chief Executive Officer – Lieutenant Commander Napoleon Boles.
Chief Operations Officer - Lieutenant Commander Gaia Gamor.
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Medical Director – Lieutenant Jazz Sam Sinder.
Assistant Medical Director – 2nd Lieutenant Gabriella Griff.
Ensign Sif.
Forensic Specialist - Midshipman Kunto Wekesa (nickname Kit).
Forensic Specialist – Midshipman Raaven.
Emergency Medical Hologram - Dr. Raj.
Tactical Medical Hologram - Dr. Kim.​
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Director of Flight Operations – (Vacant).
Assistant Flight Director - 2nd Lieutenant Leonarda Marks.
Navigator Johanna Imex.
Navigator Auqa’rh’lth.​
Ensign Chelna Zusa.
Chief Flight Specialist Thyssi zh’Qaoleq (last name rhymes with Chocolate).
Flight Specialist Dih Terri.
Flight Specialist Winnifreid Salazaar.
Flight Specialist Jennifer Hopper.​
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Director of Ground Operations - Lieutenant T’Lon.
Assistant Ground Ops Director - 2nd Lieutenant Tolon Reeves.
Chief Tactical Specialist Rumi Grace.
Tactical Specialist Dasare Eba (rhymes with Cabaret Nina).
Tactical Specialist Veri Geki.
Tactical Specialist Ranni Neivi.​
Ensign Eykirros Jones (nickname is Ike Jones).
Investigator Buttans Ngumbo.
Special Agent Anana Lynarr, Trantor Police Intelligence Division (temporary assignment).​
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Director of Engineering - Lieutenant Moon Sun Salek.
Assistant Engineering Director - 2nd Lieutenant Sun Ho Hui.
Midshipman Carlos Datsun.
Transporter Engineer Dragomut.​
Ensign Geoffrey Horatio Alstars.
Chief Flight Engineer Yolanda Thomas.
Flight Engineer Thomas Hobbs.
Flight Engineer Tomos.
Flight Engineer Kerry Gibbon.​
 
"Lord Vishnu said to Arjuna – “May this teach you to be humble. Pride is your worst enemy. The minute you think you are great and forget the divine who bestowed everything on you, you are on your way towards self destruction” then the Lord turned towards Hanuman and said to him “Hanuman, is this wise of you to humiliate the best archer? What if he had jumped into the pyre? You would become a reason for his death. “
Lord Hanuman put his head down in shame and promised Lord Vishnu and Arjuna that as an act of remorse he would protect Arjuna’s chariot in the battlefield." - from the Mahabharat [https://blog.cosmicinsights.net/why-did-lord-hanuman-protect-arjunas-chariot-in-mahabharat/]

-Will
 
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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 25: I Dream of Shiva
Scene 1: Snakes and Ladders


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Snakes and Ladders


Ru’us had made his way to the middle of the Black Salt Flats, the hottest desert on Saketh - a world located deep inside the Romulan Star Empire. He had just joined a mining camp. Philomo was one of the harshest of the romulan slave masters and Ru’us had been instructed to seek him out for this reason. Under Philomo’s whip, the smallest infraction could bring hours of agony – Philomo’s whip was always covered with a layer of black salt over a layer of cure – a preservative and lubricant designed to protect the whip leather from the salt.

“Mogu mogo*,” Ru’us whispered, earning a rough slap to the side of his head from Philomo’s leather-gloved fist.

The romulan slavemaster gripped his newest slave by the throat, drew the hemra within an inch of his face, a fierce look in his blue eyes, and whispered, “Mogu mogo,” then cast his slave aside into the blazing hot black salt sands.

Ru’us barely landed on the sand, then scrambled quickly to his feet and disappeared back into the nondescript work group, joining the slaves that were scraping the black surface and separating sand from salt. As Ru’us worked his way through this group, one hand after another came from among the other slaves to carefully shake loose dirt and sand from his ragged beige robe.


The sun was rising toward mid-morning, which put a stop to the work of this traveling salt mining camp. Slaves and masters alike drew white covers over equipment and supplies, pitched white tents with raised floors and retreated from the blazing heat of day. In these temperatures, the tents became islands in between which neither hemra (to the eye, indistinguishable from humans) nor romulan could survive.

Each tent had two large, convection driven air conditioners that were powered by a combination of the heat rising from the black sand and direct solar energy. Within minutes, each tent would puff out from the positive air pressure inside, maintaining a tolerable temperature inside. Romulans never entered the hemra tents and only the most trusted hemra slaves were allowed to provide service inside the romulan tents.

But Philomo was here, inside the temple – a secret that had heretofore been kept from the romulans. Ru’us took his place at the presbytery and in his soft voice said, “Advance, initiate.”

The other hemra were amazed as this romulan, the cruelest of the slavemasters, removed all of his clothing and advanced, naked, to the narthex, beneath the ladders that formed the central roof supports of the tent. Like the hemra slaves, Philomo was thin – all muscle and sinew. Hemra dutifully came forward and secured the slavemaster’s wrists and ankles by ropes to the ladders. Another brought the slavemaster’s whip to Ru’us. Eight other hemra lined up behind the itinerant shaman.

Ru’us’ voice was soft, quiet: “I am the mogu mogo who strikes without mercy.” He laid the whip cruelly to Philomo’s genitals, causing the romulan to grunt and writhe in pain.

Ru’us then handed the whip to the person standing behind him. She, in turn, took the whip and walked around behind the naked, bound romulan.

“I am the mogu mogo who strikes unawares.” She slashed the romulan viciously across his lower back, drawing a thin line of green blood.

One by one, the other slaves took the whip:

“I am the mogu mogo who siphons your breath…”

“I am the mogu mogo who cripples your feet…”

“I am the mogu mogo who steals your strength…”

“I am the mogu mogo who, like lightning, strikes the same target again…”

“I am the mogu mogo who places her seed in your belly so that her young may feed on you…”

“I am the mogu mogo who burst forth in a horde from your mouth, taking your life so that we may grow and multiply and replace your kind.”


The final whipscar was laid along the romulan’s jaw. Philomo stilled himself – he had endured a beating as harsh as any he had ever handed out to any of these slaves or their families. And he had endured this torment in nearly complete silence. It took a moment for him to gather the strength to speak.


“I am died and reborn,” said Philomo. “I am the mogu mogo who is come to change the world. This world has been judged. Sentence has been passed. A richly deserved doom has been given. I am that doom. I am the mogu mogo…”




*Mogu mogo – a snake-like creature native to the deserts of Saketh, armed with a poisonous stinger and famous for burrowing into the stomach of large prey to lay their eggs. The larvae escape from the mouth after a gestation period of two weeks. The snake has wings in its larval form, which shed immediately following their first flight – generally 6 hours of non-stop flight.


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Author's Note: I am restructuring Episodes 25 and 26. As originally published, Episode 25 had 12 scenes and Episode 26 had 28 scenes. But the first 7 scenes of Episode 26 seem really to belong more to the end of Episode 25. It will take some serious replumbing, but the adjustment needs to be made, so it starts here. Thanks!! rbs
 
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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 25: I Dream of Shiva
Scene 2: Come Fly With Me


25.2
Come Fly With Me


“If you want to know what leadership is, lead a wing of bajoran pilots on a suicide mission and they will teach it to you,” rumbled Lt. Grorher.


The large, furry pilot was seated on a park bench in Yuri Gagarin Memorial Park, inside the U.S.S. Milky Way’s saucer section. The U.S.S. Hunter’s 2nd officer was seated next to him. Lt. Commander Gaia Gamor was holding a glass with iced lemonade. Lt. Grorher was slowly working down a tall glass of something that looked like milk.


“I was about to ask about that mission,” said Gamor. “You must have known that none of your pilots were likely to come back alive. No space support – only a dozen interceptors to take on hundreds of Trillian aircraft with flack coming up from ground positions and tracking fire coming at you from ships and satellites in orbit. Why did you take that mission?”

“Because no one else would,” Grorher replied. “The Sanctuary of the Symbionts was under attack by far superior forces and Star Fleet was not able to respond. Officially, the Bajoran Defense Forces could not respond either because the attack presented no threat to Bajor. Officially, my assignment was to assess the situation, observe and report. We knew there would be no backup. No orbital support. No ground support. I was given broad mission parameters to observe as closely as necessary and to fire if fired upon. If my wing had done any less, there would not have been a Sanctuary for you to defend when you got there.”

“And all of the pilots under your command died on that mission?” Gamor asked.

“I asked for volunteers and told them they would not be coming home – and there was little chance even their remains would be recovered. I told them, if you go on this mission, your blood is now the blood of Trillus Prime. They knew what we would be trying to save, and that we were the only ones who would. I told them it would be worth it. Every pilot in my training wing volunteered. We found hidden positions to park our interceptors during the nights and were able to continue running missions for four days before they got the last of us. They jammed our emergency escape transporters and shot down our parachutes. So we learned we would have to go down with our birds. I was the only one who survived.”

“You were the last to be shot down?” asked Lt. Cmdr. Gamor.

“I am a very good pilot,” Lt. Grorher replied. “I have been flying solo missions for nearly 20 years. Against the best. I flew against klingons. I flew against cardassians. I flew against jem’hadar. I flew against Star Fleet. Before the Trillian Master Force put me down, I avenged each of my pilots and two more – 14 kills in four hours.” Grorher rumbled - clearing his throat. “The Vedic Assembly has named all of my deceased pilots as saints.”

Gamor grinned. “And named you as a Hero of Bajor.” Gamor took a deep breath, looked closely at Grorher. “So your people were more or less created by the changelings. Tell me, Lieutenant, what would you do if you were ordered to betray Star Fleet by a changeling?”

Grorher shook his head. “My kind know the Founders anywhere. They cannot take any form that would confuse us. They have no scent. They are not gods and although they created my race, I owe them nothing. I swore my loyalty to Star Fleet and Star Fleet has proven its loyalty to me. If ordered to betray Star Fleet by a Founder – or by anyone else – I would only do it if I could turn that act to benefit Star Fleet.”

Gamor was inquisitive. “I thought the Founders bred each of their servant species for intense loyalty.”

“We were bred for intense loyalty,” Grorher rumbled. “But we were also bred for strength, speed, intellect, keen senses, long life, resilience - they made us empathetic… they even made us great swimmers even though the creatures we were bred from are afraid of water. For a people like us, loyalty is earned and once lost, very difficult to reacquire. And the Founders always betray their creations. They learned from their mistakes and their next servants and soldiers were far more pliable - if far less reliable.”


“One more question, Lieutenant: why do you want to serve on the U.S.S. Hunter?”


“I understand that Captain Dolphin came up with the justification to protect the Symbionts. A rather technical interpretation of both the Treaty of Trillus Prime and the Cultural Treasures clause of Section 19 of the Federation Charter?” asked Grorher.

“He did,” Gamor answered. “He brought it up in senior staff meeting and workshopped the idea with us before taking it to Admiral Yasutake, Star Fleet’s Judge Advocate General. He also had us researching the Exploitation Clause of Section 19 and the membership qualifications in Section 28. I didn’t know why until after that long meeting he had with Jet Traxx. Now Traxx is suing on behalf of the wild ones claiming that the Sanctuary Priesthood has been exploiting the symbionts and, with Captain Dolphin as a sponsor, Traxx has filed for separate Federation membership for the symbionts. They’ll be sorting the whole thing out in court for years to come - which is as it should be. Much better than sorting it out on the battlefield.”


Grorher nodded, made an amused noise, then shook his head. “Until last week, I had only ever heard people denigrate lawyers. Here is a man who used the law like a warrior uses a phaser. I am not a lawyer, but now I want to become one. I want to learn how to fight like that.”


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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 25: I Dream of Shiva
Scene 3: Wheel in the Sky


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Wheel in the Sky


Hemra slaves who denied themselves food until they were only eating a single bowl of habcha bean sprouts and knickers a day quickly became useless for hard labor. But the ascetic movement did not find many converts among the hundreds of millions of slaves used for farming, mining or building. It was very much a movement among the more highly educated slaves and did not seem to interfere with their record keeping, drafting, teaching and traffic management duties.

If anything, the ascetics seemed to excel at their work. Their romulan slavemasters quickly adapted, allowing the ascetics to dress in simpler clothing as long as it was washed daily. The ascetics shaved their entire bodies and washed twice daily, so they tended to be cleaner than other slaves. This made them increasingly desirable as household slaves.


Seta swallowed, cleaned her lips with her finger, then swallowed again. She was a young hemra slave in the House of Deleonus in Safagreer, the primary spaceport on Saketh. Her master, Leonus, an eldelry romulan, was reclined on his daybed reviewing a report in his reader as she adjusted his clothing and stood up.

“I am curious, Seta,” said Leonus, not looking up from his reader.

Seta stood patiently and waited for her master to speak.

“You take no pleasure in that at all?” he asked, setting his reader aside after a few moments.

“My Lord Shiva allows me to indulge in the momentary satisfaction of a task successfully accomplished,” the young hemra slave responded. “But the passions of my own flesh belong to Lord Shiva. I am forbidden from indulging them. Only the barest amount of food to maintain my physical form.”

Leonus stroked his short, gray beard. “And the removal of all of your hair - even your eyebrows?”

“Being a slave, I have few opportunities for vanity,” Seta replied. “Removing the hair removes the last of these and leaves me naked and clean for my Lord Shiva.”

“I’m a city administrator, not a cultural anthropologist, so it seems counter-intuitive to me,” Leonus mused. “You would think the successful religions would be those that encouraged indulgence in sexuality, the carnal pleasures of the flesh. There has been no shortage of such religions throughout history and they always failed to thrive. It has always been the religions that require suppression of sexual desire that grow like weeds.”

Seta remained standing. Her opinion had not been asked and she had been given no other instructions. Until given something else to do, she watched her master’s hands.

“And Lord Shiva has a chariot. Tell me about him devouring the world?” the romulan bureaucrat asked.


Seta did not look up. She spoke quietly, as if quoting scripture from memory: “Lord Shiva’s chariot shall appear in the sky. Its great wheels shall blot out the moons. Just one of its great wheels shall blot out the sun. And then Lord Shiva shall ride one of the great wheels of his chariot down unto Saketh. And in his hunger he shall devour the people of Saketh. Romulan and hemra alike he shall devour. Believer and non-believer he shall devour. And all their works. Again and again his wheel shall descend and he shall eat up all the animals that walk on the soil and those that crawl in it as well. All the forests and crops and grasses and all other growing things he shall eat and the very soil in which they grow. Again and again his wheel shall descend and he shall drink all the rivers and all the lakes and all the oceans and all the fish that swim therein. All the plants that grow at the bottoms of the waters and the soils at the bottoms of the waters, he shall eat those too. And at last, when all else he has taken, his wheel shall descend again and he shall suck up all the air so that all that is left of Saketh will be a great, barren rock and all that was upon Saketh will be in his belly.”


Leonus had watched his slave and listened in amusement. When she completed her recitation, he turned his head and looked at a side table. Among the items on the table was a brush. “I liked your hair, slave. But I like your nakedness more. And you no longer hide things since you converted to your new religion. Fetch the brush and tend to my hair. Since you no longer have yours to care for, you can care for mine.”

Seta complied meekly, carefully playing out her master’s long, gray hair, then brushing it out, starting at the bottom.

“Tell me why, slave. Why has your new religion made you a better servant to me?”

“I no longer want things for myself. I am content with what Lord Shiva provides me by your hand. Everything I do, I do for my Lord Shiva. In brushing your hair, I am servicing my Lord Shiva.”

“Serving him to what purpose? You said he will devour believer and non-believer alike…”

“We do not seek to avoid our shared doom. We are come to prepare the way for Shiva to devour this world. To make the world ready for him.”

The elderly romulan bureaucrat was curious. “How did you come to convert to the Cult of Shiva?”

“I am ashamed,” Seta replied. “I had the dream. Lord Shiva had the mogu mogo in his mouth. It writhed into and out of his mouth until the larvae exploded from his mouth and one of them landed in my belly and it lost its wings. As the mogu mogo made me into a nest for her young, she made me into a vessel for Lord Shiva.”

“I have heard this dream described to me before. Why are you ashamed? I thought it was a sign of honor to have the dream…”

Seta carefully laid out and divided Lenous’ tresses and brushed them out until they began to shine. “My brother did not need to have the dream to believe. My friends Theta and Set and Krana did not need to have the dream. They all became believers on the word of our priests. But I was a sceptic. I would not believe until Lord Shiva came to me in my dream. I am not important enough to be given the dream, but I would not believe until it was given.”

Leonus stood up - a tall, elderly, distinguished romulan with long gray hair that cascaded halfway down his back and a neatly trimmed gray beard. “Maybe you are more important than you think.”

“That would be vanity, master. It would be vanity before my Lord Shiva.”

Leonus put his wrinkled hand on his young slave’s bald scalp, stroked gently. “Your skin is dry. I want you to keep it oiled for me so that it may be pleasant for me to touch. That is not vanity. That is a requirement. You will do this.”

“Yes, master.”

“You will also describe your daily diet to my nutritionist. And you will take whatever nutritional supplements he supplies you. You will do this because it pleases me.”

“I will do this.”

“Go, prepare my clothing for me. I have appointments this afternoon.” The elderly romulan walked across the large room and sat on a bench in front of an instrument that resembled a large harp. He drew the instrument to him and began playing, not expertly, but competently.


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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 25: I Dream of Shiva
Scene 4: Get Brack


25.4
Get Brack


“Your honor, I…”

“Shut up, Dolphin!”


Captain Kenneth Dolphin turned in surprise as he was joined at the defendant’s table by a very large and quite elderly ferengi wearing an old fashioned, English-cut 3-piece suit, complete with a necktie from Earth’s early 21st Century. The ferengi was leaning heavily on a black cane with a silver foot (actually shaped like a ferengi’s unshod foot) and topped by a large gold knob. He had an unusually powerful and sonorous voice that somehow still managed to convey a sneer when he spoke.


The trial was being held in the old Laren Manev Municipal Building. Trill courtrooms were similar to Federation courtrooms in layout except that the jury (of five) was hidden in a balcony overlooking the floor, as was the audience. Audience and jury could see and hear, but could not be seen or heard in the courtroom below.

Typically there were two judges, but one of the judge’s chairs had been removed. Witness chairs were located in front of the judicial bench on the floor. The room was finished in dark blues and browns with heavy, high quality plastic surfaces.


“Counselor?” asked Tribunal Justice Cisl Mreek.

“You know me, Tribunal Justice,” the elderly ferengi replied. “Brack from the law firm of Sorek, Brack and Evens out of New York City. I am representing both Star Fleet and the Daystrom Institute. And if you will allow me just a moment with this defendant?” Brack gestured at Dolphin.

The tellerite justice wrinkled her piggy nose and rolled her eyes. “Take your liberty while you can, Mr. Brack.”

The elderly ferengi reached up and with an air of unquestioned dignity, flicked Captain Dolphin’s ear. “Were you seriously thinking of representing yourself?”


“Ow!” Dolphin replied.


“You’re an idiot, Dolphin. Star Fleet and Daystrom both need me to represent you as well, so tell the judge I am your lawyer.”

“Actually, my first officer was going to represent me,” Dolphin said quietly. “He’s momentarily indisposed. Something about the local mushrooms not agreeing with his unique digestive tract… But if you insist…”

Brack turned back toward the judge. “And I’m representing this fool, too.”

“Good,” Mreek grunted. “I have no patience for fools and sister golden hair looks like a fool standing there by himself. Now, you should know that the Daystrom Institute has not been named in this lawsuit. So why are you here representing DI?”

“Within twenty minutes the plaintiff will add the Daystrom Institute to this lawsuit or you will dismiss the case out of hand.” Brack lightly tapped the silver foot of his cane on the floor - twice.

“You are not delightful when you think you’re being mysterious, Mr. Brack. Now, Counselor Dueex,” Justice Mreek said, returning her attention to the plaintiff’s table, at which were sitting two female trills, both wearing the standard uniform of the trill military. “Let’s get back to it. We have seen the evidence. We have seen the telemetry. Just sum this up for us. Plain language, if you please. No one is going to be impressed with long legal terms…”


One of the trill military lawyers stood. “As we explained earlier, we are leaving the issue of Star Fleet’s and Captain Dolphin’s culpability for the destruction of our ground-based artillery units pending the outcome of the military inquest. Our issue at hand focuses strictly on the damage to 236 Trillian Master Force interceptors. This was done the very moment that Captain Dolphin’s strike force emerged from warp…”


“Objection, your honor…”


Tribunal Justice Cisl Mreek rolled her head back, then focused on the ancient ferengi at the defense table. “Can’t we get through the summation without interruption?”

“Not as long as counsel is telling a deliberate mistruth,” snapped Brack. “I reviewed their telemetry, which they presented as evidence earlier today. The first ship in the task force to fire on the Trill Master Forces interceptors was the U.S.S. Fowler and the telemetry clearly shows the U.S.S. Fowler did not open fire until 4.81 seconds after the task force came out of warp. That is almost five whole seconds.”

“What is your point, Brack?” growled the piggy-faced, tellerite justice.

Brack counted on his fingers: “One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand, four one-thousand, five! That is at least two heartbeats. You took a breath during that time…”

“Your honor!” Counselor Russell Dueex exclaimed. She ran her hand over her hair and pulled it back, her face blushing with anger, the spots along her neck almost glowing. “There is no difference between…”

“For your slow, organic brain, no, the difference between ‘the very moment’ and almost five seconds seems like nothing,” Brack sneered. “But to the artificial intelligence known as Hunter aboard the U.S.S. Hunter, it might as well be a century!”

“Do not directly address opposing counsel, Brack!” Mreek roared, emphasizing her words by slamming her gavel into the block with a resounding clang. Mreek had been given a titanium gavel and block years ago because of her tendency to destroy gavels and shatter blocks, occasionally showering witnesses and others nearby with shrapnel. “I won’t tell you again – I’ll bounce your wrinkly ferengi ass out of my courtroom in less than 4.81 seconds if you engage in any more cross-talk!” Mreek gestured threateningly at the elderly ferengi lawyer with her titanium gavel. “You have been in my courtroom before. You know the rules!”

“Thank you, your honor,” said Dueex, only to receive an enraged glare from the extremely irritated tellerite justice.

“And you stick to the facts, Dueex! Any more hyperbole out of you and it will be your spotty ass bouncing around out there in the hall! Now continue…”


The trill lawyer took a deep breath. “Beginning 4.81 seconds after emerging from warp, Captain Dolphin’s strike force fired on 236 interceptors that belong to the Trillian Master Forces, cutting through the hulls and destroying the fuel management, targeting and navigational computers of each unit. Cascade interference destroyed the phaser core on all but 4 of these ships, the inertial dampeners on 113 of them and the inertial dampening systems on 89 of them in an unprovoked attack with no notice provided in advance of hostilities.”

The tellerite justice made an impatient circling motion with her titanium gavel. “And you have already provided the damage estimate. Any other facts or narrative for us to consider?”

Dueex took a deep breath, carefully considered, then said, “No, your honor.”

“And here’s your dyspeptic bolian,” Justice Mreek said to Dolphin as Lt. Cmdr. Napoleon Boles, rather gingerly, entered the room carrying a large reader that was folded shut.


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Courtroom dramas are like good detective stories. There's the clues and the logical connections and finally the reveal..

On Stardate XXX.X, trial was held in the old Laren Manev Municipal Building, in and for the Planet of Trill...

When I started outlining the series, I wanted to have at least one medical drama, one political drama, one in person fight, one space battle and one courtroom drama for each of the three years of the series. I beat each of those goals - this trial is courtroom drama #4 for the series.

The law firm of Sorek, Brack and Evens was mentioned in Ep 3. Tribunal Justice Cisl Mreek first appeared in Ep. 7. I definitely wanted to put Brack and Cisl Mreek together...

Thanks!! rbs
 
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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 25: I Dream of Shiva
Scene 5: Dream Weaver


25.5
Dream Weaver


Remma had never worked so hard in her life – nor had she ever been as productive or as satisfied with her work. Developing information, working large networks of agents – willing, purchased and coerced – she had done that for decades for the Imperial Romulan Senate. Nearly half of those assets were embedded in the old Romulan Star Empire and the Imperial Star Navy, and she was working them harder than ever for her new and far better resourced – employer wasn’t exactly the right word…

Since the destruction of Romulus, resources had always been very tight for the Romulan Senate and Internal Information Control. Remma had learned to leverage her resources strategically. Shiva had what amounted to a bottomless well of resources: People, weapons, transportation, technology – and good old-fashioned hard currency in the form of endless ingots of gold-pressed latinum. And the resources seemed to come not just from the Federation, but from everywhere. Need to encourage the Imperial Navy to reposition a half-dozen warbirds? Nothing solved that problem like a quick raid by a fleet of well-armed klingon pirates…

But the work was more satisfying as well. No more kidnapping and strategically murdering the children and relatives of Romulan Senators to further petty political squabbles. No more marshaling mindless cardassian mercenaries for pathetic attempts at land-grabs. Remma was well aware of and grimly amused by the cardassian debacle at Weythan – they wouldn’t have been such easy prey for Star Fleet if she had been directing them.


Remma’s new task was far harder and required far greater subtlety. She understood her new master better than anyone ever had - better than Shiva understood herself. They both knew from history and from bitter experience that telling the romulans who had made Saketh their home that their world was doomed would not be enough. The people of Saketh had to feel that doom in their bones - in every fibre of their being - they had to be driven to save their world by urges far more powerful than intellect could provide… Remma had a religion to cultivate.

Teams of cultural anthropologists and newly-minted theologians were developing texts. She did not know why, but it was critical for the texts to have internal incoherencies and contradictions while agreeing on the larger dogma. Nothing seemed to fuel religious fervor like internecine blood-letting over dogmatically insignificant textual inconsistencies. This meant hours and hours of reading to make sure the priests invented the holy scriptures wrong with the correct kinds of errors.

And there was no rest for the wicked… Remma worked even harder in her sleep than when she was awake.


The first dream of the night was always the most important – when she and Shiva would appear together. Ru’us was a triumph – it had taken four dreams to cement him on the right path. Tonight’s dreamer was every bit as critical as Ru’us and a far more difficult individual to manage. Ru’us was the illiterate but charismatic shaman. His high priest had to be the opposite and needed as much guidance, if not more.

Silently, following a well-established ritual, Remma prepared Shiva for bed, disrobing her, washing and brushing her hair – hair that once again had streaks of healthy black among the platinum white tresses, oiling her skin – skin that was beginning to look resilient and healthy again, and painting her face depending on whether Shiva would be appearing as male, female or more androgynously. Tonight, as most nights, Shiva would manifest as male.

Remma curled up at Shiva’s feet, gently massaging restorative oils into each foot. She closed her eyes and began her nightly transformation into a snake. She slithered back up Shiva’s now masculine form and coiled herself around his shoulders – then launched. No crawling across the blazing black sands for Remma – unlike the other mogu mogo, she had retained her wings. She whipped through the sealed flap of the high priest’s tent and shed her wings at the moment she flew directly into his suddenly open mouth.

The high priest was viewing his reflection in a mirror. Behind him, he could see Shiva towering over him. And behind Lord Shiva was his massive chariot with its four wheels. Shiva opened his hands above Philomo’s head and in Shiva’s hands appeared a crown. Shiva placed the crown on Philomo’s head. At that moment Remma burst out from Philomo’s mouth in the form of words. Words with wings.

Some of these words sprayed onto pages in several books that were set before Philomo. More winged words sped from his mouth into the ears of others, mostly romulans, whereupon they would enter the listener’s stomach and issue as winged mogu mogo larvae from their mouths…


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Weird and inexplicable, in all the best possible ways. Love the idea of the intentionally conflicting and easily re-reinterpretable religious scripture. Almost anything can then be justified. However, it then runs the risk of allowing splinter sects to hold to their own unique interpretations.

-Will
 
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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 25: I Dream of Shiva
Scene 6: Terms and Conditions


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Terms and Conditions


“Your turn, Captain Dolphin,” said Brack. “Tell us what you did in preparation on your journey toward Trillus Prime - specifically regarding the Trillian Master Forces’ adherence to their licensing agreement with the Daystrom Institute - in regard to the interceptors in question.”


Captain Kenneth Dolphin was in the witness chair located between the defendant’s and plaintiff’s tables, facing Justice Cisl Mreek. “I contacted Dee Dee Smith, one of the pilot attorneys at the Daystrom Institute, and had her send me a copy of the license agreement, signed by the Trillian Senate President and the Trillian General Staff’s Chief Counsel, for use of Daystrom Institute property, specifically the targeting, navigation and fuel regulation computers for their interceptors.”

Brack opened the reader provided by Lt. Commander Napoleon Boles and thumbed a control. “Submitted into evidence as Defense Exhibit one.”


Justice Mreek spent a minute reviewing a copy of the file on the reader at her desk, then looked up and said, “Defense Exhibit accepted. You may continue, Captain Dolphin.”


Dolphin took a breath. “Under the terms of this agreement, Section 39, Part A, Subsection 5, the Daystrom Institute may, at any time, analyze its property, namely the targeting, navigation and fuel regulation computers, for evidence of misuse, neglect or piracy under the terms of this agreement,” he continued. “Under the Star Fleet Charter, Section 20, Part D, Star Fleet is authorized to act as agent and protector for affiliated public-private partners, of which the Daystrom Institute is one of the most prominent. Hunter, that is the artificially intelligent Federation citizen officially known as The United Space Ship Hunter, Navy-Daystrom Craft commission number 1201, and assigned as Master Warrant Officer to the U.S.S. Hunter, reviewed the license agreement with me and prepared the analysis protocols according to Section 414, Parts D, G and I, to analyze telemetry recorded from the property in question for any grounded interceptors left out in the open.”

Captain Dolphin ran his fingers through his thick, blonde hair. “On coming out of warp, Hunter performed the analysis of each of the 236 computers in question and determined in each case that the licensing agreement had been violated. Having made that determination, Hunter strategically distributed targeting coordinates to all ships in the task force. As mentioned earlier, the U.S.S. Fowler was the first to open fire. All ships fired as soon as authorized by their individual commanding officers and the license enforcement action was completed within 43 seconds, allowing the entire task force to break orbit having spent less than one minute in orbit of Trillus Prime.”


Brack lightly tapped the silver foot of his cane (actually shaped like the life-sized unshod foot of a ferengi) against the floor. “Please be specific Captain. Which parts of the licensing agreement were violated by the Trillian Master Forces?”


Dolphin ticked off points on his fingers. “Section 2, Part A, Subsection 1, regarding use of Daystrom Institute property in commission of a violation of the Federation Charter, specifically the Cultural Treasures subclause of Section 19.” Dolphin ticked a second finger: “Section 2, Part B, Subsection 1, regarding use of Daystrom Institute property in such a manner as to endanger the lives of Daystrom Institute employees or employees of any organization affiliated with the Daystrom Institute, specifically Star Fleet, in the person of Star Fleet Lieutenant Grorher.” He ticked a third finger: “Section 2, Part B, Subsection 2, regarding use of Daystrom Institute property in such a manner as to endanger the lives of Federation citizens or other persons not engaged in hostilities with the Federation, namely twelve bajoran pilots killed in action while helping to enforce the Cultural Treasures subclause of Section 19 of the Federation Charter.”

Counselor Brack leaned back in his seat at the defense table as Dolphin ticked a fourth point on the pinky of his left hand and continued: “Section 2, Part B, Subsection 3, regarding use of Daystrom Institute property in such a manner as to endanger other property of the Daystrom Institute, specifically the targeting, navigation and fuel regulation computers of thirteen Bajoran Defense Force interceptors, all of which were destroyed by the combined fleet operation of the interceptors in question.” Dolphin dropped his hand to the arm of the witness chair. “There were 11 other minor violations that would also have led to revocation of the license agreement, as authorized under Section 437, Part A, and these have been highlighted in the evidence submitted, but there is no need to enumerate those at this time.”


“Let’s be clear, Captain Dolphin,” said Brack. “In this action, you and your task force were acting as the agent of the Daystrom Institute, as authorized under the Star Fleet Charter and in accordance with the Daystrom Institute’s licensing agreement, which was signed by the Trill Senate and the Trill military?”

“For the purposes of this action and this action alone, that is correct,” Dolphin confirmed.


The ancient ferengi attorney stood up, made a dramatic gesture with both hands and a formal bow to Justice Cisl Mreek, then turned to the trill attorneys and said, “Counsellors, your witness.”

Mreek tapped her titanium gavel against the titanium block in irritation: “That’s my line, Brack…”


The trill military attorney, Russell Dueex, stood up, tugged on her hair. She took a step forward and turned toward Dolphin, then said, “I am curious Captain Dolphin, how did your strike force manage to fire from space at targets located on Trillus Prime for nearly a full standard minute and not get obliterated by defensive fire from the planetary defense satellite network?”

“Mr. Brack,” asked Justice Mreek from her perch on the judges platform, “Do you care to object?”

“Considering the question and answer simply provide more evidence of malfeasance on the part of the plaintiff,” mused Brack, “well, as the humans say, it’s their funeral…”

“Answer the question, Captain,” said Mreek.


Dolphin took a deep breath. “Under the terms of the Fourth Defense Technology Compatibility Treaty, as amended, Exhibit 5, Section 16, private-public partnership technology institutions affiliated with the Vulcan High Command, the Andorian Imperial Guard, the Bolian Web Service and Star Fleet, that license plug-in units to be used in defensive installations or weapon systems, must use compatible clauses in their license agreements. Because the planetary defense satellite grid for Trillus Prime is licensed from the Avradega Satellite Defense Research Institute, which is affiliated with the Andorian Imperial Guard, I reached out to the lead counsel for the ASDRI, who agreed that a violation of the DI licensing agreement would, ipso facto, constitute a violation of the ASDRI license and when that violation was confirmed by Hunter, ASDRI immediately took the planetary defense grid offline.”


“Okay,” said Counselor Dueex, “We will stipulate that the computer systems that your strike force targeted and destroyed were Daystrom Institute property, but in that attack you and your strike force did severe damage to other systems as well as making the frames impossible to fly…”

“Section 627, Part C, Subsection 5,” Dolphin responded: “The Daystrom Institute, its employees, representatives and agents are not responsible for collateral damages to property or persons arising from misuse of licensed property. This includes damages arising from enforcement activities as required under Section 400 of this agreement…”

“And you provided no notice of this enforcement action…” Dueex objected.

Dolphin rolled his eyes and looked pleadingly toward Justice Mreek.

Brack sat impassively at the defendant’s table, arms folded, one eyebrow raised.

“I agree, Goldilocks,” Mreek said quietly to Dolphin. “…’Section 29, Part A, subsection 5’… …’may at any time’… It was the very first thing you said.” The tellerite tribunal justice turned her full judicial ire on the trill lawyers. “For the love of your own planet,” Mreek thundered, “this licensing agreement has only 852 sections! Didn’t your people bother to read the thing before signing it???”

Mreek drove her titanium gavel into the titanium block with the vigor of John Henry pounding rail spike, setting off sparks that scorched the historic plastic of the judicial table.


“Case dismissed!!” she roared, “With prejudice!!”


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