Episode 4 - Truth, Justice, and the Federation Way
Location: Lounge, USS Arcadia, Silent Triangle
Timeline: 2216 Hours, MD 1 (March 3, 2393)
Chrys had taken to spending late hours in the lounge on deck 4. After all had gone to their beds, She sat alone every night, in the semi lit lounge watching the stars. She was a loner in every sense of the word. And she kept herself well and truly away from the captain and executive officer. Now she sat, in comfortable jeans and a baggy sweater, sipping a mug of coffee as she sat in a window booth and watched the stars.
Captain Nami Ishikawa walked inside the lounge and paused to take in the sheer size of the place as well as its plethora of amenities, from soothing music and green plants to the elegant lounge chairs and coffee table, from the well stocked bar to the hidden holo emitters that projected the night sky of Risa onto the ceiling. For heaven's sake, they even had a giant fish tank in the middle of the room. The whole place reeked of luxury and decadence. It reminded her of one of President Jiv'ek's New Year celebration parties that she had had the misfortune of attending. The Parisian elites drank and danced while Sagnis IV fell to the Dominion. If the Arcadia represented the future of Starfleet and the Federation, history would inevitably repeat itself, but she was here to make sure that would not happen.
Having located the person she was looking for, the Themyscira's Commanding Officer walked over and greeted the woman. "Lieutenant Capulet, do you mind if I join you?"
Curiosity was a sin, Chrys reminded herself but she sat up in the chair. "Of course Captain." She said with a polite smile. "I do hope you and your crew are being well taken care of?"
Ishikawa sat down in the chair across the small table from the Arcadia's science chief. "It had been a while since we had access to hot shower and fresh food, so that's nice." she said as she glanced around the spacious lounge. Gesturing at a group of officers on the other side of the room, she said, "I guess you are not a crowd people?"
Chrys shook her head. "No not really." She said softly. "I enjoy meeting new people but in small doses. And I fully understand the pleasure of a hot shower and meal."
Ishikawa nodded with a small smile. "Somethings never change, Lieutenant. You always walk your own path, whether it's the past, the present, or the future."
Raising an eyebrow, Chrys said "Ah the future, such a nebulous thing for us. The smallest thing could change anything." She smiled. "You knew me in the future?"
"You can say that." Came the ambiguous response. Leaning back into her chair, she continued. "As you know, Lieutenant, I can't divulge too much, temporal protocols and all, but it suffices to say that you and your contacts in the criminal underworld were a great asset to the war effort. You understood that the war must be won and that the Federation must be defended, at all cost. You were willing to take the necessary actions, actions that your captain was unwilling to even consider. And for that I have always admired you."
Ishikawa had spoken only the truth, even if not the whole truth. What was left unsaid was that Capulet was one of those officers who had sided with Bolanus after the Bolian's coup d'état; she and her operatives had caused no small headache for Oliver as he prepared to march on Earth and put down the mutineers, delaying the 7th Fleet's departure from Betazed by nearly a full week through sabotage, which allowed Bolanus the necessary time to marshal his forces and put up a defense that nearly derailed the entire operation. In other words, they had been on the opposing sides of the brief - and fatal - civil war. They had been enemies.
But as it turned out, Capulet and Bolanus had been right all along. They could have saved the Federation from the Dominion. What was that Grazerite saying? The gods favor the victorious, history the vanquished. She had been on the wrong side of history by helping Oliver put down the coup; she would not make that same mistake again. She just hoped that Capulet was still the same realist that she had been, or rather would be. If Oliver ever found out what the Themyscira's true mission was, they could use an ally or at least someone sympathetic on the Arcadia.
Chrys was an expert at keeping thoughts and emotions off her face, and her face remained very passive as the captain spoke. "Well Captain Lee is bound most tightly by what he considers honor. Honor does not pay well to my mind." She gave a slight smirk and a half shrug. "He was quite surprised when I told him I outed a former commanding officer just out of spite. Sometimes he is very naive."
"No, honor doesn't pay well at all," Nami nodded. "at least not where I came from."
Of course, she didn't believe for a second that "naive" was an appropriate descriptor for someone who had been famous - or infamous, depending whom you asked - for his underhanded and yet brilliant tactics on the battlefield, but the fact remained that Oliver could be surprisingly rigid when it came to his principles, and the Federation had suffered dearly for his obstinacy. Fiat iustitia et pereat mundus: let justice be done, though the world perishes. He had never admitted it, but those words might as well be his motto.
Leaning back into her chair, the Trill captain continued, "I'm glad we are on the same page, Lieutenant, because the only way to prevent the war and the billions of deaths is to neutralize the Dominions before they become a serious threat, and that might require some drastic measures, measures that might offend your captain's moral sensitivity. And if you believe that history has a tendency of repeating itself, then there will come a time when all of us will have to make a choice between abstract principles and the lives of billions. And I trust you will make the right choice."
Chrys merely smiled at that. "Of course. I always make the right choice." She sipped her tea.
"That's good to know, Lieutenant." Nami nodded and handed her a PADD. "Here's everything we have on the Dominion weapon, but as I said earlier at the debriefing, there's not much that we know about it. You are also welcome to check the Themyscira's database if you have any questions about anything else. Just have your AI link up with mine. I hope this will convince you that the only reason we are back here is to prevent a catastrophe."
Of course, she would never allow anyone from the Arcadia to have full access to the Themyscira's database, not even Capulet, at least not until she could be certain that the human was indeed on her side. Themie had been instructed to provide only the necessary information that would - hopefully - sway Capulet of the necessity of their mission, the information on which the AI had buried under multiple layers of encryption in a database completely isolated from Themyscira's mainframe.
"Thank you for the link." Chrys said. "I will take everything into consideration, Captain."
"That's all I ask." said Nami. Glancing around the lounge, she asked, "Now, you guys don't have real alcohol in the bar by any chance, do you?"
Chrys gave a soft laugh. "There is probably a still around somewhere, otherwise its Synthenol only."
Nami smiled in kind. "Want to join me for a drink, Lieutenant?"
"Of course, Captain." Chrys replied.
Captain Nami Ishikawa
USS Themyscira NCC-89472
(NPC - Oliver)
Lieutenant Chrysanthe Capulet
Chief Science Officer
USS Arcadia NCC-89015