Episode 4 - Truth, Justice, and the Federation Way
Location: Ready Room, USS Arcadia, Silent Triangle
Timeline: 1311 Hours, MD 2 (March 4th, 2393)
[Previously in Future Past - Part 4 "The Bold and the Righteous" and Right Choice]
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Chrys gave a soft laugh. "The Dominion will never be defeated if you keep pussy footing around Admiral. Keep playing the political game and yes you will go far. But unless you are willing to get your hands dirty, You won't beat them. You are too naive. They will be beaten back, as they have before, but they will come again, and again. Sometimes, the only steps to take are the ones that give people like you nightmares." She focused on him. "I do what I have to for the survival of the Federation. I swore that oath. And I uphold it. I don't need to help you, Admiral. I am willing to die for my convictions; how many will die for yours before you see the point that your convictions have done this?"
Oliver's brows tightened slightly. "We are Starfleet, Commander. We follow the chain of command, and the President sits on the very top of that chain. We can't just remove the government whenever we feel like to, or we would be no different from the Praetorian Guard or the Tal Shiar. The Federation stands for something, and if we give up the ideals that make the Federation Federation, we would be fighting for a mere husk, we would be fighting for nothing. Like too many people you have lost family and friends in this war, Commander, do you want their sacrifices to be for nothing?"
"We shall see who is right in the end, won't we, Admiral? History is the real judge." Chrys replied calmly.
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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 Dominion 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 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."
"Thank you for the link." Chrys said. "I will take everything into consideration, Captain."
"That's all I ask."
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Nami drank from the glass of uttaberry infused water Oliver had offered her - he even added a dash of Ankarian mint to it. Normally she preferred the austerity of simple water without any fancy adornment, but Oliver had always had a taste for the fancy, and against her own better judgement she had missed him and his fancy water.
Besides, the repair on the Themyscira had been proceeding smoothly, and soon she would have to part way with him in a less than amicable manner. She might as well savor these fleeting moments of calm and pleasantness before the inevitable. She did not look forward to it: she had devoted her life to him - a life she owed him - and to his cause, even at the expense of her own happiness and that of countless others. But his insistence on following the Federation Council's spineless order had left her no choice. He loved nothing more than the Federation, and everything she had done and would do was for the Federation. For him.
Shaking her head slightly, she responded to his previous question.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it. Just give the girl some time to process." she said, "She loves you, Oliver . . . well, not exactly this you, but Terri loves her father deeply, and you are her father. As for Korra, you two were meant to be together, and that's all you need to know, and that's all that mattered."
Oliver listened pensively as Nami spoke. He still had the nagging feeling that she was hiding something from him, and yet everything she said sounded so sincere and earnest. Were Korra and he meant to be together as she said, even after the inevitable changes to the timeline caused by her traveling back in time? He wondered why she was so certain of it. He wanted to believe her. At least a part of him did. And if . . .
Before he could complete his train of thought, the door chime to the ready room rang.
Chysanthe entered and paused just inside the door. "Apologies Captains, I did not mean to interrupt."
"Not at all, Lieutenant." Said Oliver. "What can I do for you?"
"Sir, I have just finished going over the data that captain Ishikawa gave us to go through." Chrys reported. "Sir, I think we need to consider the Captain's words... Its bad sir. Really bad. And I believe after looking through the data, that to do nothing will end up in the timeline the captain is here to stop."
Oliver raised an eyebrow and said, "What happened to the skepticism at the briefing, Lieutenant? You were pretty adamant about not getting us involved."
"It went out the window so to speak Captain. These logs and data after reviewing them over and over, show that the Captain's words are true. I spent many hours looking them over Sir. I think, no I believe that to do nothing, will result in a future neither of us wants."
"And you are certain of it?"
"Yes Sir." Chrys replied confidently. "I am 100% confident of it. The facts support it."
Oliver drank from his glass as he considered what Chrys had just said. Then he looked at Ishikawa before turning his attention back to the science chief.
"Organize your findings into a report, and I will forward it to Starfleet Command, but our current order stands, and until we receive a new order to the contrary, we will escort the Themyscira to Starbase 139 as soon as her repair is complete, nothing more."
Chrys stared at him. "Sir." she said her tone verging on a whine. "You cannot be serious, I can get you the report now. It's in my hands." she held out the PADD. "Sir, the time it will take to get to Starbase 139 and then for the higher ups to read the information.. it will be too late and we will have lost the element of surprise."
Oliver took the PADD and set it aside on the small glass table next to him.
"We are neither the Praetorian Guard nor the Tal Shiar, Lieutenant. We are Starfleet; we follow our chain of command, and the President sits on top of that chain, so unless and until she gives us the authorization to mount a surgical strike, we will not go anywhere near Dominion space. Is that clear?"
Nami watched quietly as the heated exchanged unfolded before her. It seemed that history was indeed repeating itself, perhaps to her advantage this time.
"Sir, while that is abundantly clear, we both took an oath to protect the Federation. Doing this, will protect the Federation; if we sit down and do nothing, and what happens comes to pass, history will judge us.." Chrys knew she was loosing this battle and it made her voice impassioned.
Rising from his seat, Oliver walked over to where the science officer was standing.
"Do not lecture me on history, Lieutenant." he said, looking straight into her eyes. "We have our orders, and as I told you this morning, if you have problem following any of them, you should let me know right now."
She crossed her arms and her eyes, hardened to dark agates. "Sir, you know this is wrong." She said her voice level. "I am letting you know, Sir, that I believe the orders are wrong."
"Wrong?" Oliver quirked an eyebrow. "What's wrong is to provoke an almost certain war with the Dominion right now and risk all the devastation and death that war most certainly would bring, just to prevent a war twenty years from now, a war that in any case might not even happen now that the time line has already been changed."
Straightening his uniform jacket, he continued, "Your objection to our order will be noted in my log, Lieutenant, but unless you prefer being relieved of your duty, I suggest that you carry out that order as the rest of us will." Gesturing at Nami, he said, "Even Captain Ishikawa understands. She has agreed to let us escorts the Themyscira to Starbase 139 once the repair is complete."
Nami responded with an ambiguous shrug, as if saying "This is not what I want, but orders are orders." The truth was, she had led him to believe that. There's no need to rouse unnecessary suspicion when everything was proceeding just as planned. If things went well, she might not even need any help from anyone on the Arcadia crew, but if she did need help down the road, Capulet might just be the person. And this whole exchange between her and Oliver was rather familiar. It must be what the humans called déjà vu.
The words spoken by Chrysanthe were ice and she straightened to attention and then headed to the door with "Yes, Sir" Her posture was full of anger and insult and she left the two captains in her icy wake.
Oliver's brows tightened as he watched the ready room doors closed behind Chrys. Turning to Nami, he shook his head, "Sometimes I wonder if it was a bad idea to ask her to be my chief science officer."
Nami chuckled. "Trust me, you have made far worse personnel decisions than Lieutenant Capulet."
"Is that right?"
The Trill captain shrugged. "But again, now that the timeline has changed, for all we know, she might indeed be the worst personnel decision you will ever make, which isn't all that bad really." she drank from her glass. "At least she's honest."
Captain Oliver A. Lee
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
Captain Nami Ishikawa
USS Themyscira NCC-85430
(NPC - Oliver)
Lieutenant Chrysanthe Capulet
Chief Science Officer
USS Arcadia NCC-89015