war brings out the worst of us all

Posted on Fri Feb 12th, 2021 @ 8:26am by Lieutenant Nevada McKay
Edited on on Fri Feb 12th, 2021 @ 8:32am

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Star Base 34
Timeline: 2373
568 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure

The air was oddly still as the Admiralty stared Down the Defendant. Most of them stared with disgust, hatred, even loathing. All of them, however held a shocked look on their faces. Even the Normally Stoic Vulcans seemed taken back by the human Female before them.

“I’m not taking back what I said,” The Dark skinned Nevada McKay said as she folded her arms, her Ice blue eyes Darting across the assembled officers. “My Research, while unconventional was no more Illegal then the Genesis Wave Research undertaken by Doctor Marcus,” she stated firmly. “the difference being My Research doesn’t result in planets that Explode because they're unstable, It just made Vulcans Smile,” she said with a Sharp hiss through her clenched teeth.

The admiralty commission covered their microphones as they briefly conferred with one another. A Vulcan in vice admiral pips uncovered his microphone. "On behalf of the commission, I hereby tender our recommendation to the Judge Advocate's office as follows: life Confinement on the Elba II asylum for the criminally insane." He glanced at the Staff Judge Advocate seated separately from the commission panel, though he kept a wary eye on Nevada. "It would avoid certain... unpleasantries... connected to a dishonorable discharge."

"In review of the prosecution's testimony and the defendant's own admission, I agree that may be the best course of action," said the Staff Judge Advocate, a human woman with a tight head bun. She addressed Nevada directly. "Lieutenant McKay," she began, pointedly using Nevada's rank, "please listen closely: you have demonstrated yourself to be unwell in my eyes. I am giving you a chance at recovery, if not for a return to normal life. Do not squander it. If you do so, then I will see you spend the remainder of your life in the stockade on Jaros II for attempted crimes against Sentience. Do you understand these terms?"

"I Understand your terms," she said firmly her fists clenched up, her Icy blue eyes Locked menacingly on the Vulcan. "I'd Like to Submit that Starfleet is using the War as an excuse to lash out at good, but unconventional officers," she Countered with a low Growl. "You claim I’ve conspired for crimes against Sentience…when all I’ve done is create a theoretical Model for a recreational drug," she said coldy her gaze sweeping across the stone faced admiralty. "But I Accept this sentence with out protest…and hope that My case will be reevaluated once the war is over…" she added as she drew a few deep breaths to calm herself.

"Duly noted." The Staff Advocate General shuffled through her briefs as she spoke in the bored monotone of a professional paper-pusher. "Lieutenant Nevada McKay is remanded into the custody of Federation Marshals for escort to Elba II where she will face recovery or the end of her natural life. The dismissal from Starfleet is suspended until this case is revisited five years from today's Stardate." She thumped her gavel against the desk with a half-hearted flick of her wrist. "The matter is adjourned. Next case!"

Rough hands took Nevada by her arms, jostling her restrained hands out of her lap. "Right this way, ma'am," one of the Marshals said in a low glowering voice as he Jerked her to her feet. His voice sounded oddly hollow to Nevada who reluctantly complied with the tugging motions of the Short Andorian.