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Two days
later, four guards escorted Philip Keegan to his new quarters. Tuvok
spent the previous eight days on every small detail, insuring that even
Mister Keegan could not escape the room. Unlike Phil's first trip
through the corridors, no crewmembers watched him pass. The captain
ordered the route off limits. Keegan, his hands cuffed in front of him,
enjoyed the opportunity to walk more than three strides without hitting
a wall. The guards, two human in front and two Vulcan in back, walked
with rifles ready but expected no trouble. At the largest intersection,
the humans advanced, watched the length of the side corridors, and
motioned the procession forward. When the Vulcans reached the
intersection, a flash grenade and a sonic grenade struck.
Keegan dropped
to the ground as the first phasers hit. He crawled to one of the stunned
humans, felt around in the burning white and took his comm badge. Phil
tapped it, whispered "Tuvok," and stuck the badge to his shirt under his
tunic. A hand took hold of his arm and pulled.
"Come on," a
voice said through the metallic hiss in his ears. The hand pulled him
down a corridor.
He regained
his sight just as they entered the access corridor to the Aero Shuttle.
"Why are you doing this?" he said.
Sandra
Donnelley turned and kissed him. "Do you need to ask?"
"Yes," he
said.
"In my era, we
don't stop caring for someone just because we broke up." She opened the
hatch to the repair bay around the shuttle.
"I know. That
doesn't answer my question."
She reached
the ventral hatch and tried to open it.
"That won't
work," he said.
"It worked
yesterday."
"We didn't
have a security lockdown yesterday."
"Don't worry.
I know a few tricks." She took out what appeared to be a normal
tricorder and removed a non-standard device from it. She set the device
on the hatch control panel and entered commands onto it. The hatch
didn't open. She entered the commands four more times. She climbed down
the side of the shuttle and opened a panel. She removed, examined and
replaced some of the components. "I have it all set up," she said as she
worked. "I installed a cryogenic chamber in the Aero Shuttle along with
a holographic engineer and pilot. You'll be back in the Alpha Quadrant
before any of us. You'll be safe."
"I took them
out," Phil said.
"The cryogenic
chamber?" She moved to a new panel.
"The hardwired
commands."
She looked up.
"What are you talking about?"
"The hardwired
commands built into the transfer nodes. I took them out."
"What?"
"What are you
called?" he asked.
"What are who
called?"
"Your
organization," he replied. "In my day we called them secret police. What
does Starfleet call them?"
She watched
him with narrow eyes and a clenched jaw. "What did you say?"
"People today
are very trusting, especially of Starfleet. No one would look for a
department like that. You must find it very easy to hide." He smiled, as
if at an inside joke. "Paranoia has some benefits over trust."
"You bastard.
That's why you were sleeping with me."
He shrugged.
"If it's any consolation, I broke it off when I started to like you."
"No, Phil, it
is not a consolation." She raised her phaser. "You're getting on that
ship and going back to the Alpha Quadrant."
"I want my
trial."
"Starfleet
wants you back as soon as possible. The engineer has schematics from the
Delta Flyer. She'll be just as fast when he's done."
"Starfleet
didn't issue this order. They want to kick me out."
"We're
offering you a way to serve in Starfleet. Do you want to abandon that?"
"Yes."
She took a
step toward him. "I don't care."
He jumped
forward. The phaser struck his shoulder and numbed his arm. His other
hand took the phaser from her. He bent it in half and tossed it away.
"I will stay
here," he said.
She punched at
him. His left arm, dragging his numbed right, knocked her hand away. She
kicked out. He lifted a knee to block and jumped back. She attacked with
more force and fury, continuing to attack until Janeway and Tuvok
arrived.
"Mister
Keegan," the captain said, "Stop this before I stun you."
"I'm not
fighting back," he said. Donnelley punched and kicked at him with great
skill. He blocked her hits or took them when necessary. His face was
bruised and he favored one leg, but he never attacked.
"Ensign
Donnelley," Tuvok said, "I will not permit this."
She continued
to fight. Tuvok fired a phaser between them. When that failed, he shot
her leg. She dropped with a yell.
The captain
tapped her badge. "Security–" she began.
"No!"
Donnelley said. "You can't do that. Tuvok, starlight protocol, code
winslow eight-one-five. I commandeer this ship."
"Your code is
correct," Tuvok said, "But I will not permit this. You do not operate
with the approval of Starfleet. Mister Keegan was correct."
"What?" she
said.
Keegan threw
the comm badge to Tuvok.
"You son of a
bitch," Donnelley said.
"Mister Tuvok,"
the captain said with a little sarcasm, "Could I have an explanation?"
"They are
called Section Thirty-One."
"No!"
Donnelley said. "You are not permitted to discuss this."
"They tried to
recruit me out of the Academy. I declined, but duty prevented me from
revealing them," he said. "They are Starfleet's espionage division. I do
not know why they want Mister Keegan, but they are not autonomous. They
cannot take him without Starfleet approval."
"Why is she on
my ship?" Janeway said.
"Most
starships, especially the long range exploration vessels, have one
operative in the crew. As Security Chief, I was made aware of certain
commands. If a crewmember gave me those commands, I was required to
allow him or her to complete one action without interference. After
that, the crewmember would be immediately transferred."
"You are in
violation of numerous Starfleet security directives," Donnelley said.
"You'll be stripped of duty. And he" She pointed at Keegan. "is guilty
of removing hardwired security commands from Voyager's computer system."
She turned to Phil. "You're out of Starfleet no matter the results of
your trial."
"I'm certain
the new charges will be added to the list," Tuvok said. "However, if
this is not sanctioned by Starfleet Command, both of us will be cleared
of the charges."
"Ensign
Donnelley," the captain said, "You will return to your duties in
maintenance until I speak with Starfleet. You will be monitored. Those
hardwired commands will not be put back unless I receive a direct order
from Admiral Paris. You will not be allowed near Mister Keegan or any of
the shuttles. I will maintain your anonymity, but this is my ship. You
will not supersede my authority again."
"My orders–"
"Are
irrelevant," the captain said. "Everyone has made sacrifices because of
the Delta Quadrant. This is one of yours. Disobey my commands, and I
will put you in the brig. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"No one will
record this incident." the captain said. Donnelley nodded. "Mister Tuvok,
escort Mister Keegan to his new quarters."
"Yes,
Captain," he said.
"Mister
Keegan," the captain said. "These grandiose performances of yours are
growing tiresome. Could you try to avoid them?"
"I will do my
best, sir."
"I can't ask
for more than that."
* * *
One month
later, as Philip Keegan sat at his computer composing a new paper, the
intercom chimed. "Lieutenant, you have a visitor," a guard said. "Step
away from the door."
Without
looking up, he replied, "I am."
The door slid
open, and a security officer stepped in with his rifle raised. He aimed
the rifle at Keegan, waited to see if the eugenic would move, then
nodded to someone outside. Admiral Kathryn Janeway walked into the room,
crossed to a chair and sat down. The security officer, phaser still
aimed at Keegan, stepped back, and the door closed. The admiral sat and
waited, legs crossed, until Keegan finished his paragraph.
"Admiral
Janeway?" he said, turning to her. "Admiral. What can I do for you?"
With age, the
natural gravel of her voice had turned to a rasp. But, it still held all
of its strength. "It's good to see you again, Phil."
"Am I dead?"
"No. You were
in prison."
"I lost?"
"Yes. You were
discharged and imprisoned for ten years."
"Am I out?"
"No," she
said. "You were granted a special pardon after five years. I haven't
seen you since."
"Section
Thirty-One," he said. She nodded. "I must have been very desperate."
"You loved
Starfleet. In five years, you became my Chief Science Officer. Leslie
Willis stepped aside so fast, I thought she hurt something. You served
well. I promoted you to Lieutenant Commander. Every last one of us
testified for you, those two out there included. It didn't mean a damn
thing."
Phil shrugged.
"They had more time to prepare their case."
"That wasn't
it. You always told me you had an ace in the hole, but you were afraid
to use it."
"Not afraid,
Admiral, I'm not sure it would be right for a Starfleet officer to do
something like that."
"You never
told me what it was," she said.
"I don't think
you'd like it."
"I hate it
when you say that."
He felt the
need to chuckle. "I'm proud of my counterpart. I'm glad he didn't use
it."
"He couldn't,"
she said. He tilted his head at her. "We were still five years from
home. We were in the Alpha Quadrant but not close." She sighed around
the memories. "The Borg attacked the Federation. Starfleet ordered you
into Astrometrics. We set up a replicator, a bathroom, a shower, a bed,
everything for you. You were there for a month without communication.
Just you and Pathfinder. When you walked out, you told me you were going
to prison. The next thing we heard, the Borg had been defeated. The
Federation was safe. When we returned home, they took you into custody
before the celebration even began." She scowled at her memories now. "It
was your ace, wasn't it?" He nodded. "You said you'd tell me one day.
Why did the Federation abandon its savior?"
"They didn't.
I don't know how to defeat the Borg. My counterpart did his duty, as a
good Starfleet officer. I'm sure he knew the consequences. And Starfleet
Command did their duty, as they saw it. I'm actually glad. It's good to
know I progressed that far. I do thank you for the warning about Section
Thirty-One and their special pardon."
"It will be
different this time," she said. "The Borg haven't attacked. You still
have your ace."
"Yes, and I
must make the choice to use it or not. I must decide what is right for a
Starfleet officer."
"You were the
best Science Officer I ever had. That should tell you what's right."
"Unfortunately, I don't have my counterpart's years of service to draw
on. I'm still struggling with the question."
"Your admiral
is ordering you," she said.
He smiled. "My
admiral is also breaking the Temporal Prime Directive. Maybe you didn't
make me better. Maybe I made you worse."
"Oh, god," she
said with a laugh. "I hate it when you do that. Promise me one thing,
promise me you'll tell her one day."
"I promise."
"You'll be
getting out of here. They need your help to install the new systems."
"No, they
don't."
"They do if I
say so."
"Yes,
Admiral."
"And, Phil,"
she said, standing. "If I don't see you again, I enjoyed working with
you."
"Thank you,
Kathryn. I enjoyed most of my time on Voyager."
She called to
the guard and left.
* * *
Lisa Hununga
stared down the short length of the Jefferies tube and watched Phil
laughing over his work. "What are you laughing at?" she asked.
"I'm sorry. I
can't say."
Lisa turned
back to her work. "Written any papers?" she said.
"A few." Phil
removed a shield control unit and replaced it with the upgraded design.
"I want to
read them." Lisa pulled out a gel pack, injected a circuitry upgrade and
replaced it.
"I'll send
them to you." Phil replaced a panel, removed another and began
disconnecting another shield control.
"You owe me
dinner."
He stopped his
work and inched around in the Jefferies tube. "You're right, I do."
"B'Elanna said
you cook." Lisa continued working, never looking at him.
"Yes." He
turned back.
"My mother
made a very good sayyadiya."
"I know a
recipe. I'll have to replicate the ingredients."
"Officer's
Mess at eighteen-hundred."
"That may be
difficult," he said.
"I'll speak to
the captain."
He sighed.
"I'll be there."
They crawled
out of the Jefferies tube to a waiting security officer.
"I have him,"
the officer said. "Jefferies tube three, hatch b. Now moving to hatch
d."
"Proceed,"
Tuvok replied over the comm.
Lisa stopped
the officer. "Lieutenant Munro," she said.
"Lieutenant
Hununga," the officer replied.
"Lieutenant
Keegan is preparing a dinner at eighteen hundred hours. Would you join
us?"
"I would be
pleased to," Munro said.
"Very good,"
Lisa said.
"If you will
proceed to hatch d?" Munro replied and gestured them on. Lisa nodded and
followed close to Phil.
Four hours
later, Phil distributed the plates of fish and rice, and Lisa poured the
wine. The small clutch of diners in the otherwise empty messhall waited
with eagerness. Lieutenant Commander Tuvok and four of his security
officers watched with phasers in hand.
"It's not how
my mother made it," Lisa commented, sitting at her plate.
"It's my
sister's recipe," Phil replied.
"Was she a
scientist, too?" Leslie Willis asked.
"No, a
writer."
"That was
true?" Munro said. Phil laughed and nodded.
"May I read
her work?" Jessica said.
"After the
trial," he replied.
"Not much
longer now," Tom said.
Leslie
groaned. "Oh god, I have to tell my mother I'm married to a Maquis."
"You didn't
tell her yet?" Jessica asked.
"It's not that
easy," Leslie said. "She's a commodore."
"You told me
you told her."
Leslie raised
her eyebrows and looked for help.
"So, Phil,"
Lisa said. "What was your childhood like? We know so little about your
people."
"The genetic
engineers didn't think our development stopped with birth. We spent our
childhood learning everything they could teach us."
"Wasn't that
difficult?" Tadao said. "Not to have a childhood?"
"We didn't
know anything different," Phil replied. "But I don't regret it. I still
learn everything I can. Now I have a galaxy of knowledge around me."
"How many
papers did you write back then?" Jessica asked.
"One hundred
and thirty. Seventy-two were published by others. The remainder are
still in archive. I also encoded twenty-six other papers into the
written works." Phil smiled. "We liked codes."
"I hated your
people," Tom said. "My mother's great-grandfather loved his captain. His
anger stayed with my family."
"I'm sorry
about Astrometrics, Tom. I shouldn't have done that."
"You're
right," he said. "You shouldn't. What the hell. Family forgives."
Phil turned
away from that comment.
"What was he
like?" B'Elanna asked and touched her stomach. "My daughter's ancestor?"
"A sick
bastard like most of them. He told me he dated human women as a hobby.
He died early in the war." Phil took a sip of wine. "He was an
electrical and mechanical engineer and built the world's first
production model hydrogen fuel cell car."
"Llawdden
Roche?" Tom said. "I didn't know he was a eugenic. Or that we were
related."
"What about
the other batches?" Tadao said. "Were they all like Khan? I mean, I'm
trying to understand why you are like you. I want to be ready when I
testify."
"I can't give
you your answers, Tadao," Phil replied.
Tadao shook
his head. "I need to understand you, so I can evaluate you, Phil," he
said. Some of the others nodded at the statement.
"We're going
to testify, Phil," Lisa said. "We need to know what we're talking
about."
"I'm not sure
if that's a good idea for you, Lisa," he replied.
"Why not?" she
said.
"I don't want
them turning you into another Marla McGivers." The people at the table
stopped eating and stared at Keegan. "What?" he said.
"We don't do
that in the Federation, Phil," B'Elanna said.
"Oh," he
replied. He turned his wine glass. "I'm sorry."
"A third of
the crew has volunteered," she continued.
He raised his
eyebrows. "That many?"
"You have more
friends than you think," she said.
Jessica sipped
her wine and said, "You told the captain the eighth and ninth batches
also had emotional development." She let it hang as a question.
"Yes," Phil
said. "The eighth batch didn't turn out well. They were mad geniuses. A
hundred Fermis that seemed to be everywhere all the time. Only three of
them survived to the Trials. One of them apologized for taking up
everyone's time."
"That guy?"
Tadao said.
Phil nodded.
"Batch nine may have been the worst of them. They believed they were
superior, but they were cautious. They picked their battles. Khan took
only one batch nine with him. That didn't surprise me. Those two were
always close. That war would have turned out very differently if Khan
had been one of them." His voice began to fade and his eyes drifted to
the gold distortions in his glass. "My batch did the best they could."
"Were they all
like you?" Munro asked.
"No. My sister
Gescilene was the best of us."
"What did she
design?" Leslie asked.
Phil shook his
head. "Nothing. She was an emergency room surgeon. She saved hundred of
unimportant lives, often waiving her fee. She helped anyone she could."
He sighed. "She would have understood your world much better than I do.
She would be so much a part of you now, you wouldn't care where she came
from." He lifted his head. "She died six weeks after the probe took me."
He returned to his food.
"I hate to say
this," Munro asked, "but what was Khan really like?"
Phil's face
solidified and he bent the fork in his hand. People stopped their
movements, tried to be quiet. They watched Phil reach out and carefully
set the twisted utensil on the table.
"He was a man
who knew how to be loved," Phil replied.
They finished
eating in silence. Everyone carried their dishes to the kitchen except
Phil. Lisa took his. With the meal ended, he was required to remain
visible to the guards. Tuvok ordered Phil to one of the doors. Lisa
followed at a respectable distance. The guards at the door did not move.
"I don't
believe any of it," the closest said.
"I'm sorry,"
Keegan replied.
Tuvok said,
"Ensign, step aside."
The officer
didn't turn. "The Nobel Committee is considering asking my family to
return the medal."
"I'm sorry,"
Keegan said again.
"What gives
you the right?" the ensign asked.
"Ensign,"
Tuvok said. "You will step aside."
The officer
stepped back, and Keegan continued on.
As Phil
passed, the second officer said, "You're just like him."
Phil turned so
fast, only Tuvok could follow the motion. Keegan took the officer by the
tunic and shoved him against the bulkhead, screaming, "I am NOTHING like
Khan Noonian Singh!"
Lisa and the
rest of the Science Department crew stepped back. Munro drew her phaser,
and Tom pushed his wife behind him. Tuvok and the other security raised
their weapons. Only Tuvok breathed normally.
"Lieutenant,"
someone said from the door.
"What the fuck
do you want?!" Phil turned sharply and closed his eyes with a sigh. "My
apologies, Captain."
"Put Ensign
Kruger down," she said.
"I'm not
holding him in the air."
"Then let go
of him." she replied. Phil complied. "Thank you. I believe your dinner
break is over."
"Yes, sir."
"If everyone
has eaten," she said, "Everyone should return to their duties. I don't
believe we have the time for more recreational activities." She turned
to Tuvok. "I'll have a moment alone with the lieutenant."
"Yes, sir,"
Tuvok said and followed the others out.
"I'm sorry,
Captain," Keegan said.
"I don't
pretend to understand you, Mister Keegan. This is not easy on anyone."
She watched him. "Not on any of us. I need to know something. We are
about to enter a most difficult area. I need my best pilot."
Phil sighed.
"Your people never understood that. I am better than you in a lot of
ways, but I am not better at everything. Khan would say that. I know I'm
imperfect. Tom is your best pilot."
"Thank you,
Lieutenant. I believe you." She stepped to the door and called for Tuvok.
Two new officers led Keegan away. What was it her counterpart said about
him? Too much and not enough. Damn it.
* * *
STARDATE 55059.01: Two Months Before
The Trial
Anzhelika
Ponomarev graduated third in her class. She held degrees in law and
history. She surged to the rank of Commander early and held it, refusing
captaincy or higher and the judicial positions those ranks offered.
Early in her career, she selected the defense chair. Her superiors
complimented her decision, as her medals showed. When Voyager returned,
and the announcement was made of the eugenic's trial, she condemned the
actions of Starfleet and called for the immediate dismissal of Keegan.
Admiral Chauhan approached her personally for the defense. To convince
her, he provided records of her husband. He, and by extension her son,
were descended from a eugenic. According to Keegan's information, he was
a fifth batch named Borritz. She shouted, she screamed, she pulled away
from her husband's touch. Her husband took one of her medals from its
display and threw it to her. Excellence in the Service of Truth. She
took the job.
She entered
his cell and shook his hand briefly. "Lieutenant Keegan, my name is
Commander Anzhelika Ponomarev. I will be your defense attorney."
"Commander, it
will be pleasure working with you, but I prefer to defend myself. I will
need your help as co-counsel, though."
She raised her
eyebrows. "You speak Russian, and very well."
"I speak
seventeen languages, average by the standards of my family," he
continued in Russian. "The Universal Translator is wonderful, but I miss
the variety of voice."
"I admit," she
said, "It's nice to use the native tongue once in a while. I don't
recommend defending yourself, though."
"You can't
know my case as well as I do."
"I know
Federation law."
"So do I," he
said. "I learn quickly. Seven years was more than enough."
"Well, I can't
stop you." She removed several PADDs from a briefcase. She tossed them
to him across the length of the cell, describing each in turn. "Here is
a list of your charges with all pertinent references. Here is a list of
possible witnesses. This is a complete account of the statutes you've
described along with a list of cases involving each. Some of the cases
are more recent than Voyager's memory."
"Starfleet
transmitted a lot of this information in a large block," he said. "I'm
sure this is complete. I will go over it later. I need to talk to you
now."
"About what?"
"For one
thing, you're cowering from me. You can step closer. I won't hurt you."
"It takes a
little getting used to."
"If you are
afraid to sit next to me, it will weaken my case."
She stepped
closer and sat down on the cot. "I am a Starfleet officer. I will do my
duty."
"Thank you."
"As your
co-counsel, I recommend you take a deal. I've seen their offer. It's
very generous."
"No. I will
not be moved from this."
"Philip," she
said, forcing the word, "It is not in your best interest. They will
imprison you. You have admitted to your crimes."
"I have been
reprimanded for some of them already."
"They have
taken that into account. But, this isn't your century. Double Jeopardy
doesn't work the same way. We don't reward deceiving the court. They
won't include those charges, but they will consider your actions when
determining your sentence."
"I know this."
"Mister
Keegan–"
"Lieutenant."
"What?"
"Always call
me 'Lieutenant Keegan'," he told her. "I want them to remember I am an
officer."
"Of course,"
she said. "You need to know, the tribunal will consist of admirals
currently serving on the Federation Council."
He whistled.
"They want this done right. I didn't realize I warranted that amount of
attention."
"I'll assume
you want the prosecution to proceed first."
"No. I'll go
first."
She shook her
head. "Even in your day, they recognized the benefit of presenting
second."
"That's not
the case here. I know what the prosecution will do. I know what parts of
my past they will discuss. I need to prove my humanity to the tribunal
before the prosecution can show me as a devil. If I don't cushion the
blow, I'm lost."
"Your past is
that bad?" she said. "Of course your past is that bad. What have you
done?"
"Much of it
falls under the protection of war. I was responding to attacks from
others. My batch did as little as possible to help the other eugenics. I
also need to show the contributions we made."
She winced. "A
lot of people are upset by what you've revealed."
"It doesn't
matter what the general population thinks. The tribunal will view it
correctly."
"Your
unpublished papers have been pulled out of archive."
"Good," he
said.
"Some of the
ideas were published by others."
"Those
scientists are innocent. It's a case of simultaneous discovery."
"Good. I'll
make that information public." She took a slow breath. "I am required to
inform you that you are not allowed to mention Section Thirty-One."
"I
understand."
"They also
guarantee Section Thirty-One cannot approach you."
"Or abduct
me."
"Yes. And,
they recommend that you continue to use your telepathic shield." She
picked up a PADD. "Now that we have that out of the way, what do you
need me to do?"
"I have a list
of witnesses."
"I'll get
them. A third of Voyager's crew has offered to testify."
"That's more
than I expected."
"Admiral
Janeway's testimony will carry particular weight."
"Admiral? From
captain? That's impressive."
"Starfleet
promoted about half the crew. Most of the Maquis had their honorary rank
made official."
"That's good
to know."
"I need to
know this," she said. "How much like Khan are you?"
"That is a
very good question. I am more like him than I want. I have spent the
last seven years trying to change that. But we were raised the same way.
That can be difficult to overcome."
"The
prosecution will use that."
"So will I,"
he said. "Please be ready for it."
She lowered
the PADD. "It would be best if I knew more."
"Not in this
case."
"Very well,
but don't lie to me. Ever. I will quit if you do."
"I can accept
that," he replied.
She searched
through the PADDs, finally finding the one she needed. "Are these all
the contributions of the other eugenics?"
"No," he said.
"Some of them will be more difficult to take. I want to reveal those
during the trial."
"The
prosecution will contest admissibility without some prior disclosure."
"It's not the
prosecution that worries me," he told her. "Some people will try to
suppress the information or hide the evidence. I can't allow that."
"Why would
they do that?"
"I've received
more than a hundred letters demanding I recant my authorship of the
Unclaimed Thesis. One of them was signed by two-thirds of the Daystrom
Institute's Physics Department. Some of the other information has a
greater following."
"Like what?"
"My sister's
novels, for one. She wrote two-hundred and twenty-six of them."
"Wow. That's
the same as – No!"
"Her
daughter."
"That can't
be. She was born in twenty-thirty-four."
"She was the
daughter of two batch ten eugenics. She had a three-hundred year
lifespan. She published the novels under her mother's name. In her
original 'life' she worked as a literary historian. She also published
her father's symphonies, claiming–"
"They belonged
to her brother." Anzhelika lowered her head to her hand. "God. No wonder
her books were so dark. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."
"Don't worry."
He let the information sink into her before continuing. "The event in
'Diary of a Child's Moment' was real."
"What?" Her
voice wavered.
"It all
happened, just as she described it."
All she could
say was, "Oh."
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