Bashir and Tenmei clash over her father, while Matthias hears post-war horror stories...
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DS9 Season 13 - 'Typhon Pact'
20 Feb 2021 Updated:
20 Feb 2021
1. Teaser by lvsxy808
2. Act One by lvsxy808
3. Act Two by lvsxy808
4. Act Three by lvsxy808
5. Act Four by lvsxy808
6. Act Five by lvsxy808
7. Meanwhile... by lvsxy808
1 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE
A distinctly damaged Excelsior-class ship is just docking at an upper pylon - the USS Tecumseh NCC-14934.
Station log, Commander Ro Laren
recording. The starship Tecumseh
has just docked at the station.
They’ve been performing clean-up
and rescue ever since the Borg
invasion, and this is their first
chance for a rest in weeks.
2 INT. DS9 - HABITAT RING CORRIDOR
Counsellor MATTHIAS walks down the corridor, not exactly thrilled.
Unfortunately, it means that at
least one of my senior staff will
be getting no rest for a while.
Matthias reaches a certain door, taps the control to open it, and walks on through into...
3 INT. DS9 - MATTHIAS FAMILY QUARTERS (CONTINUOUS)
...last seen in 10x07 “Instinct”. Her husband, SIBIAS, is just tidying away the dinner plates into the replicator. He sees that she is exhausted, comes to hold her.
Hi, hun. Bad day?
(nod to replicator)
Did you only just finish dinner?
I only just finished cleaning up
after dinner. The actual eating
was several hours ago. The
kids are in bed already.
As they move into the room to relax on the couch...
Oh, I’m sorry. I hate missing out
on family dinner. I guess I just
lost track of time.
I don’t mind for my own sake. I
just worry about you working all
these late nights. Is it anything
you can talk about?
The Tecumseh? Just docked?
I saw it approach out the window.
It looked in pretty bad shape.
Yeah well, they were assigned to
Coridan during the invasion. The
only ship to survive the attack,
so not only are they filled with
their own traumatised crew, they
also took on survivors from the
ships that weren’t so lucky.
So now they’re coming to you
Most of our refugees have moved
down to Bajor, so now it’s the
officers’ turn, I guess.
Why can’t the Tecumseh’s own
counsellor handle it? You have
your own crew to take care of.
The Tecumseh’s counsellor is dead.
Oh... was it the Borg?
Indirectly, I suppose. Doctor
T’Haro... was killed by one of her
own patients three weeks ago.
Don’t worry, that’s not one of the
patients they need me to counsel
- he’s in the brig under sedation.
But there are a lot of others who
could use a professional’s help.
Okay... but please take care of
I’ll do my best...
Sibias pulls her against his chest, lets her relax...
4 INT. DS9 - TENMEI’S QUARTERS - BEDROOM
BASHIR stands over the prone figure of VAUGHN, who remains unmoving on the bed surrounded by life support machines. Bashir is scanning him, comparing the readings to those on the machines. TENMEI stands back, observing.
After a moment, Bashir concludes his scans, puts away his medical kit, and turns to Tenmei.
I’m sorry, Lieutenant. I believe
there is little to no chance of
your father ever regaining
consciousness. For that matter,
of improving in any way from
the condition he’s in right now.
Believe? You don’t know for sure?
I know to the extent of my ability
to know these things.
Thank you, Doctor. If you don’t
mind, it’s time for his bed bath.
Nodding his acceptance of that, Bashir moves towards the door to exit. But before he reaches it, he turns back...
Prynn... I know I’ve said this
before. But I really think it’s
time you try to accept that
your father isn’t coming back.
What do you mean?
It’s my medical opinion that there
is nothing to be done for Captain
Vaughn, and nothing to be gained.
Tenmei stares the doctor down, forcing him to say what he is trying not to say out loud.
I think it’s time to turn off the
life support... and let him go.
Don’t be ridiculous.
I’m serious, Prynn. As primary
physician, I cannot support
dragging this out any further.
It does neither of you any good.
Tenmei calmly steps forward, considering her response.
Let me be clear, Doctor. If you
come anywhere near my father with
that attitude, he won’t be the one
needing life support. I am the
next of kin, it’s my decision, and
I’ve made it. Now please leave.
Very well. But you should know
I will make it clear in my report
that your decision is not in the
best interests of my patient, and
I fully intend to challenge it.
Bashir turns and EXITS. Tenmei hardens...
Lieutenant Tenmei to Commander
Ro. I need to see you immediately.
END OF TEASER
5 INT. DS9 - COMMANDER’S OFFICE
RO stands leaning against her desk...
A legal challenge?
Tenmei and Bashir stand before her, both firm and upright, both equally determined.
That’s right. As Chief Medical
Officer of Deep Space Nine, it is
my considered opinion that there
is no more to be done for Captain
Vaughn, and he should be taken
off life support and allowed to die.
And as his only surviving relative
I want your support in preventing
Doctor Bashir from...
...pulling my father’s plug.
Ro pauses to figure out how to handle this delicately. She sympathises, but...
Prynn, Julian is the actual doctor
here. I’m inclined to trust his
judgement in medical matters.
But... Prynn is also correct that
if the actual patient is incapable
of giving consent, next of kin has
the right to make that decision.
Yes, you’ve successfully restated
exactly what we both just said.
I’ll let that pass considering the
emotion of the moment, Lieutenant.
But I’m not really sure what it is
you’re asking me to do here...
I’m asking you to allow me to
override Lieutenant Tenmei’s
familial authority and act in a
manner I judge as most medically
appropriate for my patient.
And I’m saying that if you want
to fight me for that authority,
Doctor, I’ll give you all the
fight you want.
Ro walks around her desk, stressed already. After a moment, she leans across her desk towards them.
Is there not some way you
can figure this all out between
yourselves? There is quite a lot
going on, if you hadn’t noticed.
They glance at each other, and back to Ro. They have been fighting a while already, and she is their last resort.
Fine. But we have no lawyers or
JAG officers on the station, and
with the way the galaxy is right
now, I doubt we’ll get one out
here any time soon.
You’re the station commander.
It’s within your authority to settle
a dispute between two of your
Alright. Let me talk to Commander
Evik, and I’ll get back to you.
Dismissed, for now.
Bashir and Tenmei both turn and leave, clearly still cold with each other. Ro hangs her head...
6 INT. DS9 - SECURITY OFFICE
Lt Cmdr EVIK reads his main desk screen - a criminal report on the Ferengi trader SEKKI, as seen in 13x07. With it is a Starfleet security order with the headline ALL STARFLEET VESSELS AND INSTALLATIONS TO PLEASE BE AWARE.
He spots someone walking towards his office and the door OPENS, and he instantly switches the display. But when he sees that it is only Commander Ro, he relaxes again.
Ah, Commander. I was going to
contact you soon, actually.
Why, what’s happened?
I just received this order from
Starfleet Security. It’s gone
out to all posts, apparently.
He brings the report back and welcomes her around the desk to look at it. She peers over his shoulder...
Sekki... Wanted for questioning
regarding suspected fraud and
sabotage. Do we know her?
There’s no record of her ever
coming aboard the station. But
that doesn’t mean she won’t
at some point in the future.
Interesting... Quark mentioned in
passing that Captain Dax called
him a couple of weeks ago to get
him to track down some Ferengi
financial records to do with a
case they were investigating.
I wonder if it’s connected.
Should we speak to the Ambassador?
No, not yet. It says to keep this
discreet, and Quark’s mouth can be
bigger than his ears sometimes. He
might tip someone off without even
meaning to. Let’s just increase
checks on anyone coming aboard.
Understood, Commander. I’ll issue
modified orders to the teams.
Oh I’m sorry, I just launched on
top of you there the moment you
came in. Did you need something?
Actually yeah - Doctor Bashir and
Lieutenant Tenmei have dropped a
grenade in my lap. They’re arguing
over whether to continue care for
Captain Vaughn or not, and they
want me to decide for them.
A delicate situation to be sure.
How can I help?
Some advice to start with. I’ve
never had to manage this kind
of dispute, not as a commander.
And... you’re worried you’re not
up to the task?
I am not blessed with diplomatic
expertise, Nath. But I have served
under at least one captain who
was, and I was thinking of trying
to live up to his example.
(is that okay?
she smiles yes)
...you really need to start having
some confidence in yourself. It
sounds as if this captain, whoever
he was, would be proud of you.
He always seemed to be. I could
never really understand why.
I could tell you.
Ro smiles shyly...
7 INT. DS9 - COUNSELLOR’S OFFICE
Last seen 11x01 “Systems Under Repair”. Matthias sits calmly and patiently in the informal couch area while a Latino human male, Lt FANTOMOS, paces around the room...
It just doesn’t make sense. Sixty-
three billion? It can’t be right.
I’m afraid it’s the truth, Mister
Fantomos. You’re not the only
one to have trouble getting your
head around the sheer scale -
No, I mean it can’t be right. I
don’t believe it. Someone’s lying
to us. There’s no way that many
people could just... die.
Why would someone lie about it?
What would they have to gain?
I don’t know. But they must be.
There’s no other explanation...
CUT TO a different session, as now another human male, CPO JAGO, older and portly, sits in one of the chairs...
It was just a broken leg! But
because I was in sickbay, I was
the only one not on deck when
my entire repair crew got blown
out through a hull breach.
Survivor’s guilt can be a very
powerful thing, Mister Jago.
But it’s so pathetic! While they
were all doing their jobs, I was
laid up because I can’t climb
down a Jeffries Tube ladder like
any five-year-old. It wasn’t
even broken in battle!
Accidents happen. And just because
you suffered from bad luck or bad
timing, doesn’t mean you should
accept responsibility for bad things
happening to other people.
CUT TO a third session, where a Triexian female in security yellow, Lt Cmdr KARA NA MIIN, shifts awkwardly in a chair not designed to accommodate her three legs.
KARA NA MIIN
I’m just exhausted, Counsellor.
I’m not equipped to handle this.
I think a lot of us are feeling
the same way, Commander Na Miin.
KARA NA MIIN
But a lot of us weren’t thrust
into commanding a starship only
six years out of the Academy.
I wasn’t even the first officer.
I read your after-action report...
KARA NA MIIN
Eight Borg cubes coming right for
us. The XO gets vaporised in front
of my eyes, and then Captain Tando
has a complete mental breakdown
in full view of the entire bridge.
But you did it. You took command
in the worst situation imaginable,
saved a hundred-million lives on
Coridan, led the Tecumseh through
weeks of rescue and recovery with
not a moment’s break, and did it
all from a captain’s chair that’s
not even designed for a Triexian.
The little joke has its intended effect - Na Miin smiles and allows her wriggling, uncomfortable body to relax.
So... if you should find yourself
thinking you’re not ready for
command, try to think instead of
what you accomplished even despite
not being ready for command. And
of what other triumphs you might
be capable in the future.
KARA NA MIIN
Thank you, Counsellor. But I’m
just keeping that uncomfortable
chair warm for Captain Tando.
Matthias tries to cover her worries about that...
CUT TO a fourth session, this one featuring the Trill male TANDO - the Tecumseh’s captain, but currently wearing little more than a hospital smock.
As Matthias leans forward to try to connect with him, Tando sits silently throughout, staring blankly, mouth open.
Captain Tando... I understand if
you don’t want to talk about what
you’ve experienced. Commander
Na Miin’s report said that you had
had several counselling sessions
with Doctor T’Haro before...
(she was murdered)
...coming to Deep Space Nine. And
you didn’t speak a word in any of
them. But I want you to know that
you’re in a safe place here. The
invasion is over, the Borg are gone,
and to the extent that winning
was possible, we did so.
No reaction from Captain Tando. She might as well be talking to herself...
I think we did, anyway.
END OF ACT ONE
8 INT. DS9 - WARD ROOM
RO sits centred at the conference table, looking out at the space beyond the windows, worried but professional. She taps a control on the padd before her on the table...
Commander Ro Laren, commanding
officer Deep Space Nine, stardate
58963-point-2. This log serves
as the official record of this legal
proceeding, between Lieutenant
Commander Julian Bashir, chief
medical officer Deep Space Nine -
She looks to her left, where BASHIR sits at one end of the table... then to her right, where TENMEI sits at the other.
- and Lieutenant Prynn Tenmei,
senior pilot Deep Space Nine
and USS Defiant.
She looks back out of the windows, daunted by the prospect. Despite the emotions involved, she has to keep this tight.
The subject of this proceeding is
Captain Elias A Vaughn, formerly
of the USS James T Kirk, and the
continuation or otherwise of his
medical support following extreme
injury in the field.
Before we begin, let me say that
I intend for this to be a relatively
informal process, but I will not
let it fall into chaos. Emotions
are bound to be high, but please
don’t let them get out of control.
Alright, enough jabber. Doctor
Bashir, please present your
Bashir takes a deep breath, maintains professionalism... but can’t quite look Tenmei in the eye. Tenmei, on the other hand, cannot take her dagger glare off Bashir.
Thank you, Commander. As Captain
Vaughn’s physician, any decisions
regarding his medical status are
my responsibility. However, those
decisions have been blocked by
Lieutenant Tenmei. While I respect
and acknowledge the lieutenant’s
depth of feeling, I ask the court
to reaffirm my authority in all
medical matters on this station.
Lieutenant, your statement please.
Tenmei also remains calm, but her choice of words is deliberate and pointed.
I acknowledge Doctor Bashir’s
medical authority. I do not,
however, acknowledge the Doctor’s
implied claim that he knows my
father’s interests better than his
daughter does. As Captain Vaughn’s
next of kin, end of life decisions
are mine to make, and I do not
intend to give up that power.
The tension in the room is clear, but Ro carries on...
Thank you both. Now, I have asked
Lieutenant Commander Evik Nath
to provide some legal background.
Mister Evik, we’re ready for you.
A moment, then the door opens and EVIK enters. Ro directs him to the seat across the table from her. He sits.
Thank you, Commander. A founding
principle of the Federation is that
each member world be free to
govern its citizens however it
sees fit. Beyond certain obvious
exceptions - murder, for example
- the Federation prefers not to
regulate its members too closely.
So what effect does that have on
Uncertain. My research has found a
roughly equal number of worlds who
would favour the medical officer’s
authority in this situation, to those
who would favour the next of kin’s.
Therefore, we cannot rely on legal
prevalence or precedence to decide
this case for us.
Understood, thank you, Commander.
Please remain, if you don’t mind.
My first question is to ascertain
the accuracy of Doctor Bashir’s
prognosis. Doctor, it’s correct that
you were actually the second
medical officer to examine Captain
Vaughn and declare him brain dead?
That’s correct. The first was Doctor
Ibelna of the USS Venture.
Plus we have after-action reports
from Commander Rogeiro, Lieutenant
Magrone, and Nurse Ni-Jalikreii, all
of the USS James T Kirk. Are those
reports consistent with your and
Doctor Ibelna’s findings?
Yes. They describe a catastrophic
injury that resulted in complete
lack of brain activity...
Bashir and Ro continue to speak MOS, but we focus on TENMEI as she observes...
And then I had to sit there for
what felt like hours...
9 INT. DS9 - TENMEI’S QUARTERS - LIVING ROOM
Tenmei sits in the armchair in her quarters...
...while Ro and Bashir wrote my
father off as not worth saving.
CANDLEWOOD passes her a pink frothy drink from the tray he has just carried from the replicator. He passes another to NOG (sat in another chair), a third to HETIK on the sofa, then settles in next to Hetik with his own. Over this:
I seriously doubt that’s what they
were doing, Prynn. You know Bashir
would do anything if he could.
Prynn goes to sip from her drink, but pauses...
This isn’t going to explode in my
face again, is it?
No exploding drinks tonight. I
am capable of reading the room,
believe it or not. Occasionally.
It’s been at least two weeks since
I was last publicly humiliated.
You know what that is? Growth.
Candlewood CHINKS his drink to Hetik’s. Tenmei sips hers.
So what did you say?
I didn’t, really. I asked for a
recess. We start again tomorrow
morning. Look, you guys are my
friends, okay? So give me some
advice. Nog, what would you do?
Honestly, I’m not sure. But I can
tell you that on Ferenginar, it
would be all down to the money.
If you can afford the treatment,
then you get the treatment, no
matter how pointless it is. And
if you can’t afford it...
That’s kinda heartless.
But that’s the point. Making it
all about money is the only way
to take your emotions out of it.
Jewish law forbids a doctor from
doing anything to hasten anyone’s
death. But... you also shouldn’t
forcibly extend their life. It’s
only God’s place to give or take
a life, not man’s.
I don’t know that there’s any one
specifically Bajoran perspective
on it. Bajorans will happily give
their life for a cause - we know
we’ll walk with the Prophets. But
that’s not really what this is.
Yeah well, my dad didn’t believe
in God or the Prophets. There’s
no particular religious or cultural
tradition I should be sticking to
on his behalf. It’s down to me.
Off Tenmei’s uncertainty...
10 INT. DS9 - COUNSELLOR’S OFFICE
...to Bashir sat in Counsellor Matthias’ guest chair. She is looking a little tired - it has been a long day.
...and so she’s sitting there
looking at me like I’m trying to
actively kill her father. Which is
probably exactly how she sees it.
Do you think she’s right?
The Borg killed him, not me.
This can’t be the first time you
faced a situation like this. How
did you handle it in the past?
Well... a doctor will always try
to work with the patient’s family,
help them to understand what’s
in the patient’s best interest. But
Prynn... she’s just not listening.
And how does that make you feel?
You’re suggesting I’m digging my
heels in out of pique? I promise
you that’s not it, Counsellor. I
don’t feel any guilt about my role
in this - that’s not why I’m here.
Then why are you?
I suppose because I have no-one
else to talk to about it. I can’t go
to Commander Ro, I can’t put her
in that position when she has to
So you feel like it’s just you
against Lieutenant Tenmei.
I understand what she must be
going through. And I’ve tried to
convince her with all the logical
arguments I can come up with -
Is death really a matter of
Bashir stops to think about that...
CUT TO another session, as Vulcan male SANEK sits primly in the guest seat. A civilian, over a hundred years old, grey-haired, perfectly calm and unemotional as any Vulcan.
It was not logical.
I’ve spoken to many people who
feel the same way, Mister Sanek.
The loss of life is tough to grasp,
not just for a Vulcan -
You misunderstand me, Counsellor.
The Borg’s invasion of Federation
space was not logical because it
makes no sense for the Borg to
behave in such a manner.
...I’m not sure I understand.
They achieved what Vulcans sought
for millennia, and to a degree no
Vulcan ever has - the perfect
mastery of logic over emotion.
It sounds as if you admired them.
(flash of resentment)
I did. Until they violated that
with an impulsive act of revenge
against the Federation. Revenge
is not logical. It disgusts me.
Matthias is getting worried - Sanek’s emotional control is slipping, and the Vulcan’s violent core is showing...
Mister Sanek... the Borg were an
enemy of the Federation.
Of course. That is only natural.
We deserved their enmity for our
insistence on denying their logic.
Sixty-three billion people...
deserved... to die?
Sanek shoots to his feet - Matthias flinches back.
You misunderstand again. It is...
Then what? You’re upset because
billions of people died... for the
Yes! The Borg betrayed their own
logical mandate by invading us.
You feel betrayed... by the Borg.
I trusted them. And yet in the
end... they were just as emotional
as any human.
The disgust in his voice is leaving Matthias on the verge of tears...
END OF ACT TWO
11 INT. DS9 - MATTHIAS FAMILY QUARTERS
The door opens and Matthias slumps in, shaken by what just happened. Sibias, who had been napping on the couch while he waited for her, awakes at the sound.
Are you okay? You look wrung out.
He gets up, embraces her, and leads her back to the couch.
You know what I mean. You
can’t keep going on like this.
It’s wearing you down.
It’s my job. I can’t just stop.
I get that... but what about Knezo
and Collins? Can’t they help out?
Oh, there’s enough to go around,
believe me. We’re all busy.
I know you’re not allowed to talk
about it. But you’re going to have
to find a way to get it off your
chest before it swallows you up.
I can’t. Patient confidentiality is
absolute. They could suspend my
license, and a trained counsellor
is more needed than ever right
now. Don’t worry about me.
I’m never going to not worry, hun.
She smiles tiredly, and lays her head down on his chest...
12 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE
Time passing, as we move to the next morning...
13 INT. DS9 - WARD ROOM
Tenmei sits at one end of the table, passionately facing off against Bashir. Ro and Matthias caught between them.
There is a living, breathing man
in my quarters. You can’t just
turn him off like he’s nothing.
That’s just an empty shell, kept
ticking over by machines. Think of
it as a shuttlecraft - the engines
might be in perfect condition, but
if there’s no operating system in
the computers, it will never fly.
Please don’t condescend to me,
Doctor. I do actually understand
what “brain dead” means.
I’m sorry but it doesn’t seem like
you do. Brain death is the measure
by which we declare someone to
be actually, truly dead.
Do we know for absolute certain,
without question, that removing
the life support would result in
Captain Vaughn’s death?
It can’t not. His brain is not
capable of sending the signals
to keep his vital organs
functioning on its own.
And that’s why we can’t do it. If
there is any chance to save him,
and we don’t know for sure there
isn’t, he would want to be saved.
We all know that Captain Vaughn
was fully prepared to give his life to
save others, Lieutenant. We’ve all
witnessed that on many occasions.
I don’t deny that. But that’s not
what’s going on here, is it?
You’re right, it’s not - because
that already happened in the fight
over Andor. I’m sorry, Prynn, but
to all intents and purposes, your
father is already dead.
If that’s the case, Doctor, why
have you been keeping Captain
Vaughn on life support at all?
Well, two reasons. The first was
to give myself time. I don’t know
everything, maybe someone else
could think of some way to help.
How have you pursued that option?
By correspondence with my fellow
CMOs across the Federation. It’s a
sad truth that war often results in
innovation. Perhaps one of them
came up with something on the
fly in a crisis that could save him.
And have they?
You would know if they had.
Is there any likelihood they will
Perhaps? But I can’t imagine how.
By every measure of which I am
capable, there is nothing to save.
Everything we know of Elias Vaughn
- his personality, his memories,
his likes and dislikes - is gone.
What about his soul?
Bashir and Tenmei look rather surprised at the question...
I’m a doctor, not a philosopher. I
can’t let metaphysics influence
There, at least, I can agree with
you. My father was not a religious
person. He wasn’t concerned
about his eternal soul, he just
wanted to enjoy his life.
Prynn... he was a-hundred-and-six
years old. How much life could he
have had left even in the best of
So your solution is to give up?
Assume he’d be dead soon
anyway, so no need to bother?
No. Captain Vaughn was a vital and
active man even at his age. That’s
why I believe he wouldn’t want it
dragged out. To be forced to cling
on in such a state... I don’t for a
moment think he’d want that.
Tenmei seems to consider that for a moment... Meanwhile Matthias has been drifting, distracted by her own concerns.
(jerks to attention)
I was hoping you could offer us
a psychological perspective.
In what sense?
Well, theoretically speaking, how
would you advise a patient facing
this dilemma in a session?
I would advise them to consider
the other party’s feelings.
You mean Captain Vaughn’s?
Not at all. Frankly the captain’s
feelings no longer enter into it,
beyond the two opposing parties’
desire to honour whatever they
believe those feelings to be. I’m
much more concerned with those
of us still here to see the results.
That seems a little harsh. Ro tries to soften it...
Can you clarify that, Counsellor?
I have spoken to both the doctor
and the lieutenant in the weeks
since the invasion. And without
breaking confidence, I think I can
safely say they are both suffering
from post-traumatic stress as
much as any of the rest of us.
But we weren’t the ones involved
in the fighting. We escaped that.
Yes... and so we’re the ones left
looking at the state of the galaxy
now and trying to somehow process
what happened. Whether that means
clinging to impersonal numbers to
avoid emotion, refusing to let a
loved one go despite all evidence,
or leaving behind a century of
perfect Vulcan equanimity to turn
into a borderline sociopath...
Ro, Bashir and Tenmei look confused and worried. Matthias realises she has let her own feelings slip out, and struggles to find her way back to her point...
...what I’m saying is, it’s more
important than ever that we make
an effort to sympathise with people’s
trauma, and give everyone the
time and support they need.
That was my second reason for
keeping him on life support,
even knowing it was futile...
For me? I don’t understand.
To give you time as well - time
to come to terms with what
happened. Instead I’m afraid
I’ve had the opposite effect.
The rest take that on board. Then Bashir’s combadge CHIRPS.
Richter to Doctor Bashir! Please
Richter sounds agitated and worried. Bashir looks to Ro - she nods her permission. He taps to answer...
Go ahead, Kristen.
We just got an alert here in the
Infirmary - it’s from Lieutenant
Tenmei’s quarters. The monitors
show that Captain Vaughn’s life
signs are faltering...
Tenmei shoots to her feet, Bashir not far behind. Ro taps her combadge...
Ro to Ops - is there some problem
with power in the habitat ring?
Yes! It’s that same EPS issue
again - I’m working on rerouting
it but it’ll take a second.
Major Cenn - transport Lieutenant
Tenmei and Doctor Bashir to her
Aye, Commander. Energising...
Bashir and Tenmei both disappear in the golden swirls of a Cardassian transporter beam. Ro and Matthias look at each other with worry...
END OF ACT THREE
14 INT. DS9 - TENMEI’S QUARTERS - BEDROOM
Vaughn lies unconscious on the bed where he was, but the ROOM LIGHTS are low and machines around him have no power.
An off-screen TRANSPORTER sound, and then BASHIR and TENMEI rush into the bedroom, immediately going to Vaughn. Bashir checks the machines...
Well, get them back on line.
But not getting anywhere. Another TRANSPORTER sound off-screen, but no-one notices. Bashir urgently taps his com...
Bashir to Nog - where’s that power?
Right here. Move!
NOG runs in, quickly hauls his PORTABLE POWER UNIT to the life-support array and starts yanking cables, reconnecting them to the unit as quickly as Ferengi-ly possible.
Bashir and Tenmei stagger back out of the way, where they wait anxiously, his hand on her shoulder...
RO appears in the doorway from the living room - she needs to know, but doesn’t want to intrude...
After a few tense moments, power SURGES back into the life support machines, and they all start BEEPing happily again.
Bashir immediately rushes forwards and starts scanning Vaughn’s unresponsive body with his medical tricorder...
Nog steps back, sighs with relief, comes over to Tenmei...
That should do it for now. It’ll
give me time to come up with a
more permanent solution anyway.
I want him kept on an independent
power source from this point on,
Ro nods her thanks, and Nog goes on his way.
Bashir finishes his scans, turns back to Tenmei and Ro.
No long term damage - or no more
than there was. Some slight myo-
cardial bruising caused by the
sudden restart of the machines,
but nothing I can’t fix.
Thank you, Doctor.
You see, this is exactly what I
was worried about - you getting
the choice taken away from you.
What do you mean?
I mean, would you rather he go in
a dignified way when you choose,
or have him snatched away thanks
to a random EPS conduit failure?
This wasn’t my fault. If I hadn’t
been wasting my time arguing with
you in the ward room, I would have
been here to watch out for him!
It would have made no difference.
You can’t be here twenty-six hours
a day, none of us can. At least in
the Infirmary there’d be a medical
professional on duty at all times.
So you can pull the plug behind
my back, is that it?
Alright, that’s enough!
Ro’s command voice pulls the other two up short.
Doctor, if Captain Vaughn doesn’t
need you, you’re dismissed. I’ll
see you in the morning.
Bashir gathers his things and leaves. Once Ro is certain he is gone...
Prynn, that was out of line. I don’t
know if this is all out of guilt over
the years you and your father spent
estranged, but you are not helping
your case. I will also see you in the
morning... when I give my decision.
Ro turns and leaves. Upset, Prynn slowly moves to the bed, sits, and holds her father’s hand.
15 INT. DS9 - COUNSELLOR’S OFFICE
The office door OPENS and a pleasant, fresh-faced human male Starfleet Ensign in security yellow enters. This is DMITRI NAKAHARA, and Matthias greets him with a smile.
Ensign Nakahara, come in. You’re
right on time. Take a seat.
He does. He seems pretty happy, relaxed, a far cry from the horror shows she has seen so far. Matthias relaxes too.
So what can I do for you, Ensign?
It’s nothing, really. It’s just I’ve
been feeling a little guilty about
something I did a couple of
weeks ago... I lied in an official
report to my superior.
Matthias breathes - a basic and simple case, at last.
Okay. Why did you do that?
Well, you know how Commander
Na Miin has had to step up and run
the whole ship after the XO was
killed and Captain Tando went...
well, you know.
Carry on, Ensign.
It was during the recovery and
rescue missions after the invasion
was over. There was a distress
call from one of Coridan’s moons.
Since Commander Na Miin was
busy, I led the security team down
to the surface to look for survivors.
And were there any?
(waves it off)
Oh yeah, sure - it turns out the
distress call was from a crashed
Borg ship. One of the little ones.
Seven of them. After the Caeliar
did whatever they did, they were
starting to remember themselves.
One even told me his name - Soon-
Tek Han, claimed he used to be an
engineer on the Enterprise-D.
So what did you do?
Well, I shot them on the spot, of
course. They were Borg. But I didn’t
want to worry Commander Na Miin
with it - she has enough on her
plate - so I told my security team
to stick to the story. There were
no survivors, the distress call
was just an automated beacon.
Seemed easier that way. But now
I’m wondering if I did the right
thing, convincing them to lie.
Matthias sits stunned, not quite sure she has heard right.
You... shot the survivors?
Yeah, obviously. Like I said, they
were Borg. They killed billions.
But you can’t blame the drones for
that. They were under the Queen’s
control. They needed your help.
Come to think of it, this Soon-Tek
Han guy literally said “Help me.”
As if I’m going to help a Borg.
Nakamura chuckles, rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness. Matthias is almost in tears, the horror of what Nakamura is describing made all the worse by his cheery, casual manner.
I don’t want to get my security
team in trouble, they were just
following my orders. But it’s kind
of eating at me that I made them
lie in a report - I mean, you just
don’t do that, you know?
So what do you think I should do?
Matthias is too appalled to answer...
16 INT. DS9 - SECURITY OFFICE
Evik sits in his chair as always, not working but waiting. After a moment, the main door OPENS and Matthias enters - emotionally exhausted, her eyes still red from crying.
Did you need me, Commander?
Actually I suspect you may need
me, Counsellor. Please sit.
Confused, Matthias does so.
Your husband contacted me.
Is he alright? The children?
They’re all fine. But your husband
is worried about you. He thinks
you’re working yourself too hard.
(sigh, hangs head)
Look, it’s sweet of you both to be
concerned. And I admit it’s been
a tough few days. But I’m fine.
I’m sorry, Counsellor, but that is
quite evidently not true.
Even if, what can I do about it? I
can hardly talk to my own junior
counsellors, and there are no
other counsellors around to talk
to, that’s the whole problem.
So talk to me. Let me be your
counsellor. I can keep a patient’s
confidence as much as anyone.
Matthias is obviously struggling, wants to give in.
Philippa, please. Let me help.
It’s just... it caught me off guard.
I thought I’d heard it all these
last few days, but today...
An ensign from the Tecumseh...
just confessed to cold-blooded
murder in my counselling suite.
Murder? Of whom?
Some ex-Borg survivors. He killed
them without a second’s thought.
His subordinates are accessories.
But what’s worse is that I sat
there listening to him... and I
actually asked myself if he could
have been justified doing it. Was
it murder, really? Or was it just
perfectly reasonable retribution?
What do you mean?
Sixty-three billion people are
dead, Nath! Thousands of ships,
dozens of planets, entire species
wiped off the face of the galaxy.
How can I judge Nakahara, when
his job is to do precisely what he
did - protect us from the Borg?
Starfleet does not permit summary
execution of enemy soldiers, you
know that, Counsellor.
Of course I do! But there’s still a
part of me that wants to defend
what he did. How sick is that?
You’re not at fault. We’ve all been
traumatised by what happened,
and it’s natural to want to look for
explanations. But you know we
have to report this to Commanders
Ro and Na Miin.
Can we, though? What about patient
confidentiality? He doesn’t even
think he did anything wrong.
Confidentiality does not extend
to confessions of criminal activity.
It is our duty to have this young
man arrested for murder.
Matthias takes a deep breath, centres herself.
You’re right, of course you are.
No apologies necessary, Philippa.
I think the fact that you even
considered doing otherwise
speaks to your good heart.
Really? I was thinking it was a
sign of just how bad things are.
END OF ACT FOUR
17 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE
And the next morning...
18 INT. DS9 - WARD ROOM
Ro sits as the justice of this particular peace, the decision she is about to render weighing heavily on her.
To her left is Bashir, confident of his rightness. To her right Tenmei, hopeful of vindication.
Opposite are the two expert witnesses, Evik and Matthias. A good night’s sleep has helped them both.
Ro taps the padd on the table, and begins...
This meeting brings to a close the
legal proceeding between Doctor
Bashir and Lieutenant Tenmei
regarding assignment of medical
authority over Captain Vaughn.
Having spent many hours listening
to testimony of the defendants...
(nods to Bashir
...as well as to that of expert
(nods to Evik
...and spent many more hours in
private contemplation of the best
thing to do for all parties... I
have come to a decision. This
decision is not intended to have
wide application in Federation
law, or to establish any kind of
legal precedent. It applies to
this case and this case alone.
She looks to both sides, ensuring she has their attention.
One more thing... you both came to
me to make this decision for you
because you were unable to make
it for yourselves. So you will abide
by it. You already agreed to that,
and you can’t go back on it now.
In turn they all indicate their acceptance of that.
Alright, then. All of you have
made excellent and valid points,
and I have tried to take them all
into account. But I have finally
concluded that medical authority
in this case is best placed...
...with Lieutenant Tenmei.
Ro holds her hand up, forestalling any further celebration.
Not so fast, Lieutenant. You owe
Doctor Bashir thanks, as it was
actually something he said that
helped me to make that decision.
Off both Bashir and Tenmei’s confusion...
The doctor already kept Captain
Vaughn on life support longer than
he should, and it’s clear that his
compassion in doing so was not for
the captain himself, but for you.
He understood you needed time.
Tenmei swallows, taking that on board.
In many similar cases, questions of
resources would sway the decision...
but not here. Even in a post-disaster
scenario as we are, Starfleet is
capable of replicating new life-support
equipment as needed, so Captain
Vaughn’s occupation of one such
unit regardless of its long-term
effectiveness is a non-factor. In
fact, his placement in Lieutenant
Tenmei’s quarters may actually
serve as a positive, since it frees
up a bed in the Infirmary. So as
long as we can maintain power
uninterrupted, which Lieutenant
Nog assures me we can despite
the recent problems, then there is
no reason from that perspective
why Captain Vaughn cannot
remain as he is.
Ro takes a breath as she faces the worst part for her...
Finally... the part that took me
the longest to reconcile in my own
heart... was the issue of Captain
Vaughn’s own feelings. I don’t know
if he would have preferred to hang
on as long as possible, or go out
fighting. His own life gave me
evidence for both. But eventually
I was forced to accept Counsellor
Matthias’s perspective as correct,
if a little blunt. The captain’s own
feelings are ultimately less
important than those of us in the
here and now. And it’s clear that
Lieutenant Tenmei is not ready to
let her father go yet. I have my
suspicions as to her motivations
for that, but the result is the
As everyone absorbs all of this, Ro winds it up...
Hence my decision. Prynn needs
more time. And if there is no
compelling cultural, medical or
practical reason not to give it
to her, then we should do so.
This decision is recorded in the
log, stardate 58965-point-4, and
this proceeding is therefore
Ro picks up her padd and leaves, wanting to remove herself as quickly as possible. Tenmei and Bashir both get to their feet more slowly, not sure how to handle the decision.
Thank you, Doctor. Really.
Before they can both leave, Matthias speaks up...
Prynn, Julian... if either of you
need to talk, my door is open.
Thank you, Counsellor. We’ll see.
Bashir also smiles his thanks, and then they both leave. Evik and Matthias are the only ones left.
You seem to be feeling better, if
I may say so. I’m glad.
I am, Nath, thanks to you. It’s
good to have a friend to talk to
- especially when that friend can
actually do something to help.
On that subject... Commander
Na Miin is waiting for us.
Matthias nods, not especially eager to do this...
19 INT. DS9 - PROMENADE / QUARK’S BAR
Na Miin stands waiting outside the door to Quark’s Bar, as Evik exits the security office with three guards...
At your discretion, Commander.
He is your officer, after all.
KARA NA MIIN
Just another reality of command
I was not ready for. Let’s get it
She turns and ambles on her three legs into the bar, with Evik and his guards following...
As they move into the breakfast crowd, QUARK intercepts them with a big smile...
Commander! Come for your regular
morning groatcakes, I see. How
about a little syrup of squill on
Not this time, I’m afraid, Quark.
We’re here on business.
Evik pats the phaser attached to his hip. Quark blanches and steps closer to Evik.
This is my place of business, Nath.
I don’t want any trouble.
Hopefully I won’t need to give
you any. If you’ll excuse me...
At a table on the main level is Ensign Nakamura, sat and enjoying breakfast with his fellows from the security team.
KARA NA MIIN (o.s.)
The table goes quiet, and he turns to see his commander and four armed security. He is genuinely confused by this.
Commander? What’s going on?
KARA NA MIIN
Ensign, I am placing you under
arrest. Please come with us.
Arrest? What the hell for?
KARA NA MIIN
For murder, Ensign.
Overhearing from the bar, Quark drops a glass - SMASH. In the silence, Nakamura stands slowly from the table. Evik quietly pulls his phaser from its holster, but doesn’t aim.
We are prepared to use force if
necessary, Ensign. Please don’t
make it necessary.
KARA NA MIIN
(re others at
Your team are also requested to
come to security for questioning.
The others get to their feet too - some clearly know what this is about and are eager to get it off their chests.
Evik points the way, and they file out towards security, the guards surrounding Nakamura on all sides as they go.
Evik nods to Quark, then he and Na Miin EXIT too...
At the door to the security office, Counsellor Matthias waits, and watches Nakamura closely as he is led past...
20 INT. DS9 - COMMANDER’S OFFICE
A wall SCREEN shows a live image of Nakamura in a cell. Ro, Matthias, Evik and Na Miin are gathered to watch this.
KARA NA MIIN
Thank you for your help with this.
Some commander I am - I had no
idea I had a murderer on my ship.
The important thing is, he’s in
custody now. Counsellor, you did
the right thing letting us know.
Hopefully so. The most worrying
thing is, he still doesn’t seem to
understand what he’s done that’s
worth all this.
Ensign Nakamura’s desire to avenge
all those who were killed may have
been understandable, but Starfleet
officers must be held to a higher
standard, especially now.
KARA NA MIIN
I’ll make sure he gets handed over
to JAG for trial. Your testimony
may be required, Counsellor.
Of course. I’ve referred Mister
Sanek for long-term therapy too -
he hasn’t done anything criminal,
at least not yet, but his attitudes
warrant some close observation.
KARA NA MIIN
Agreed. Well, thank you all again.
Permission to depart, Commander?
Safe journey, Commander. Nath,
make sure the detainees are safely
transferred to the Tecumseh.
Evik nods his acknowledgement, and he and Na Miin head out to Ops and the turbolift. Ro and Matthias remain...
How about you, Counsellor? How
are you holding up?
I’ve been better. And that was
just one ship out of a fleet of
thousands. It’s going to be a
long while before we can put all
the pieces back together again.
Ro nods, unable to argue with that.
21 INT. DS9 - TENMEI’S QUARTERS - BEDROOM
Tenmei sits by her father’s side, while Bashir performs another scan. They are both calmer, accepting.
The myocardial bruising is healed.
No long-term damage.
You understand I’m just playing
for time, right? Holding out in
case anything turns up.
I understand. If nothing else,
it’s better to err on the side of
caution than to end the life of
someone who conceivably
could be saved in the future.
You really think there’s a chance?
Stranger things have happened.
I was thinking, Lieutenant. Maybe
we could come up with some kind
of rota. I can spend a few hours
with him, give you a break. If you
trust me to be alone with him.
I appreciate that, Doctor. John,
Nog and Jeanette already offered
to do the same. And I might take
you up on it in the future...
but not just yet.
Bashir accepts that, packs up his stuff, and heads out. At the door, Tenmei calls him back...
Doctor? I do trust you.
Bashir EXITS. Tenmei turns back to her father, takes a deep breath. She picks up the book off the side table, opens it up, and begins to read...
END OF SHOW
TNG 18x08 - “INQUEST”
With the first flush of refugee crises now over, Enterprise is recalled to Earth along with Aventine to take part in hearings on what happened during the Borg invasion and the actions the Caeliar took to end it. Picard, Dax and many other captains (but not Riker or Chakotay) make their reports to the admiralty and the Federation council. This necessarily brings up bad memories for all of them. LaForge collates reports on how various Starfleet ships fought the Borg, and Worf and Choudhury enjoy bat’leth-enhanced sexytimes. When the news emerges that humans were involved in the creation of the Borg (VOY “Alpha”), however inadvertently, accusations explode across the Federation. Picard argues that humans also took responsibility for what happened. It was Federation cooperation and diversity that persuaded the Caeliar to intervene. The Council votes not to assign any blame, so Enterprise is sent back out...
TTN 2x08 - “THE AXIS OF TIME”
One of the Department of Temporal Investigations’ most important jobs is to roam the galaxy finding troublesome time-related artefacts, confiscating them and locking them safely away in the Eridian Vault to be studied. On this basis, Titan returns to the Vomnin Confederacy (TTN “Orion’s Hounds”) to acquire the Axis of Time, a device which somehow switches the dimensions of space and time. Agent Ranjea takes trainee Garcia as a first official assignment. A council of civilisations from across time controls the Axis, and are happy to demonstrate for their visitors. But Troi, Pazlar and Keru discover that one of the council, Lirahn, has been secretly using her psionic abilities to influence the others so that she can acquire a superweapon and conquer worlds in her own time. Allying with other members of the council, Ranjea and Garcia foil Lirahn’s plans. They cannot acquire the Axis itself, but they do at least secure a promise that the council will choose its members more carefully from now on...
VOY 11x08 - “GHOULS”
Seven believes that her Caeliar catoms are picking up a signal from another planet within the Indign system. Seven convinces Captain Eden to let her, Chakotay and Cambridge investigate. They find an ancient burial ground, but the graves are raided and empty, dozens of Indign bodies recently shot – by Starfleet phasers. A survivor manages to explain that the canister they beamed aboard was not a gift, it was a weapon. Now seven more canisters are missing. Barclay investigates how the Doctor’s assistant Meegan was possessed by the Indign – it shouldn’t be possible, as Meegan is a hologram. Conlon has reconstructed the codes used to take over Voyager – they are Maquis codes. Over Paris’s protests, Admiral Batiste orders Chakotay and Seven arrested. But as the pair beams back from the planet to Galen, the hospital ship is taken over just like Voyager was and sets course out of the system. Voyager gives chase...
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