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