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ACT FOUR

 

FADE IN:

 

23 EXT. SPACE - DEEP SPACE NINE

 

A grand Galaxy-class now sits at an upper docking pylon - the Canterbury. The Andorian warship Shantherin is still present on the docking ring, with the Defiant nearby.

 

24 INT. DS9 - CAPTAIN’S OFFICE

 

The next morning. Ro has barely slept, but now she has to greet EULER, mature human male captain of the Canterbury.

 

EULER
Hans Euler at your service, ma’am.

RO
Welcome to DS-Nine, Captain. Why
the unexpected visit?

EULER
I’m afraid it’s a matter of some
delicacy, Captain.

RO
(bites tongue)
I’m hearing that a lot today.

EULER
I assume you’re familiar with the
Andorian Repatriation Act?

RO
More so than I ever wanted to be.
Don’t tell me Starfleet actually
plans to help Andor enforce it?

EULER
(evasive)
Not exactly. I am here to transfer
all of your Andorian officers away
from Deep Space Nine... as part
of a routine crew rotation.

RO
Excuse me?

EULER
A euphemism, undoubtedly. It’s
part of the new security measures,
post Utopia Planitia. The sad truth
is that any Andorians still in
Starfleet are being redeployed
to less sensitive posts.

RO
And with those Typhon Pact ships
on the way...

EULER
(finishing the thought)
There are few posts more sensitive
at this time than DS-Nine.

RO
Has Command levelled any specific
accusations against the Andorians?

EULER
Not that I’m aware of. But they
are a wild card, Captain - one
we can’t gamble on, not now.

RO
So it’s just guilt by association.

EULER
A precautionary measure only.

RO
They swore an oath!

EULER
They’re no longer Federation, so
their loyalty is... uncertain.

RO
What about me? Bajor wasn’t in
the Federation when I signed up.
Did that make me suspect?

EULER
(bashful smile)
Forgive me, Captain, but I’ve read
your file. Your race didn’t make
you suspect, your actions did.

RO
Okay fine. By the same reasoning,
these Andorians’ actions give me
no reason to suspect them.

EULER
Wasn’t an Andorian junior engineer
of yours just placed under house
arrest as a possible terrorist?

 

Ro fumes - how does he even know about that?

 

RO
I’ve found nothing to corroborate
that accusation.

EULER
What are you doing to investigate it?

 

Throwing her security chief in the brig, that’s what she’s doing. Ro fumes again, trapped and embarrassed...

 

RO
None of your business, Captain.
But what I will tell you is that
I am willing to personally vouch
for every single officer under
my command. I trust them all.

 

CUT TO:

 

25 INT. DS9 - BASHIR’S QUARTERS

 

SARINA, sitting on the sofa of their newly shared quarters and staring out of the window. She is pensive, unreadable.

BASHIR emerges from the bedroom, throwing his uniform jacket on. He sees Sarina, feels bad for her.

 

BASHIR
You know I’d stay if I could. But
I have to go to work.

SARINA
(sad smile)
Of course I know, Julian. I’m not
upset. Just a little... bored.

BASHIR
I’m sure this will all be sorted out
and you’ll be back on security
detail before you know it. No-one
could really think you fabricated
that charge against th’Shant.

SARINA
I didn’t make it up, Julian. I just
reported what I heard.

BASHIR
I believe you. Although I couldn’t
help wonder one thing...

 

Bashir looks ashamed to even be asking the question. Sarina tries not to be offended...

 

SARINA
What?

BASHIR
You said you couldn’t tell who was
speaking - th’Shant or zh’Vesk.

SARINA
I told you, they were whispering.

BASHIR
Yes, but... My hearing is as good
as a Ferengi’s. I assumed...

SARINA
Our enhancements aren’t identical,
Julian. My hearing is no better
than any normal human’s.

BASHIR
Of course. Sorry. Forget I asked.
(beat)
You sure you’re going to be okay?

SARINA
Fine. Just go to work.

 

Bashir knows a playful get-out-of-my-hair when he hears it, so he kisses Sarina goodbye and heads for the door.

 

26 DOORWAY / CORRIDOR

 

The door opens, and BLACKMER (from sc 4) is standing guard outside. Bashir awkwardly acknowledges the man keeping his girlfriend prisoner, and then moves on down the corridor.

The door closes again, followed by the BEEPS of a security code being entered and a heavy THUNK of locks.

 

27 SARINA

 

Turns and sits upright on the sofa, her languidness gone. She may be sealed in, unable to go anywhere, but she still has things she needs to think about. Off her intensity...

 

28 INT. DS9 - TH’SHANT’S QUARTERS

 

th’Shant paces back and forth, exhausted but too emotional to rest. He is stunned by what’s happened to him.

CHIME of the door - he replies with annoyed exasperation.

 

TH’SHANT
Come on in, why not.

 

The BEEPS of a security code, then the door opens. TENMEI is there, with NARAN standing guard. Tenmei steps over the threshold, glances over her shoulder to Naran, who works the controls to close the door behind her. They are alone.

 

TENMEI
Hi, Vakell. Jeanette told me what
happened. How are you feeling?

TH’SHANT
Feeling? I - I don’t know how to
answer that. Someone I barely know
accuses me of a crime, and now my
entire career might be dead, and
why? Nobody will tell me anything!

 

Tenmei hates seeing him like this, wants to comfort him.

 

TENMEI
I probably shouldn’t tell you this
either, but the Canterbury turned
up last night. Starfleet wants to...
reassign all Andorians.

TH’SHANT
“Reassign”?

TENMEI
Desk jobs, mostly. Far away from
anything potentially interesting.

 

th’Shant collapses into his sofa, more defeated than ever.

 

TH’SHANT
I’d always dreamed of serving in
Starfleet. I’d lie there and think
of all the adventures I’d enjoy.
Sure, reality turned out different
but that wasn’t Starfleet’s fault.
They’ve been nothing but warm
and welcoming. I guess that’s over.

 

Tenmei sits gently on the sofa with him, takes his hand.

 

TENMEI
Starfleet’s on edge right now. All
this Typhon Pact business has
got them paranoid. It’ll pass.

TH’SHANT
In the meantime, I either go home
and help strangers make babies, I
go with the Canterbury and spend
my career filling out forms, or I
stay here and get imprisoned.

TENMEI
That’s not going to happen.

TH’SHANT
Doesn’t matter. My life’s ruined
either way.

TENMEI
No it’s not. After Jeanette and
before you, I went to see Ro.

TH’SHANT
So? She’s got her orders. You’ll
never persuade her to defy them.

TENMEI
Didn’t need to. Trust her, Vakell.
She’s on the warpath already.

TH’SHANT
Why would she go out of her
way for me? I’m nobody.

TENMEI
Ro gives people a chance. It’s
kind of her thing.

 

CUT TO:

 

29 INT. DS9 - SECURITY CELLS

 

RWOGO looking at herself in the mirror of the small vanity. Water runs in the sink - she splashes her face with it. She has not slept either, and she is trying to freshen herself.

The SOUND of the door opening, and boots on the deck. Rwogo pulls herself together, turns off the tap, dries her hands. Turns to face her jailer, determined not to show weakness.

Ro is standing there, as if trying to decide what to do. After a moment, she approaches the security cell...

...and turns off the forcefield. Rwogo does not move. So Ro walks into the cell herself, and sits on the cot.

 

RO
(grudgingly)
I’m sorry. You were only doing
your job.

RWOGO
I’m sorry too.

RO
For what?

RWOGO
That I’m not Commander Evik. I’m
sorry your friend died. But taking
over his job is not a crime.

RO
No. I know.

 

Rwogo sits beside Ro on the cot, talking as equals.

 

RWOGO
I’d like to clarify that I don’t
actually suspect you of anything,
Captain. I was just trying to
point out the danger of lobbing
around unfounded accusations.

RO
What about the Ninety-Ninth Rule?

RWOGO
Trust can be a liability, yes. But
there’s a human phrase that might
be more apt in this situation.
“Trust... but verify.”

RO
So now what?

RWOGO
We let Douglas and th’Shant out of
their quarters. Put them back to
work. There’s no evidence against
either of them. Just rumours.

 

By the look on Rwogo’s face, it’s clear she doesn’t really mean this. Ro plays along...

 

RO
You mean there’s no evidence yet.
I interrupted you. You should
launch a full investigation.

RWOGO
It might just drive any potential
saboteurs to show more caution.

RO
But it will also make their task
more difficult to accomplish.

RWOGO
You’re right, of course.

 

Detente appears to have been reached. Rwogo stands up from the cot, straightens herself out.

 

RWOGO
Well! Shall we get back to work?

RO
You go ahead. I’ll be along soon.

RWOGO
As you wish, Captain.

 

Sharing a broad toothy smile, Rwogo steps over the lip of the cell and heads back towards her office.

But the moment Rwogo’s back is turned, Ro’s face drops. Not so trusting and friendly after all... 

 

BLACK OUT

 

END OF ACT FOUR



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