Captain's log, star date (sometime during the later seasons). The Enterprise is en route under the orders of Admiral Jeremiah Jenkins to collect an ensign named Isla Scott from Starbase 83 and transport her to Starbase 47 where she will be providing evidence in a trial. Ensign Scott's reputation for being reclusive has preceded her. All efforts have been made to ensure her stay on board the Enterprise goes smoothly. I am told her input to this trial is key to its success.
"How long until we're within transporter range, Mr Worf?" Commander William T Riker asked his Klingon head of security.
"Five minutes, sir," Worf replied astutely, his face seemingly stuck in a perpetual frown.
"Status Number One," Picard ordered, his voice coming over the intercom.
"We will be ready to transport Ensign Scott aboard in five minutes Captain," Riker informed him as Captain Picard paced around his ready room.
"Thank you Number One, I will be in the transporter bay to greet her when she arrives," Picard said, ending the communication. He sat in his chair and pulled his shirt down roughly. The old things never seemed to fit properly anymore.
As Picard strode into the transporter bay, Miss Scott was talking via communicator to the transporter chief, Miles O'Brien.
"Are you ready to transport over, Ensign Scott?" Picard addressed her.
"Yes Captain Picard," Miss Scott replied. "I do believe I should clarify, I am not a Starfleet officer. I have resigned my Starfleet commission."
"I do beg your pardon," Picard shared a raised eyebrow with O'Brien.
"If my personnel file hasn't been updated yet, I'm sorry for any confusion. Perhaps you'd like to me explain the situation once I'm aboard?" Miss Scott asked him.
"Yes, that would be best," Picard turned to O'Brien. "Energise." He turned to the transport pad as a young woman appeared wearing the blue uniform and single pip of a science ensign. She stepped off the transporter pad as soon as she'd materialised, smiling contently. Captain Picard stepped forward, about to shake her hand when he glanced at her wrists.
"Handcuffs," she said, holding them up a second for his viewing. She seemed puzzled by the expression on Picard's face. "Perhaps my father didn't tell you that I'm the person on trial." Captain Picard's eyes widened with surprise.