Captain Spock sat quietly outside of the office of the Starfleet Judge Advocate General's office. Since he and his shipmates had been plucked from the San Francisco Bay, Starfleet Security had kept them sequestered. The two guards assigned to him had allowed him to go to the Vulcan Embassy in Sausalito to shower and put on a clean uniform (which his father had logically kept in storage at the embassy since the fal-tor-pan that restored his katra to him).

The doors to the office slid open and a young human woman stepped out. "Captain Spock? I'm Lieutenant Commander Amanda Cabot. Please come in."

Spock stood, smoothed out his jacket and stepped into the office. It was plain, even by Vulcan standards: four gray duranium walls, a equally non-descript desk, and three regulation chairs. Commander Cabot took the chair behind the desk while he selected one of the two across from her. She looked at the data pad in front of her, then at him.

"Captain Spock, I'm sure you know this is just a formality. Starfleet is still assessing everything from the probe's...attempt at communication, but one thing is evidently clear. You are not going to be charged with any of the offenses that Admiral Kirk and the rest of the Enterprise command crew are looking at."

At that, Spock's eyebrow arched. "Indeed? Why, may I ask, am I not to stand general court-martial?"

Commander Cabot looked flustered. "Well...you were dead when Admiral Kirk and the others hijacked the Enterprise, disobeyed Starfleet orders and traveled to the Mutara Sector."

"But, once I was recovered from the Genesis Planet and restored on Vulcan, I could technically be considered an active Starfleet Officer. One that failed to report for duty for three months and aided others who were wanted by Starfleet authorities."

Cabot ran her hand through her blond hair. "Well...that's true in a very technical sense...but the point is that you're not going to face punishment. You were not responsible for any of it."

Spock stood, hands clasped behind his back, his cool demeanor never wavering. "Isn't it true that were it not for me, Admiral Kirk would not have done any of the things he and the others stand accused of?"

Cabot nodded.

"Then, logically, I should face the punishment because I was the motivation for the action."

Cabot goggled. "You mean...you want to face the Federation President and be charged?"

Spock inclined his head slightly.

"I've never heard of anything so crazy in my life! I'm trying to set you free and you're trying to stick your head in the noose!"

Spock's tone became softer as Cabot's went up in pitch. "When Captain Kirk stood accused of killing Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Finney, he demanded a court-martial because he was certain of his innocence. Likewise, I too am certain of the innocence of myself and my shipmates. Therefore, I formally request to be charged."

Commander Cabot flushed. "Alright, then." She reached over and flipped a switch on her desk. "This recording is being made by Lieutenant Commander Amanda Cabot, Starfleet Judge Advocate General's office. Please state your name, rank and assignment for the record."

"Spock, Captain, Instructor at Starfleet Academy and Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Enterprise, registry NCC-1701, now destroyed..."