All Things Realized
Earth – Switzerland - Witzwil Prison
Morgan Clark lay flat on the bed in his 14ft by 8ft prison cell. Today marked the two-week anniversary of his arrival at this prison, and he hated every minute of it. EarthGov prosecutors had kept their word and placed him in a minimum-security facility, though under heavy guard at all times. Clark's confinement here was in stark contrast to his imprisonment on the Phoenix. He missed spending time with his former cabinet, which, in hindsight, Clark considered his friends, a thought that shocked him. Clark's slow walks around the prison yard, by himself, escorted by correctional officers, paled in comparison to the adventures he'd had on the holodeck with the others. Clark compared his time on the Phoenix with the times he'd spent on cruises and various vacations, though the holodeck on the Phoenix put all of them to shame. Clark desperately wanted his freedom, especially since he continued to maintain his innocence regardless of the plea he'd made in court. If he still had access to a holodeck, or even a replicator, the time in this prison wouldn't be as bad.
As Clark stood at the fence and looked out at the distant mountain range, he turned to speak with one of the guards. "Have you ever gone skiing over there?" Clark asked as he pointed at the distant mountain range.
"No. I'm not much of a snow person. I only like how it looks," the guard answered.
"It's interesting how much we take for granted until we no longer have access to it. I would encourage you to take advantage of the opportunity. You may live to regret the decision later," Clark told him.
"Thank you for the suggestion. I'll do that."
Clark stood in the same spot for another five minutes, then he turned around and walked back to his cell.
A few minutes later, he heard the slot open in his cell door, which signified the arrival of dinner. He'd become accustomed to fine dining during his time as a senator and then president, not to mention the unlimited, exotic choices afforded to him by the replicator. Now, Clark was forced to eat standard prison food, which left much to be desired. He grabbed the plate from the slot and then sat down to eat. Clark sat there in silence and stared down at the food. He said out loud to himself, 'How am I going to survive 30 years of this? Is this a fate worse than death?' He reached up and felt the tears on his cheeks. Morgan Clark had always projected toughness and never showed weakness. Here, alone in his prison cell, he broke down and cried like he hadn't done since he was a little boy. He was broken and trapped in hell with no way out.
Clark pushed the plate to the side of his small table. He didn't have much of an appetite anymore.
Betazed – Federation Hall
-Six days later-
Ben Maxwell was transported into the middle of Federation Square. He was impressed by how much had been accomplished in such a restively short period of time. Video of the colony's development had been broadcast to the Phoenix, but the experience of actually being on the ground had a more significant impact on him. Maxwell found the architecture choices interesting, which appeared to be a mix of Betazed and modern Federation architecture. He had no doubt that the colony, once completed, would be a demonstration of what was possible when multiple races collaborated to achieve a common goal. As much as he was impressed by the colony, Maxwell's heart belonged elsewhere.
Maxwell walked into the main lobby and saw Gam waiting for him. "Libbon, it's so good to see you! You've done very well here, as I knew you would. How've you been?" Maxwell was genuinely happy to see his former first officer for the first time in months.
"It's good to see you too, Sir. Thank you for the kind words. I've been well. Very busy, as you can imagine," Gam responded with less enthusiasm but no less happy to see Maxwell.
"I can see that. It looks like you'll have the colony up and running in no time. What you have been able to accomplish in just six months is very impressive. I'm looking forward to seeing the final product. If you can achieve everything I've seen in the plans, this place will be unlike anything in the galaxy. It will be a true blending of our past and present."
"This was my vision from the very beginning," Gam said proudly. "I'd hoped to impress this on the admiral, but then he gave me the full authority to do whatever I wanted. Everyone has been completely supportive and excited to see this vision come together. It's hard work, but we're all motivated to see it happen."
"I can see that. Of course, this is more than a passion project for you. Tell me about how you've been. How has it been connecting with your people here?" Maxwell asked as they walked to Gam's office.
"Better than I could have hoped for. There was a bit of skepticism at the beginning, which was understandable. Once we provided evidence of our origins, almost everyone was convinced, and we were accepted unconditionally, all of us. They are still some who are skeptical, but they are a small minority. My sense of loss has been greatly reduced by being here, though I still miss my parents. Several families have offered to allow us to join their families. Some of us have accepted their offers, but I haven't yet, though I'm unsure why. We'll see what happens. Commander Troi has her actual family here, which has been an unbelievable experience for her."
"No kidding? Her actual family? What are the odds? Well, I will say that I'm happy for you, all of you. You were there when I needed someone to talk to, and you deserve everything that has come to you,"
"I was glad to help. I could tell that you needed someone to talk to. It's very difficult to hide some things from a Betazoid. By the way, you also helped me too. You made me realize that I needed to make the most of any opportunity I'm given because I may regret not taking advantage of it. I have people here, and that's something that I won't ever take for granted. It will be difficult to help guide them into joining the galactic community while also building this colony; however, it's a challenge that I've fully embraced. There's nothing else that I would rather do."
"I'm happy that you've found your purpose. Speaking of purpose, just before I left Earth, two telepaths asked me for asylum, which I granted. They wanted to escape a very nasty organization called Psi-Corps. I've loaded all of their information into our databanks if you want to learn more about them. I wanted to ask you a favor if you'd humor me for a moment."
"Of course, you know I'll be happy to help you if I'm able."
"Thanks, I appreciate it. As for my request, the ladies are traumatized, and I was hoping that maybe one of the Betazoids could help them. Considering that their telepathy is derived from your own, I thought that you might be the best qualified, though I could be making a horrible assumption."
"Not at all. Your reasoning is sound. I'll ask Commander Troi to speak with them. I think that we should learn more about the telepaths here, and this would provide the perfect opportunity."
"My thoughts exactly. I'll let them know."
"Before you go, I wanted to ask you why you turned down the CSO position if you don't mind sharing."
"Of course not. It will take a bit to tell you everything. Are you free for dinner? I would like to catch up further in a less formal environment."
"Sounds good. Let's do that."
"Great. Until later then."
Earth – ISN Studios
"Good afternoon, and welcome to ISN. I'm Alexandria Silva bringing you breaking news. Former Earth Alliance President Morgan Clark was found dead in his prison cell earlier today by correctional officers. The cause of death was an apparent heart attack. However, the medical examiner told ISN that the full toxicology report won't be available until tomorrow. There will be a press conference held tomorrow where the official cause of death will be revealed. ISN will bring you the entire press conference live.
Again, former President Morgan Clark is dead. He was 54 years old. He is survived by his mother, who has asked for privacy during this time. The scheduled ISN broadcast of The Rise and Fall of Morgan Clark will be postponed until a later date.
Stay tuned to ISN for the latest on this developing story."
Betazed – Federation Hall Conference Room
—-Two days later—-
Picard had read Maxwell's report concerning Psi-Corps and was also given a full briefing of the organization. He agreed that Maxwell had every reason to be concerned about the organization. Starfleet needed to learn more about the organization before more governments would be allowed to bring their ships to the colony. Psi-Corps had the potential to disrupt everything Starfleet was looking to build, and that wouldn't be tolerated.
Picard walked into the conference room, where the mother and daughter were already seated.
"Good morning, ladies. I am Fleet Admiral Jean-Luc Picard, Commander of Starfleet. Thank you for meeting with me. I understand that you endured quite an ordeal in coming to us, and I wanted to ask you some questions about it."
Casey, the older telepath, noted Picard's posture and demeanor. He possessed an air of authority, but he wasn't intimidating. She relaxed when it became apparent that this wouldn't be an interrogation. "We're happy to answer any questions, Admiral. But first, don't thank us. We want to thank you for giving us a place to live and be free. For the first time in our lives, we can live without fear. It's a gift that words can't describe."
"Well, I'm glad you were able to find your way to our embassy. However, that leads me to my first question. Once you found out that you would be leaving Earth, maybe even permanently, didn't that concern you?"
"No. My family disowned me years ago when they found out I have telepathic abilities and won't even acknowledge my daughter's existence. I've been on the run since my 15th birthday, trying to stay ahead of the Psi-cops. Leaving Earth was our only choice."
"What about you, young lady? How do you feel about this?"
Elaine looked over to her mother for permission to speak. Her mother nodded and silently said, 'it's OK.' "It's just as Mom said. We were OK for a while. I was able to go to school, and I even had friends. Then, everything changed. We could never stay anywhere for very long, and I couldn't go to school anymore. It was nice when I was able to spend time around people my age, but that never lasted very long either. When Mom said that we should ask to join you, I didn't care. I was just tired of running and hiding."
Picard was appalled by what he'd heard from the women. "Neither of you will have to worry about living in fear as long as you remain here. You've already been provided a home, and soon we'll begin providing each of you with educational opportunities. I'm not aware of the specifics of the Earth Alliance education curriculum; however, I know that our understanding of several fields of science exceeds that of Earth. Everyone is entitled to an education, and you will receive one here: both of you. I have one final question. Several of my crew members have expressed an interest in living on Earth. Based on what I've heard here today, I'm not sure that is a viable option. I would like to hear your thoughts."
"Earth isn't bad if you aren't a telepath. Telepaths are treated like second-class citizens, at best. No one would dare harm your people, Admiral. Everyone I've talked to wants you to join us. You should hear the things people say on ISN about the president. They say it's her fault that all hospitals on Earth don't have your technology. People suffer because they don't have access to the best technology, and it isn't fair. Many people have heard rumors about your technology and are afraid that you would attack us if one of your people were hurt.
I'm trying to say that you have nothing to worry about unless you have human telepaths on your crew. Do you?"
"No. Where we're from, human telepaths are extremely rare, virtually nonexistent."
"Really? In that case, you have nothing to worry about. I would worry about the Betazoids, though. I don't trust Psi-Corps, and they might cause problems."
"I've been briefed on Psi-Corps. I can assure you that if they attempt any hostile action against my crew, they will be dealt with severely."
"Good. That's very good," Casey said.
"How long will we be allowed to live here?" Elaine asked.
"As long as you want. You're under no obligation to remain here or offer us any compensation to remain here. You're also under no obligation to join Starfleet or become a Federation citizen unless that's something that you want to pursue."
"Really? Can you give us some time to think about it? We've never really had options before, and now we have so many. It's all a bit overwhelming," Casey said; her daughter nodded in agreement.
"Of course, there's no rush. Thank you for answering my questions, and welcome to New Paris. Good day."
"Thank you, Admiral, for everything."
Betazed – Federation Hall Conference Room
-Ten days later-
Picard, Riker, and Maxwell met in the main conference room. The room was far larger than what was needed for the three of them; however, Picard liked the view. The conference room overlooked Federation Square, and that view helped to keep Picard grounded. Starfleet Headquarters had yet to be constructed; therefore, Picard and Riker had their offices temporarily in Federation Hall. Both men had to adjust to working planetside instead of on a warship. Picard considered his current situation somewhat temporary as he had always promised himself that he wasn't going to end his career behind a desk. Once he established the new Alliance Starfleet and stabilized the Federation Starfleet, he planned to return to the stars. Riker shared a similar goal. He always wanted to command a warship, and he wasn't ready to give up on that dream.
Riker had embraced the CSO role very quickly. He'd spoken with several officers from all of the ships and found out what their concerns were. He also talked to Picard about his vision for the fleet and the next steps they needed to pursue while the colony expanded.
The three men were seated around the large table. The daily briefing had just concluded, which was generally well attended by more than two dozen officers. Riker began the conversation with his updates. "The runabouts will be leaving for Andor and Vulcan tomorrow. I believe that we've waited long enough to visit the remaining Federation worlds. We owe it to our crews to investigate their home worlds. I've ordered the runabouts to operate under cloak when not at warp. Tactical believes that the local governments can't detect our ships at warp due to their lack of subspace sensors. Captain Data agrees."
"A sound strategy, Will, especially since our battleships will be preoccupied for the foreseeable future," Picard voiced his approval in support of the plan.
"Exactly, Sir. I've had several volunteers approach me for the initial missions, plus the planned missions to the other worlds. Each will conduct initial surveys of the home planet plus the system itself. If they detect anything that is beyond the capability of the runabout to handle, then I will dispatch one of the battleships, based on availability," Riker informed the other men.
"When will the first drydock be completed?" Picard asked Riker.
"Next week, based on our current progress. I'd considered the construction of a transport as the first build. However, I believe that a science ship would make the most sense and give us greater flexibility."
"Agreed. On to the next item on the agenda. Ben, your plan for the academy is a good one. The establishment of three locations will serve to relieve the stress on our colony. That would also address my concern about advertising our location too soon. Granted, without a jump gate here, we're still largely isolated from the rest of the galaxy. Once we're better established, I'm willing to reconsider," Picard said to Maxwell, who was seated to his left and directly in front of Riker.
"I agree, Sir. Plus, the strategy aligns with your objectives to further embrace the Minbari. I know they see us as competition and that they're focused on making their federation stronger. I don't see them as a threat, for now, even with knowledge of Starfleet operations and limited access to our technology. I think that once Neroon arrives tomorrow, he could become our strongest advocate, along with Delenn, of course. Still, I believe that we'll need to be careful not to trust too much or too soon," Maxwell said to Picard.
"My thoughts exactly," Picard confirmed. "Everything is still far too volatile for us to blindly trust anyone. We'll continue to take a measured approach and regularly reevaluate to maintain an acceptable risk profile. As for the academies, the academy here won't be ready for another six to nine months at a minimum. I expect a similar timeline for the other locations."
"I believe that nine months is aggressive, Sir, especially given that Command itself has yet to be constructed. As for the other locations, it depends on how long it takes to acquire suitable locations on Earth and Minbar; plus, I want to see how the first one goes so I can fine-tune the model. Ideally, I would like to wait at least a year until the first academy is firmly established before opening the others,"
"I understand your point, but I question the patience of the alliance members. I believe that we have six months at the most to show progress. It may work to our advantage that some races are more advanced than others. For example, Earth students will have to learn the basics of gravity and subspace theory, while the Minbari can start on more advanced topics. With this understanding, I believe that you will have more than a year to perfect the curriculum of the academy with minimum disruptions," Picard said as he thought through the possible implications of Maxwell's suggestion.
"You're right, Sir. We'll have to start at the very beginning. The Minbari are more advanced, so I expect them to become ready to learn more advanced topics much sooner than the others. For example, they already have artificial gravity. Therefore, we would need to begin with subspace theory and then move to warp physics."
"Indeed. Proceed with your plan, Admiral. Is there anything else?"
"Yes, Sir. You owe it to yourself to visit Earth, Sir. It's not our Earth, but you'd be surprised by how familiar it feels, despite the differences," Maxwell said to Picard as he reflected on how much he missed his new family.
"I haven't given going there much thought. When I left home, I wanted to explore the stars. Working in the vineyard didn't hold any appeal for me. Now? Returning might help ground me, reinforcing the fact that this is now our home. Guinan suggested as much when I last spoke to her," Picard paused briefly as he considered Guinan's words. "Very well, once the new academy is ready to open, I'll be there for the dedication ceremony. I'm sure by then, many of our crew will want to travel there as well. It will be a while before we have enough transports to allow our crew to travel freely," Picard said to the men as he stared into the distance.
Picard continued. "I recognize that there aren't any amenities here, and a holodeck has its limitations. Betazed has its charms, but Earth provides options that aren't available here. It would be different if Earth didn't exist here, but it does. Also, as Captain Sisko reminded me, most of our people were drafted into Starfleet and didn't join by choice as Ben and I did. Many don't have the same attachment to Starfleet that we do."
Maxwell nodded in agreement. "I know. That's also the reason why I think we should reconsider asking for a four-year commitment. I don't think most people want to live here, and I don't blame them. You know where my heart is, Sir. I think that I would lose Maria if I asked her to move here. She's very close to her family, and I know how precious that is, especially now."
"I'll admit, it was therapeutic for me to visit home when I was back on Earth. It felt different, for obvious reasons, but it was better in some ways because there wasn't a war. I could relax, though I didn't have any family there. I think that when I go back, I'm going to try to find out if I have any distant relatives there. Considering what happened with Commander Troi, anything is possible," Riker offered in support of Maxwell's suggestion.
"Commander Gam has been instrumental in changing my views on the colony. This will be a very different place than I originally envisioned. It will represent whom we are becoming and truly represent our place in this galaxy. If what you say is true, Ben, then I am concerned for the future of the fleet. We dare not align with any of the governments in their current state. The results would be disastrous," Picard said to Maxwell.
"I agree, Sir. We can't join any of the governments. We must maintain our independence, but I believe that we may have an easier time recruiting others to join us once we've established ourselves. I'm sure that there are hundreds, maybe even thousands, of human telepaths that want to come here if for no other reason than to get away from Psi-Corps. I'm sure that even some of the Earthforce officers I've met would be willing to join us. I'm saying that I don't believe that we will have a problem maintaining the fleet in the future. The response to the embassy on Earth has been overwhelmingly positive. You should see people's eyes when they realize that living with other races together is possible. It won't happen overnight, but I believe that we have to try."
Picard considered Maxwell's words and voiced his thoughts. "We could place embassies on the home worlds of all the major alliance members that follow the model you've established on Earth while we maintain a much larger cultural emersion presence here in addition to our Starfleet facilities. I'm forced to admit that Commander Gam is right. We need to move forwards and not look backward. Our experiences living in the Federation will always help guide us, but now we have a greater purpose. Maybe one day, one of us will lead the founding of a federation in this universe. We'll maintain our values and continue to uphold the traditions of Starfleet."
"Yes, Sir."
"One last question, Ben. Have you confirmed your staffing for the Earthforce shipyard refit project?"
"Yes, Sir. Commander Voss informed me that he would like to oversee this and, potentially, other refits. This first one is important enough that he wanted to be personally involved in learning as much as possible."
"Good. I was concerned that it might be a bit much for you to oversee the academy and the shipyard refit."
"You are probably right, which is why I'm happy to have the commander onboard. Admiral Riker has already approved the request," Maxwell said as he looked at Riker, who nodded.
"Very well. Before you go, Ben, I wanted to thank you for joining us on this expedition. I'm sure you had your reasons; however, having you here has made my job much easier than it would have otherwise been."
"There's no need to thank me, Sir. You're right, I did have my reasons, and in hindsight, they were very selfish. However, that turned out to be the best decision I could have made for me and my entire crew. Our lives were over in the Federation. We knew that was a suicide mission, and even if we survived, what future would we have had? No, I made the best decision for all of us."
"Very well. Unless there is anything else, dismissed."
Earth - San Antonio, Texas - O'Dell Home
-Next day-
"I can't wait to see you, Ben. I love you."
"I love you too. I'll be there in eight days. Let Jenny know that I might need to move around our story time like last time, but it will be every day like I promised."
"I'll tell her. Be safe."
"You too."
Maria walked down the stairs into the living area, where the family was seated watching TV. "OK, everyone. We have eight days to get ready for a wedding. Who wants to help?" Maria asked.
"Me! I want to help Mom!" Jenny yelled from the couch.
"Wedding? Don't you think that it's a little soon?" Rose asked, then folded her arms to express her skepticism.
"No, Mom. I'm 100% sure. He's the one, and I'm not going to let him get away," Maria said confidently.
"Well, it's Julio's fault you met him, so he and Angela had better help," Alex added as he pointed at Maria.
"Ha, ha, very funny. You're helping too, and I'm not asking."
O'Dell raised his hands in mock protest. "I know that look. You don't have to force me; I was going to help anyway. Someone has to coordinate the bachelor's party."
"Hmmm, maybe it's not such a good idea for you to help."
"I got this, Sis. Trust me," O'Dell said, then winked at his sister.
'Um, OK."
"Have you even asked him yet, or did he ask you?" Rose asked her daughter.
"Well, not exactly," Maria answered meekly.
"What does not exactly mean?" Rose asked Maria with a questioning look.
"It means that I haven't asked him, and he hasn't asked me. But I know he'll say yes."
"I hope you're not setting yourself up for disappointment. I know he loves you; that much is obvious. But he might not want to marry again after what happened in his last marriage, and your last marriage wasn't exactly a walk in the park," Rose said as she tried to talk sense into Maria.
"I know I'm not. I know he wants this as much as I do. We've talked about it, just not directly."
"Ok then. Well, I better call a caterer, and you have a dress to buy."
U.S.S. Enterprise – Holodeck 1
Sisko knew that despite the training he'd received from Garrett, he wasn't ever going to be the diplomat she was. He wasn't even going to be the diplomat Maxwell was, and that was saying something. After what Maxwell had told him of Earthforce's response to the arrival of the Enterprise, Sisko wanted to do something to ease the tension, though he wasn't sure if this demonstration would help or hurt.
The eight Earthforce generals were standing around in an empty room with a yellow grid painted on the walls and the floor. This was the least interesting place they'd ever seen on a Starfleet ship. Before General Fitzpatrick could ask why they were there, Sisko began to speak.
"I wanted to bring you all here today to address some of your concerns. I know that you have your doubts about us and even fear us. Specifically, you have several questions about our military capabilities and if we might use them against you. I wanted to give you a first-hand opportunity to see what those capabilities are.
Computer. Begin program. Observer mode."
The generals were shocked by the transformation of the room. None of them had ever seen anything like it.
"Where are we, Captain? Did we transport to another ship?" General Johnson asked. "That didn't feel like the transporter."
"No, General, what you are seeing is a holographic representation of our final battle before we arrived here. You are standing on a recreation of the bridge of this ship, Enterprise. We showed a video of this battle to League members just before the Shadow War. However, since we're here on the holodeck, your experience will closely resemble the actual battle. Observe."
Sisko used the same battle footage presented to the League at the beginning of the Shadow War. However, since they were on the holodeck, the simulation was significantly more visceral. They could feel the ship move; they could smell the smoke; they could feel the heat when one of the consoles almost exploded. They watched as the crew performed their jobs and when the replacement crew arrived to replace the injured. None of them said a word as the battle continued; their individual experience gained during the Earth-Minbari War weighed heavily on each of them. The battle continued for 20 minutes, then everything stopped.
"Captain Sisko, was that real?" General Fitzpatrick asked, sweat evident on his brow, and he wasn't the only one.
"Yes, that was our final battle before we arrived here," Sisko answered as he noted that the generals seemed agitated after watching the battle.
"How did you make the entire ship shake during the battle? I thought you said this was only a recording?" General Dawodu asked.
Sisko turned to face him. "I didn't. We're the only ones that experienced anything during the battle. No one else is aware of anything that's happening in here."
"I don't understand, Captain. There was a full battle going on. What do you mean no one else was aware?" General Blachowicz asked, clearly confused by Sisko's statement.
"The holodeck utilizes forcefields, artificial gravity, replicators, and several other technologies to simulate the desired scenario. It created the battle conditions as close as possible based on the sensor data recorded during the battle."
"Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. The possibilities..." General Dawodu began to say before Fitzpatrick jumped in.
"Are there any limitations to what can be shown?"
"Safety protocols prevent occupants from being injured. Otherwise, no, there are no limitations." Sisko had a moment of inspiration and decided to take a chance. "Would anyone like to command the simulation?" Sisko asked the group.
"What do you mean, Captain? I thought you said that this was a recording." Fitzpatrick asked, clearly confused.
"We're able to turn any event into an interactive simulation where crew members can be replaced and the scenario rerun. Events may change based on the reactions of the new crew members. We can also make other changes to make the scenario more challenging."
The generals all looked at each other, shocked by what they had just heard.
"Yes. I would like to try. What do I need to know?" Fitzpatrick said as he stepped forward.
"Computer, remove Captain Picard and reset the scenario. Interactive mode for the captain's position. General, if you would take a seat?" Sisko asked Fitzpatrick, who was still disoriented by the fact that Picard simply 'disappeared' from the seat he'd been sitting in less than five seconds ago. The only thing he could do was nod slowly.
Sisko spent the next 15 minutes teaching the generals some basics on starship battle tactics and general weapons capabilities. Each of the generals already possessed combat experience, so Sisko assumed he could leave out concepts they should already be familiar with.
Fitzpatrick had to admit that the sensation felt strange. He hadn't been in command of a ship in several years, but he quickly realized that wasn't it. It was the unfamiliar bridge and crew that made him uncomfortable. He looked down to familiarize himself with the console on the chair. The other generals walked around the bridge and looked at each console to better understand the capabilities of each station. Sisko waited a few minutes and then gave the command.
"Computer, begin the simulation."
"General, sensors detected an object near the moon of Archer 2 for 500 milliseconds before it disappeared."
Fitzpatrick's eyes were locked on the main viewer. He replayed the previous battle in his mind, but with the advantage of foresight, he decided to execute the battle plan differently.
"Commander Data, I believe that was a cloaked ship you detected. Contact the flagship."
Data immediately complied with the request. "Channel opened, Sir."
"General Fitzpatrick. What can I do for you?" Jellico asked in his usual acerbic manner.
"Admiral, we have detected what I believe to be a cloaked vessel near the moon of Archer 2. I suggest that the task force proceed to sector four and engage the enemy fleet."
"General, we have no reason to believe that there are any enemy forces in the system. Your sensor reading could be anything. You may proceed with your investigation. We will support you if you encounter any Klingons."
Fitzpatrick was frustrated but understood as he would have done the same thing.
"Understood. Enterprise out."
Fitzpatrick considered using the same tactics that Picard employed. However, he had information that Picard didn't have and planned to use that to his advantage.
Fitzpatrick then stood from his chair and turned to Riker. "Commander Riker, I want you to assume that there is an enemy squadron at the location of the sensor trace. Program the battle computer accordingly."
"Aye, Sir."
"Sound battle stations. Commander Data, how far are we from the sensor trace?"
"1.2 million kilometers, Sir."
"Close to 100,000 kilometers and prepare to fire. Engage at full sub-light speed."
"Aye, Sir. E.T.A. 20 seconds," Lt. Crusher reported from the helm.
"20 seconds?" Fitzpatrick didn't realize how fast the Enterprise could travel and had to adjust his battle plan accordingly. The generals that stood behind him exchanged glances among themselves; a few were visibly shocked. If this ship moved that fast at sub-light...
"Lt. Yar, fire a full spread of torpedoes as soon as we reach our destination. Fire at will as enemy ships appear."
Fitzpatrick's plan seemed to be working until the Enterprise closed to within 200,000 km of the Klingons. "General, multiple Klingon ships are decloaking all over the system. The flagship is ordering us to rejoin the task force."
"Damn. Proceed as ordered. Best speed," Fitzpatrick ordered.
Moments later, Crusher reported from the Helm. "We're in formation, Sir. We've been ordered to lead Battlegroup Charlie."
"Understood. Set course to 211 mark 117, 100,000 kph," Fitzpatrick ordered. Given the speed of the Enterprise, he assumed that he could utilize a greater combat speed than he would typically use for an Earthforce destroyer.
"Respectfully, Sir, why so slow? We'll be sitting ducks," Riker told Fitzpatrick.
"Slow? Ok, proceed at ¼ light speed. Have the remaining ships match our speed."
"Aye, Sir."
"Sir, two Klingon attack squadrons are inbound and will be in range within 10 seconds," Data reported from Ops.
"Commander, how much time do we need to decelerate before we can maneuver?"
"None, Sir," Riker answered as he studied the tactical display.
"Targets are now in range, Sir," Yar said as she confirmed the target locks.
"Target the lead ship and fire all weapons."
"Aye, Sir. Firing all weapons."
"What was that?" Fitzpatrick shouted as he watched multiple phaser beams and photon torpedoes hit the single K'vort class battle cruiser, which obliterated it. He'd never seen so much firepower directed at a target in combat by a single vessel.
"Come again, Sir?" Yar asked, confused by the question.
"What just happened?" Fitzpatrick asked again.
"The target has been destroyed, Sir," Yar answered simply.
"I saw that!" Fitzpatrick said louder than he planned. 'This level of firepower is normal to them,' Fitzpatrick realized. "Never mind. Fire at will at the remaining targets."
"The second enemy squadron is attempting to flank us, bearing 197 mark 25."
"Come about and destroy the lead ship. Order our remaining ships to continue their attacks."
The next few minutes were disappointing for Fitzpatrick. Despite his knowledge of the previous battle, his reaction times were simply too slow to react to the constantly changing battlefield. His years of experience commanding Earthforce destroyers were working against him in this situation. He's quickly forgotten that this was only a simulation, and he tried everything he could to win the battle.
The Enterprise had destroyed several Klingon vessels but had sustained significant damage in the process. Several injured crew members had been removed from the bridge during the battle. The Earthforce generals were much more invested in the scenario now that one of their own was at the controls. They felt powerless as they wanted to jump in to help, but a quick look at the nearest console dashed those hopes. None of the data meant anything to them. Unfortunately, that meant that Fitzpatrick would be on his own.
"Damage report!" Fitzpatrick ordered as the ship shook from another Klingon attack.
"Shields are down to 25%. Minor fluctuations to main power," Data reported from Ops.
"Status of the fleet?"
"We have 31 combat effective ships while the Klingons have 75," Riker answered from his position at Tactical.
"We can't win this battle. Order all ships to retreat," Fitzpatrick ordered as the most senior remaining officer in the fleet.
The battle ended after almost 30 minutes. However, unlike Picard's battle, which ended in victory, Fitzpatrick's ended in a Starfleet retreat. He experienced a series of emotions he hadn't experienced since the Earth-Minbari War. He was angry, frustrated, and disappointed all at the same time. His fellow generals looked on and said nothing. They knew exactly how he felt. They, too, had lost themselves in the simulation and quickly forgot that what they had experienced wasn't real.
"Computer, pause simulation," Sisko ordered.
Fitzpatrick continued to stare straight ahead at the main viewer as his anger simmered just below the surface. "If that damn admiral had listened to me, we could have won that battle!"
Sisko responded to Fitzpatrick's statement calmly. "You don't know Admiral Jellico. He wouldn't have listened unless you had solid intel. He wasn't known for taking risks or making decisions based on anyone's instincts."
Fitzpatrick took a couple of deep breaths and closed his eyes for a couple of moments, then stood up. "I'm not sure if it would have made a difference. I knew what was going to happen, but my reaction times were still too slow. My years of training and experience were a liability, not an asset. Earthforce ships don't move anywhere near as fast as the Enterprise. Plus, the range of this ship's weapons is at least three times longer than an Omega-class destroyer. Even as impressive as this ship is, fighting an enemy that can become invisible is incredibly difficult and frustrating. I've never seen anything like it. At least we could see the Minbari even if we couldn't target them. We would have fared even worse if their ships could have become invisible. And, finally, this simulation: it felt so real. I believed I was fighting in the actual battle, and I never once questioned that this wasn't real."
"I agree with everything you just said, Greg. We even wanted to help, but of course, there was nothing we could do. It, somehow, felt more real with you in command. I also would have made the same decisions you made that would have yielded the same results. Captain, could we conduct an A.A.R. to review General Fitzpatrick's battle to understand what he did wrong and what could have been done better?" General Blachowicz asked Sisko, humbled by the experience.
"No problem. Computer, replace battle scenario with the Enterprise Main Conference Room. Begin when ready," Sisko ordered.
Instantly the room changed, and it again took the generals by surprise.
"I don't know if I could ever get used to that," Fitzpatrick said, and the other generals nodded in agreement.
Earth – Earthdome - Joint Chief's Office
-Three hours later-
"Do you believe the technology on that ship?" General Vu asked no one in particular as he tried to understand everything he'd seen during the past few hours.
"I don't know what to believe anymore. I already knew Starfleet's technology and firepower were fantastic, and yet I still underestimated it! What else does that ship have that we don't know about?" Fitzpatrick asked as he looked at Vu.
"Their technology is only part of it. Picard is one hell of a commander. His instincts and tactics are as good as I've ever seen. When combined with that ship…." Dawodu observed but was interrupted before he was able to complete his thought.
"The Centauri and the Shadows never stood a chance, did they? I mean, when you ordered that alpha strike on that alien ship…." Blachowicz said as she looked at Fitzpatrick.
"I've never seen such a demonstration of firepower in my life. No ship could survive such an attack, and I realized, very quickly, that a fight against them would have been even worse than I feared. Sheridan was right; no ship in the galaxy can go toe-to-toe against the Enterprise and survive. It would be my worst nightmare to face Picard in battle commanding that ship. The speed of their ships, combined with the raw firepower, significantly exceeds anything we've ever faced or even imagined. We've witnessed their fleet in action, and I still have trouble believing what I saw.
I thought the Minbari were our worst nightmare, and the most significant threat, until today. I never thought I would ever see the day when even the Minbari were outclassed, especially by humans. What do you think would happen if Picard and the others joined us? How would the other races react?" Fitzpatrick asked, who, like the others, tried to understand and process his thoughts fully.
"They wouldn't be happy, that's for sure. Some might want to launch a preemptive war against us because they know they'd have no chance against us once we start building a fleet of Starfleet warships," General Johnson said, with a look of concern on her face. She then added, "whom am I kidding? They wouldn't stand a chance against the current fleet. Maybe if several races allied, they might have a chance. A very small chance."
"Why would anyone do that? We've just joined the new alliance formed to prevent wars. Besides, we're not a threat to anyone," Blachowicz said, confused by Johnson's comments.
"I disagree. We're not planning to attack anyone, especially now, but the other races may not see that. We also have to recognize that the memories of Clark are still fresh. The whole galaxy knows how dangerous Starfleet warships are, and I believe they are too dangerous for any race to control, including us. Starfleet shifts the balance of power instantly to whichever race they join. Can you imagine fighting a fleet of Starfleet warships? You all saw what they did against those aliens," Fitzpatrick said as he reflected on the battle.
"No, and I don't ever want to. We aren't even a match for the Minbari, so forget about fighting Starfleet. That also applies to the other races. Just think of the damage Clark would have done with those ships," Dawodu said quietly.
No one answered.
"I believe that we need to adjust our position on them. I still want them to join us, but we need to be careful. The other races will see us as a threat if Picard and the others join us too soon. We need to develop a comprehensive integration plan to bring them to Earth. They represent the future of Earthforce, and everyone in the Earth Alliance can benefit greatly from their technology. With the Enterprise as the flagship of Earthforce, we would never be threatened again, and the strength of the Earth Alliance couldn't be questioned. I need to meet with the president to let her know what we've learned. This will be the most important assignment of our careers, and we need to get this right. We'll need to put our best people on this. Does anyone object?" Fitzpatrick asked as he made eye contact with each of the assembled generals.
No one raised their hand.
"Good. I'm also going to speak to Captain Sisko tomorrow to ask him to help us. I would like our officers to learn about Starfleet operations. We need to know more about them and how they think and work. Finally, we need to learn more about those ships. If they decide to join someone else, we'll need to know exactly what we're up against, though I don't see how we could develop countermeasures to anything we witnessed today. Otherwise, we need to learn how to integrate them into our fleet responsibly. They can help us get better; we need to get better. Furthermore, Earthforce needs to evolve, and they can help us do that.
We have a lot to do. Let's get started," Fitzpatrick said as the generals began documenting their ideas. It was going to be a long night.
Earth – New Orleans – French Quarter
-Two days later-
Sisko, Liz, and Charlie were seated at the table in the back of the restaurant. The last customer had left a few minutes earlier, which gave them a few minutes to talk before closing for the night.
"Ben, tell Dr. Crusher that I feel so much better. Here I thought that I was just getting too old to do this. I had no idea that there was something wrong with me," Charlie said as he rubbed his elbow, still surprised by the mobility he now enjoyed.
"I'll tell her. As I said, we have capabilities that Earth doesn't have, and I wanted to pay my respects for the help you've given me," Sisko told the couple.
"Consider whatever debts you thought you had repaid, though you never owed us anything," Liz told Sisko as she grabbed his hand.
"Thank you. That means a lot to me."
"You sure you don't want to stick around? You're a natural in the kitchen. You have an eye for quality and excellent technique. The dishes you added to the menu have all been crowd-pleasers. Heck, I've been tempted to take credit when the customers ask to speak to the chef. We've really enjoyed having you here. Are you sure you have to leave?" Charlie asked Sisko. He loved having Sisko in the kitchen and enjoyed talking about cooking techniques with him.
"Unfortunately, I do. I'm going to be responsible for expanding the jump gate throughout the galaxy and conducting surveys into uncharted regions of space. It's a new universe, and I command the ship that's going to be at the forefront of so many discoveries," Sisko told them, now not quite as excited by the mission as he had once been.
"We're going to miss you. Don't forget to come home and see us from time to time. We don't want you forgetting about us," Liz told Sisko.
"I will never forget either of you. You've made me feel at home here, something I thought was impossible. You've allowed me to mourn my family and rediscover my passion for cooking. Being here with you has meant more to me than I can ever explain," Sisko said, with a hint of emotion in his voice.
"We're your family now, Ben. You'll always have a place here," Liz said, and Charlie nodded in support.
"Thank you. I promise that I will be back. Give me two years, and I will be back. You have my word. I want both of you to promise me to go to the Federation clinic if you even think that you're having health problems. You tell them that Captain Sisko has authorized whatever treatment you need."
"That's kind of you, but we don't need special treatment. We're simple people. We'll do fine," Charlie said to Sisko.
"Then do it for me. I just met you, and I would like to have as much time as possible with you."
"In that case, we'll do it."
"Good."
U.S.S. Enterprise – Ready Room
-Two days later-
Maxwell wanted to get this meeting over with as quickly as possible. It wasn't because he didn't want to meet with Sisko. He had been gone for just over a month, and Maxwell couldn't wait to see Maria and Jenny again. He also had his best buddies on extended shore leave, so he knew they planned a party for his return.
'15 minutes, tops,' Maxwell thought when he pressed the button to the ready room.
"Admiral Maxwell. Welcome back," Sisko said to Maxwell. Maxwell walked over and shook Sisko's hand.
"It's good to be back, Captain. Believe me. Did anything exciting happen while we were away?" Maxwell asked.
"Exciting, not so much. Interesting? Yes, you could say that, both personally and professionally," Sisko answered cryptically.
"I can relate. I met my family here. I'm considering asking Maria, the woman I met here, to marry me. I love her daughter as much as I loved my own kids. Hell, as far as I'm concerned, she is my kid. I never expected to meet someone like them," Maxwell offered, now even more anxious to end the meeting.
"I visited my father's restaurant in New Orleans right after you left. Of course, my father wasn't there, but I met the couple that owns the place. They helped me rediscover my passion for cooking while also helping me to deal with the loss of my family. They helped me to heal, even though I didn't know I needed to."
"Trust me; I've been there. I've been living with that pain for ten years. I was lucky enough to get help from some exceptional people since we've been here. I was in a very dark place for a long time. I'm glad that you've found happiness," Maxwell said as he sympathized with Sisko.
"It's still a process for me, but now I have hope and something to look forward to," Sisko said as he thought back to his promise to return in two years.
"Your experience supports my argument to Admiral Picard on the importance of Earth to our crews. Having our own colony is great, and I fully support it. However, it's not the same as being here."
"I agree with you. I'm looking forward to being able to live here permanently. Don't get me wrong; I'm extremely proud and honored to be in command of the Enterprise. However, my passion is in the kitchen. That's where my heart has always been, and being here has reminded me of that," Sisko told Maxwell.
Maxwell was interrupted before he could offer his thoughts.
"Suvol to Sisko."
"Sisko here. Go ahead."
"Captain, please report to the brig. We've captured a spy."
"I'm on the way."
"A spy? How?" Maxwell asked.
"I assume it's one of the telepaths we've brought on board."
"Makes sense. How many have asked for asylum so far?"
"80, with more showing up every day."
"Well, that would explain it. Do you mind if I join you, Captain?"
"Not at all. Follow me."
-Brig-
Maxwell and Sisko walked into the brig, where the commander was waiting for them.
"Commander Suvol. What's going on?" Sisko asked him.
"Captain, Admiral, the gentleman in the cell behind me lied on every question we've asked. Whoever he is, he's very well trained, though his organization obviously didn't know that we can easily detect deception."
"Understood. Let's go in and speak to this spy," Sisko said as they walked into the cell.
"Mr., whoever you are, I am Captain Sisko, and to my right are Vice Admiral Maxwell and Lt. Commander Suvol. According to the commander's report, it would appear that you have some explaining to do."
"Captain, I don't know what you're talking about. I answered all of the questions truthfully. Why am I still being detained?" the telepath asked, apparently confused.
"You, sir, are at a disadvantage. We possess many techniques that can detect deception, supplemented by the telepaths on our intelligence teams. You can't lie to us and expect to get away with it. Now that we understand each other, who are you, and whom do you work for?" Sisko asked him in a tone that left no doubt that he was not in the mood to play games.
Defeated, the telepath answered truthfully. "My name is Aleksander Czajka, and I am a member of Psi-Corps."
Sisko looked over at Suvol, who gave him an affirmative nod.
"Now we're getting somewhere. Why are you here? You obviously aren't defecting," Sisko asked Czajka.
"We don't mean you any harm, Captain. We simply wished to learn more about you and your telepaths. We know the dangers that untrained telepaths can cause, so we wanted to learn more to prepare for any possible problems."
"Why don't you try that again?" Suvol told Czajka as he looked up from his PADD.
"It's true that we don't mean you any harm. However, we're concerned about you offering asylum to blips. Psi-Corps exists to protect human telepaths, and you're disrupting the natural order."
"Ah, yes, control. I don't know what a blip is, but it's obvious that our presence here has the potential to disrupt the very existence of your organization. Well, here's the thing, if you had left us alone, we would've left you alone other than granting asylum to those who requested it. However, now, you've made a very dangerous enemy. Starfleet has a zero-tolerance policy regarding spies and saboteurs. Actions have consequences, and Psi-Corps and the Earth Alliance will have to pay the price. You'll be released to Psi-Corps once we've addressed this incident. I'll warn you now; you might not recognize Psi-Corps when we return you to Earth," Maxwell told Czajka, clearly angry that Psi-Corps had sent a spy.
"Please don't do this!" Czajka said, obviously afraid of the implications. He'd already failed his mission, which would have severe repercussions. However, the situation could become far worse if Starfleet went after the Corps. He could see that Psi-Corps would have a very difficult time against Starfleet and that he needed to try to contain the damage. "I accept full responsibility for this operation. There's no need to engage Psi-Corps directly. We can be powerful allies if you give us a chance. We're no threat to you."
"You're right; you aren't. I'm not interested in forming an alliance with your organization whose leader personally commissioned this mission, didn't he?" Maxwell asked, his expression unchanged.
Czajka didn't answer. He continued to look down at the table to avoid making eye contact with anyone.
"Your silence also gives us an answer. Your lips didn't move, but your body answered for you. We're very good at interrogations, and you and your organization are outclassed. Enjoy your stay. If you have anything else to share, inform the guards. I'll be in touch," Maxwell told Czajka as the Starfleet officers turned to leave the cell.
"What do you think, Admiral?" Sisko asked Maxwell.
"I think that Mr. Suvol should access everything from Psi-Corps systems. I want everything: names, contacts, missions; you name it. I plan to have a very serious conversation with the president. If I'm not satisfied with what she says, I will release everything we learn to the entire galaxy. Everyone needs to know everything about that horrible organization."
"Yes, Sir. I'll take care of it."
"Captain, let's return to your Ready Room. I want to contact the president."
"Yes, Sir."
-Ready Room-
45 minutes Later
"It's good to see you, Captain Maxwell. What can I do for you?"
"I would like to meet with you as soon as possible. There's been a situation, and I believe that we need to discuss this in person."
"I understand, Captain. I am in meetings for the rest of the day. Can we meet tomorrow?"
"Yes, Madam President. I will see you tomorrow. Maxwell, out."
"Captain, let's continue our discussion tomorrow if you don't mind."
"Not at all, Admiral. I'll be here."
Earth - San Antonio, Texas - O'Dell Home
-Later, Same Day-
Maxwell was transported down to the planet as soon as he left the Enterprise. As soon as he walked into the house, he was mobbed by Maria and Jenny. They stood in the foyer in a group embrace for several seconds before they broke the embrace.
"Ben! We've missed you so much!" Maria told Maxwell, tears still evident in her eyes.
"I've missed you too, more than I can explain," Maxwell said as he continued to hold Maria's hand. He then noticed that no one else was in the living area. Maxwell had expected a welcoming committee, so he was left a bit confused. "Where's Rose? I thought that she would be here too."
"She wanted to be, but I asked her to give us some time to talk," Maria said, her tone sounding a bit more serious than a few moments before.
"Oh, OK. Should I be worried?" Maxwell asked, who had now become somewhat concerned. If Maria and Jenny were here alone, that meant that they needed to have a private conversation. He didn't like the implications of such a conversation at all.
"I don't think so. Jenny and I have something to ask you. It's OK to say no, and we won't be mad. We don't want you to leave us, and I hope nothing changes."
Maxwell was very concerned now. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. 'To think that I was going to ask her to marry me,' Maxwell thought. He felt a little foolish now as he considered his current situation. "All right, I'm ready."
"Will you marry me?" Maria asked him as tears streamed down her face.
Maxwell laughed hysterically. "I thought you were breaking up with me. Yes! Yes!"
"Why would you think that?" Maria asked him with a surprised look on her face, though her eyes were still wet from the tears.
"You were being so serious, and I could tell that you were both nervous."
"You can be so silly sometimes. I would NEVER break up with you," Maria said, then she kissed him. "Jenny also has something to ask you." Maria turned to Jenny and told her. "Go ahead, honey. Now's your turn."
Jenny was nervous, as she seemed to look everywhere except into Maxwell's eyes. He reached out to her and held her hand in an attempt to calm her down. "It's OK. Go ahead and ask. There is nothing that you can say that would ever upset me."
Jenny calmed down slightly and then asked her question. "Mom said that I could ask you something. I've thought about it a lot, and I wanted to know if y'all get married, will you adopt me? Mom said you don't have to, but I want you to. Everyone at school said you weren't my real dad, and I want you to be my dad and no one else."
Maxwell began to cry as he was overwhelmed with emotion. "Yes, Jenny. I would love to adopt you." Maxwell gave them both a hug. "I don't believe this is happening. Not even in my wildest dreams that I think that I would meet someone as wonderful as you two. I will never be able to tell you how much you mean to me. This is one of the happiest days of my life. I've treasured every moment we've spent together like a family, never wanting those moments to end. Now, we'll be a family, officially. I don't know what else to say."
"You don't have to say anything. We were miserable before you arrived. Now, we're happy, very happy. I'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you."
"And I'm going to be a Starfleet captain just like you!"
"I would be honored, Jenny, truly honored."
"I've scheduled the wedding for the day after tomorrow, just in case you were delayed."
"You knew I was going to say yes?"
"I was hoping you would say yes."
"Should I wear my uniform?"
"You must! Without Starfleet, we would have never met. It must be a part of our story."
"I agree. Well, it looks like I need to find a best man and groomsmen."
"You should head over to Julio's. They've already gotten started."
"You don't say. When did you start planning this?"
"As soon as you told me you were leaving Betazed."
"Smart woman. That's one of the many reasons I love you, you too, Jenny."
"I try."
"Do you have anything to eat? I've been eating from the replicator for weeks now, and it just isn't as good as your cooking."
"Of course not. My food is made with love."
"That it is. That it is."
Earth - Earthdome – President's Office
-Next Day-
Luchenko stood in front of the windows of her office as she waited for her next appointment to arrive. She'd been the president of the Earth Alliance for a few months, and she'd grown to appreciate and enjoy the job, despite the challenges. Luchenko recently decided to shift her re-election campaign from running for a senate seat to now running for president. She already enjoyed solid name recognition due to her previous leadership role in the senate; however, she still needed a few signature wins to solidify her bid for the presidency. Her critics and detractors had attacked her relentlessly on ISN, accusing Luchenko of not doing enough to improve the quality of life for Earth Alliance citizens with the technology from Starfleet. She needed Maxwell and Starfleet's help if she was going to silence those voices and ensure her election victory.
Luchenko's chief of staff opened the door, and Maxwell walked in. "Madam President. It's good to see you again."
"Likewise, Captain Maxwell. You're wearing a different uniform," Luchenko observed.
"Yes. I've been promoted to the rank of Vice-Admiral, and I've been assigned as the Commandant of Starfleet Academy. I'll also be overseeing the refit of select alliance member shipyards to build Starfleet ships as well as leading the creation of Starfleet Academy."
"Congratulations on the promotion, Admiral. I'm happy to see you appropriately recognized for everything you've done for us here," Luchenko said, now confident that the man in front of her could help solidify her position and ensure her victory in the next election.
"Madam President, I had originally planned to discuss some exciting developments regarding Starfleet and Earth. However, we had an incident on the Enterprise yesterday that I believe requires your immediate attention."
"Oh my! What is it? Of course, I'll do anything within my power to assist you," Luchenko said, now very concerned. What could have happened on their ship that Earth could have caused? Earthforce?
"Thank you. I'm glad to hear that. We discovered a spy attempting to infiltrate our colony by posing as an asylum seeker. The person was, in fact, a Psi-Corps operative looking to collect intelligence on us. Please be advised that Starfleet has a zero-tolerance policy regarding spies and saboteurs. Actions against Starfleet have consequences, and this situation is no different."
"What are you saying, Admiral? Psi-Corps is an independent organization that makes its own decisions and is responsible for its actions," Luchenko informed Maxwell. The president of the Earth Alliance had never exercised direct control over Psi-Corps, not even Clark.
"Psi-Corps is a department of the Earth Alliance government. Therefore, you are responsible for its actions. As a consequence of this hostile action, I request that you make an Alliance-wide announcement that any telepath that wishes to seek asylum should proceed to the nearest Federation facility at their earliest convenience. Psi-Corps will not interfere. If they do, there will be severe repercussions that will significantly affect our working relationship," Maxwell said in a tone that left no doubt that he was serious and in no mood to compromise.
"Admiral, I thought Starfleet didn't concern itself with the internal affairs of sovereign governments. Also, don't you think that these actions are a bit extreme? Obviously, the person wasn't successful."
"We do concern ourselves when that sovereign government takes hostile action against us. Trust me when I say that I consider these actions the least I can do. If you refuse to honor my request, I will immediately suspend access to Starfleet medical facilities, and I will rescind the offer I am planning to present to you today. I will respect whatever choice you make."
This wasn't the conversation Luchenko expected to have with Maxwell. The loss of the medical facilities would end her presidential aspirations, and her critics would see to it that she would never hold another elected office again. "Admiral, I didn't know about the Psi-Corps operation. It's also not fair to penalize everyone for the mistakes of a few," Luchenko said as she tried to minimize the damage.
"Your government is responsible for Psi-Corps. As I said, actions have consequences."
"Then there isn't much of a decision, is there? I will accept your terms. I'll have to meet with my cabinet to discuss what further action we should take regarding Psi-Corps."
"Good. I also want to let you know that we have collected extensive intelligence on Psi-Corps. We have detailed information on their entire operation. I also want a formal, public apology from Psi-Corps leadership, or I will release this information to ISN and the entire galaxy. If they attempt another operation against Starfleet, I will shut them down, and any ongoing relationship between our two governments will be severely damaged, despite the help you've committed to providing to our colony. I won't tolerate spying operations against Starfleet, period."
Luchenko didn't appreciate Maxwell's tone or the demands he'd made. If the person seated in front of her had been anyone else, she would have thrown them out of her office. However, this situation was very different, and they both knew it. Luchenko was the president of the Earth Alliance, yet she was the junior member in negotiations with a small organization that consisted of 10,000 members. Luchenko was frustrated and angry, but her path forward was obvious.
"I understand, Admiral. I will handle this personally. I want you to know that I didn't know about Psi-Corp's activities against you, and if I had known, I would have put a stop to it."
"I recognize that, Madam President. Otherwise, we wouldn't be having this conversation. On a more positive note, there is another reason I wanted to meet with you today. I've been authorized to offer the Earth Alliance the opportunity to be the first to have your shipyards refit to support the building of Starfleet ships. As I've previously mentioned, the ships will be first-generation Starfleet ships and not our current ships of the line. However, they'll still be far more capable than any current warship in your fleet."
"Our shipyards are owned and managed by external defense contractors, not Earthforce. Will that pose a problem?"
"I'm afraid so. Any agreements that we have will be between The United Federation of Planets and the Earth Alliance, not between us and any 3rd party, even if they act on your behalf. We can't risk our technology being misused under any circumstances, and we aren't interested in negotiating your legal system if the 3rd party violates the terms of our agreement. I want you to understand that you are under no obligation to enter into an agreement with us. Your alliance membership is not contingent on an agreement with us; however, if you want access to Starfleet warships, you are required to sign an agreement. The shipyard refit, and access to Starfleet warships, require a separate agreement that you may accept or decline."
"What happens if we don't refit our shipyards?"
"It will take longer for you to add Starfleet-built ships to your fleet as contributions to the alliance fleet, assuming that you choose to purchase the ships. You may, of course, continue to contribute ships from your standard fleet without any conditions or separate agreement with Starfleet."
"I'm sure that we can work something out, Admiral. Give me until tomorrow to confirm the arrangements."
"OK. Contact me when you've made your decision."
"Thank you. Maybe now isn't the best time to ask, but I would also like to ask you about the possibility of expanding your clinics. The response has been overwhelmingly positive, as I'm sure you already know. You've helped so many people and given hope to those who otherwise didn't have any. I would like to expand the clinics planetwide, if possible. Everyone deserves access to your advanced technology. Can't you at least give us access to your medicines and provide training for our doctors?" Luchenko asked Maxwell, almost pleading with him.
Maxwell shook his head. "I'm sorry, but it's not that simple. My chief medical officer has informed me that your doctors will require significant retraining in modern medicine to utilize the full suite of our medical services. You don't even have the technology to manufacture most of the drugs yourself or have access to the necessary ingredients. If we simply gave you the drugs, we may do more harm than good."
"What can we do to train our doctors? I'm willing to commit all necessary resources to make it happen."
"I'm afraid that's not a priority right now. I have to focus on training crews for the alliance fleet, including doctors. Maybe in a few months, we can train your doctors in basic first aid, which will perhaps be enough for them to administer some of our medicines. However, you would still need access to manufacturing facilities, and I'm not ready to provide the Earth Alliance access to replicator technology."
"What's a replicator?" Luchenko asked because she didn't understand why this device would impact Maxwell's ability to give them medical support.
"It's a device that's capable of transforming pure energy into almost any inanimate object. It can also transform matter from one form into another. We use replicators to create everything from food, clothes, medicines, and spare parts."
"Incredible! I've never heard of anything like that. Do you have one of these devices on your ship?"
"My ship has hundreds. Each crew quarters have one, and they are also installed in most other compartments throughout the ship. We also have industrial replicators that we use for replicating large items."
"I don't understand. Why can't you give us one? You have more than enough to spare one, I'm sure," Luchenko asked as she hoped to appeal to Maxwell's humanity.
"It's a matter of trust, not capability. A replicator, though ubiquitous technology in our society, greatly exceeds your current technology level. The temptation for one of your people, or corporations, to dismantle and attempt to reverse-engineer a replicator would be too great. I can't allow that," Maxwell said, dashing Luchenko's hopes. However, she persisted. This was too important to drop.
"Admiral, we've completed a thorough investigation of the Clark regime. Clark and his cabinet have all been convicted, and we've recently filed charges on several others. Everyone who provided material support to Clark will be held accountable. What more must we do to prove to you that we are trustworthy?"
"It takes time to build trust; surely you understand that. This business with Psi-Corps doesn't do your cause any favors either. Everything you've done to date has given us confidence that you are on the right path. Otherwise, we wouldn't be here. Earth was the first to benefit from a Federation embassy. Earth was also the first to benefit from a Starfleet medical clinic. Earth will be the first to benefit from the first location of Starfleet Academy if you allow it as well as the first to benefit from Starfleet capable shipyards. We wouldn't be doing any of these things if we didn't believe in you. But we feel that we must be deliberate in our approach. We must be sure that the conditions that gave rise to Clark have been appropriately addressed."
Luchenko had calmed somewhat upon hearing Maxwell's explanation. She still intensely disliked not controlling this relationship with Starfleet, but she saw no way to move the Earth Alliance into the dominant position. Earth had virtually nothing to offer them, and she couldn't afford for them to leave.
"I hadn't realized that, Admiral. Thank you. We will continue to be patient. You're making an effort to help us, even if it's not at the pace we'd like. I do want to remind you that you and your people are welcome to settle on Earth at any time. Humanity is stronger together than apart; surely you must see this?"
"You're still proceeding under the assumption that Starfleet is solely a human organization, which it isn't. Even if we were, our presence here would most likely be disruptive. Besides, the presence of organizations such as Psi-Corps would cause problems between us. The things we've learned about that organization and how they treat Earth Alliance citizens are beyond unacceptable. We won't tell you how to run your government; however, their existence, and like organizations, will ultimately prevent us from becoming closer than we could become.
On a more positive note, in the spirit of friendship, I would like to invite you and your staff to attend my wedding, which is scheduled for this Friday. Don't feel as though there is an obligation to attend, and your decision will have no impact on our ongoing negotiations."
"Admiral, I would be honored. Where is it taking place? On your ship or your new colony?"
"Neither. Right here on Earth, San Antonio, to be precise. My fiancé and her daughter live there, and they're both Earth Alliance citizens. As you can see, I have a vested interest in seeing Earth succeed. My family lives here, and I plan to live here one day. Don't mistake our actions for lack of interest. That's simply not true. The Federation has years of experience dealing with the fallout from giving societies access to advanced technologies before they're ready. The results are never good."
"I, for one, trust you, Admiral, especially now knowing that you are marrying someone from Earth. I also understand your concerns, but my administration will see to it that your every need is considered, even your non-human crew members. You have my word."
"Madam President, we have a responsibility to all of our people to maintain our independence. However, several of us would one day like to live here but, as I said, are troubled by an organization like Psi-Corps. That organization represents everything we stand against, and we will not allow any of our crew members to be subjected to it. If you are serious about any of us settling here, then Psi-Corps, and organizations like it, must be dissolved."
"I understand, Admiral. It would appear that there is still a lot of work to be done."
"Indeed, there is, Madam President. Thank you for your time. I'll see myself out."
Earth – Earthdome – Press Room
-Later, same day-
"Good afternoon. My name is General Greg Fitzpatrick, and I'm the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Earthforce. I decided to call this press conference because I needed to address the anxiety many people have experienced since Clark's fall and the arrival of Starfleet. Many people, myself included, have been very concerned and, frankly, frightened by the presence of powerful warships in Earth orbit, knowing that Earthforce would be powerless to stop them if there was an attack. Most of us didn't understand why now Admiral Maxwell and the others hadn't joined Earthforce. They are human, and Earth is humanity's home.
Admiral Maxwell told us that we couldn't be trusted and when he said that, I was furious. Despite our recent history with Clark, who is he to say that we can't be trusted? Earthforce is one of the most respected militaries in the galaxy. Clark is gone, and the previous Earthforce leadership has been replaced. There was no reason to say that we couldn't be trusted.
I was wrong. The other chiefs and I have recently experienced an event that changed our perspectives. Earthforce is not ready for the responsibility of having access to technology as advanced as Starfleet's. One day, I firmly believe that we will be. I've said this to the members of Earthforce, and I will repeat it now, Starfleet represents the future of Earthforce. I've been humbled by seeing fellow humans wield such power responsibly. Humanity is now the most technologically advanced race in the galaxy, with the most powerful warships surpassing even the Minbari. One day, when we're united, all of humanity with benefit. In the meantime, I've asked Captain Sisko and Admiral Maxwell to assist us in developing the maturity and standards necessary to utilize such technology responsibility. When we're ready, the Earth Alliance and Earthforce will be the envy of the entire galaxy.
Are there any questions?"
"General, what happened for you to change your opinion so dramatically? And, what do you mean that Earthforce would be powerless to stop them?"
"We were invited to the Enterprise to participate in a simulation of the final battle they fought before they arrived here. When I tell you that this simulation felt real, it's not an exaggeration. It was far, far beyond any virtual reality simulation I've ever experienced. The bridge shook; there was smoke; it felt completely real. Several of us tried to take command of the battle after watching how then Captain Picard won the battle. Each of us failed badly. The ship moved much faster than anything we've ever seen, plus the weapons had significantly more range and power than Earthforce ships. I knew then that we weren't ready to have that ship join us. The temptation to use that power to dominate the other races would be too great, plus the other races might be compelled to declare war on us because they would fear the overwhelming technological advantage we'd gain. With Picard and the others in Earthforce, we could dominate everyone, including the Minbari. I have tremendous respect for the commanders of those ships. When I tell you that they could have conquered the galaxy, I'm not exaggerating. No fleet, not even the Minbari, would be able to challenge them. We would've lost most of the Earthforce fleet if we'd been forced to fight them."
"Oh, my! What if they join someone else? Wouldn't that put us in danger?"
"No. They're human and want to be here with us. We have to build trust with them and then demonstrate that we can handle such power and technology responsibly. They won't join anyone else. I would hate to think what Clark could have done if he had access to those warships.
That's all for today. Thank you."
Earth - Earthdome – Presidential Conference Room
-Next day-
Luchenko wasn't looking forward to this conversation. Defense contractors had been among her most prominent donors and supporters, and she knew that she would need significantly more money if she were to mount a successful presidential campaign. She needed to explain her position without alienating them, a task that she had no idea how to accomplish.
"Thank you all for coming. I'll get right to the point. EarthGov would like to purchase the shipyards around Earth from each of you. We've been given an opportunity that would make Earthforce the strongest military in the galaxy, and we must seize the opportunity now," Luchenko told the assembled defense contractors.
"Madam President, this is most irregular and, frankly, unprecedented. Why would you propose a thing?" the C.E.O. of Rocketdyne asked.
"The United Federation of Planets has offered to refit our shipyards to support the building of Starfleet warships, which, if you didn't know, are vastly superior to every other warship in the galaxy. However, they will only refit the shipyards if they are under the direct control of EarthGov and not a 3rd party."
"I must object," another defense contractor interjected. "We've provided shipbuilding services to various Earth governments for well over 300 years. There is no reason to change that now. We continue to meet our commitments as defined in our contracts. Why would this be any different?"
"They prefer to work with us directly. Starfleet has no interest in becoming entangled in our legal system in case its technology is misused. They are very particular when it comes to their technology. I can't stress this enough," Luchenko said.
"We are more than willing to enter into a legal arrangement with them to address any concerns they might have. We are quite capable of safeguarding their technology. We already perform that service for Earthforce, and they would be no different," the C.E.O. of Rocketdyne said without concern.
"Their technology is significantly more advanced than anything Earthforce, or even the Earth Alliance has. However, that's beside the point. The point is if we want access to advanced Starfleet warships, we can either build them ourselves in Earth Alliance-owned shipyards or we wait for Starfleet to build the ships on our behalf. The Joint Chiefs and I are in agreement that we want to build the ships ourselves. We can't afford to fall behind the other races, and Admiral Maxwell is not willing to compromise, unfortunately."
"Allow us to talk to him. I'm sure that we can come to an agreement," another contractor said to Luchenko.
"The answer is no. Trust me; we've tried. This point is non-negotiable. Will you sell us the shipyards, or will we be forced to build new ones?" Luchenko asked. She realized that she had to force concessions from the contractors, even if it impacted her campaign funding. According to her calculus, Earth Alliance security and the ability to build Starfleet warships outweighed any loss in campaign funding.
"If we do this, I expect us to be compensated beyond the value of the shipyard itself. I also expect you to retain our current staffing levels plus maintain our existing agreements to sell Earthforce warships," the C.E.O. of Rocketdyne said, as he didn't want to lose the lucrative Omega destroyer contract, among others.
"I'm sorry, but that won't be possible. Starfleet ship construction is largely automated, only requiring manual intervention to complete final assembly and qualification of systems, tasks that no one in the Earth Alliance is qualified to perform," Luchenko told the group.
"Wait a minute! Does this mean that Earthforce won't be purchasing new ships from us?"
"We'll continue to purchase non-combat support ships and warships already under construction, at least for the foreseeable future. Otherwise, no. Why would we buy warships based on obsolete technology? There is nothing you can offer that can remotely compete with Starfleet."
The contractors exchanged looks amongst themselves. When they walked in, they assumed that they would be discussing plans to build new warships based on the Enterprise and Phoenix. Every Earth defense contractor studied the ships in orbit and couldn't wait to exploit and sell the latest technology to Earthforce. Now, they were being told that they would be left out, and none of them were happy. "This decision will lead to significant job losses. What do you plan to do about that?"
"I plan to meet with the senate to discuss our options. Maybe we'll continue to build Omegas in the interim, but they will be placed directly into the reserve fleet. I will inform you once the decision is made. However, I need your decision on the shipyard sale today. I understand the financial implications of this decision, but we must consider the security of the Earth Alliance. Those warships, without question, will ensure our continued survival and more," Luchenko said. From the looks of most in the room, she realized that they had come to the same conclusions as she had. Nothing was ever going to be the same. Clark was gone, but with the arrival of Starfleet, everything had changed. Everyone in the room had been accustomed to being in control, a control that was now fleeting.
"We can agree to the sale in principle today, with the details to be determined before we finalize the contracts. However, this agreement does bring up another question. When is Starfleet going to join Earthforce? You've publicly stated they would be joining, and I expected to have that conversation here. What's the delay?" the C.E.O. of Rocketdyne asked.
"Clark's actions have cost us a great deal of credibility and trust, and it's taking significantly more time than I anticipated to convince them to join us."
"Well, Madam President, I think you should know that we expect this favor to be returned once they've joined. Do we understand each other?"
"Of course. We've always maintained a strong relationship, and I would like to see it continue."
"Good. I think that I speak for all of us here so that we can proceed with the sale. You'll have the contracts on your desk by tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, gentlemen. Good day."
Earth - Earthdome – Presidential Conference Room
-A few hours later-
Luchenko assembled her entire cabinet, including the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, to participate in today's meeting. She had already made her decisions; however, Luchenko wanted everyone to know what she decided and why.
"I've brought you here today to discuss a serious problem. I spoke with Admiral Maxwell this morning, and he informed me that they captured a Psi-Corps spy attempting to pass themselves off as an asylum seeker."
Magnus Dalmarson responded immediately to Luchenko's statement. "Madam President, he wasn't a spy. Since Admiral Maxwell refused to give us the coordinates to Betazed, I decided to pursue another option to establish diplomatic relations with the planet. We had no plans to conduct spying operations against Starfleet."
Luchenko gave Dalmarson a stern look to convey that she wasn't pleased with his explanation. "Unfortunately, Maxwell didn't see it that way. I was told, and I quote, that Starfleet has a zero-tolerance policy regarding spies and saboteurs. If we want to retain a positive diplomatic relationship with them, then we must accept his demands."
"Demands, Madam President?" the Secretary of State asked, visibly angry. "With all due respect, who does he think he is? We are one of the strongest governments in the galaxy. We don't accept demands from anyone."
"Those were my initial thoughts until I was informed of just how much we stood to lose by not accepting his demands. We stand to lose everything: access to any and all Starfleet technology and services. Those losses would include the loss of Starfleet medical facilities and the new offer to build Starfleet warships in our shipyards. While we are strong now, how long will it take for us to fall behind all of the Alliance members? There are over two dozen member races, and they will all have access to Starfleet technology in one way or the other. We would fall behind within a year and be completely outclassed within five years by my crude estimates. We might still qualify as a galactic power by the number of colonies we have, but that would be all. By any other measure, we'll be an inferior, second-rate power, at best. I am reluctant to admit it, but we're not in a strong position when it comes to negotiating with Starfleet."
"What was his demand, Madam President, and why did he ask you instead of Psi-Corps?" General Fitzpatrick asked as he eyed Dalmarson with suspicion.
"It's simple, really," Luchenko looked directly at Dalmarson, then continued with her answer. "Psi-Corps was created by EarthGov and, therefore, I am ultimately responsible for its actions," she paused for a moment to emphasize her point, then she continued. "As for the demand, actually, there are two. First, I am required to broadcast to the entire Earth Alliance that anyone with telepathic abilities that wish to remove themselves from Psi-Corps influence and supervision should travel to a Federation facility as soon as possible. Psi-Corps will not interfere with anyone attempting to seek asylum."
Dalmarson was not happy. It took all of his self-control not to slam his hands against the table. "Madam President, respectfully, I strongly object. Do you have any idea of the type of impact this will have on the Corps? We could potentially lose our brightest and strongest minds. Is that what you want?"
Luchenko never liked Dalmarson, so she took some enjoyment from his emotional stress. If the situation wasn't so serious, she might have openly mocked him. "It's funny that you should mention that because I'm coming to the second demand. Psi-Corps will offer a public apology to Starfleet for the failed spying attempt. If you refuse to do so, he will expose your entire organization. He apparently has complete intelligence on Psi-Corps operations, personnel, and other related information. He will expose everything he has to the entire galaxy unless you comply."
Dalmarson stood up; his face became as red as fire as he was overcome by rage and shouted. "We can't let him get away with this! This is a declaration of war!"
Luchenko stared at Dalmarson and said to him calmly, "If it is, then you started it. You had no business attempting to send an operative under covert means to their ship under false pretenses. Not only that, I have no intention of starting a war I know we can't win. Militarily we have absolutely no chance against them, and, given the fact that they have complete access to all of your information, they are clearly very well-versed with intelligence gathering and electronic warfare. Think for a moment, who would aid us in a war against Starfleet?" Luchenko asked rhetorically.
"Where does this leave us? What are our next steps?" Luchenko's chief of staff asked.
"I'll issue the apology and extend the offer to all Earth Alliance telepaths. Magnus, you will offer a public apology for your role in this fiasco. If you refuse, I'll replace you with someone who will," Luchenko said in a tone that left no doubt that she intended to carry out her threat. "There is also another point of contention that I have with Psi-Corps. Maxwell told me that as long as Psi-Corps is allowed to exist, they will never join us."
"What!" Fitzpatrick roared. He already hated Dalmarson due to his arrogant attitude and superiority complex. Now, to be told that he stood in the way of Earthforce and Starfleet coming together was almost too much for him to handle. "I didn't think we were that close. So, Psi-Corps is standing in the way of humanity taking its rightful place as the strongest race in the galaxy?" Fitzpatrick asked as he stared directly at Dalmarson.
"That, and the fallout from Clark. That wound is still too fresh, I'm afraid," Luchenko said. She decided to keep her response short to calm emotions in the now volatile conference room.
"Don't blame us," Dalmarson shot back, now on the defensive. "We provide a necessary service to protect the public from telepathic intrusions and to protect telepaths from hurting themselves."
Luchenko looked at Dalmarson with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe there's a better way to do that than what you're currently doing. Regardless, the days of Psi-Corps are numbered. I won't let your organization stand in the way of our unification with Maxwell and his people if I can do anything about it."
"Are you disbanding Psi-Corps, Madam President?" Dalmarson asked, his confidence weakened by the president's words.
"No, not right now. However, you have been warned. I strongly suggest you begin immediate reforms before I'm forced to take more drastic actions."
"Madam President, I must ask you to reconsider. We've existed for over 100 years and have provided, and continue to provide, valuable services to the Earth Alliance. There is no reason to disband the Corps over a simple misunderstanding," Dalmarson said, now humbled. Dalmarson was never humble about anything. Now, he was forced to fight for the very survival of the corps, and it scared him.
"You should be happy that she's the president. If it were my decision, I would pull the plug immediately. If you'd seen what I have seen on the Enterprise, you'd understand," Fitzpatrick said, still angry at Dalmarson.
"Magnus, consider what I've said. I expect you to join me when I make my announcement later today. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Madam President."
"Thank you, everyone. That will be all for today."
Earth - San Antonio, Texas - O'Dell Home
-Late afternoon-
Maxwell, Maria, and Jenny were seated around the dining room table. Rose dismissed herself minutes earlier to run some errands, which left the three of them alone. Jenny told Ben about her day at school. Her popularity had dramatically increased after Maxwell's presentation during Bring Your Parent to School Day, and she enjoyed every minute of it. As soon as Jenny completed her story, Maria jumped in and changed the subject.
"Ben, Jenny, and I wanted to talk to you before our big day tomorrow," Maria said to Maxwell. He could tell that she was nervous, so he hoped she hadn't had second thoughts about the marriage.
"OK. Is there anything wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong. We wanted to make sure that you were completely comfortable with getting married. I just kind of sprung it on you and put you under a lot of pressure to say yes. I shouldn't have done that. If you don't want to get married, that's fine. We're not going anywhere, and we're willing to wait. Isn't that right, Jenny?" Jenny simply nodded her head, not happy that her mother was willing to cancel the wedding. She'd told everyone at school that her mom was getting married and that Ben was going to be her real father. Jenny didn't want to face her classmates if her mom didn't marry Maxwell.
"I don't know what to say. Thanks for thinking about me and my feelings, that's why I love you both so much, but your concern is unnecessary. There is nothing that I want more than for us to become a family. I'm afraid that you're both stuck with me." Maxwell said as a smile appeared on his lips.
Jenny jumped out of her seat and hugged Maxwell. "Thanks, Ben! I love you! I told you, Mom! I told you!"
"I love you too, Jenny, always," Maxwell said as he returned the embrace. "Before I forget, I hope you don't mind, but I invited a few more guests to the wedding," Maxwell said to Maria.
"No, I don't mind," Maria said. She'd assumed that Maxwell would want to invite some of his crew to the wedding. "Out of curiosity, who did you invite?"
"The President of the Earth Alliance and the Joint Chiefs of Earthforce."
"What!?" Maria asked, with a shocked look on her face.
Maxwell was surprised by her reaction. 'Maybe I should have asked her first,' he thought. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be a problem. I'll contact them and tell them not to come."
"You'll do no such thing! I'm just surprised, that's all. I never imagined that the President would be at my wedding. I sometimes forget how important you are," Maria said as tears began to flow down her cheeks.
Maxwell reached out and held her hand, then smiled at her. "Funny, I don't consider myself important. I just have an important job, that's all."
"Sure..."
There was a knock at the door. Maria looked at the door and sighed. "That must be Julio and Alex. Those two always had such bad timing. I see some things never change."
"I could always stay here with two. We can have a quiet family night," Maxwell suggested.
Maria shook her head. "No, you go out and have a good time. I told Alex that if he doesn't bring you back, I'm going to make him pay."
"Good. Well, wish me luck," Maxwell said as he stood up and walked out of the front door.
Earth – San Antonio - John T. Floore's Country Store
-Later that evening-
Martinez, O'Dell, and Maxwell sat at the same table where they had their first drinks together. Instead, this time, they were at the actual bar instead of the holodeck recreation on the Phoenix. It took Maxwell a few minutes to become comfortable with where he was and why he was there in the first place.
"Thanks, guys, for bringing me here. This place brings back so many memories," Maxwell told his wingmen for the evening. He looked down at the Jim Beam in his glass and marveled that it wasn't from the replicator or his native Earth. Yet, it tasted just as good.
"Don't mention it. This is your night, and I thought that we should relive our first drink together: just the three of us," Martinez said as he took a sip of his drink. O'Dell nodded in agreement.
"To think that I met both of my wives here…." Maxwell said as he began to stare off into space, lost in his thoughts.
"What do you mean?" Martinez asked. He already knew the story of Maxwell's first wife, but a second?
Maxwell's attention returned to Martinez. "If you hadn't reached out to me for help, I wouldn't have met you guys. I would hate to think about what condition Alex would be in right now based on what I've seen of Earth's medical technology, and it goes without saying that without the two of you, I wouldn't have met Maria and Jenny. I can never thank you guys enough for what you've done for me. You've given me my life back and helped give me hope when I didn't have any."
O'Dell put his hand on Maxwell's shoulder and said, "Man, that's just what family does. We're all family here. None of us would be here today without each other."
"Alex is right. We were there for each other when we needed help. It's been that way from day one and will continue to be for the rest of our lives. Anyway, Ben, I hope that you brought some of those anti-hangover pills. You're going to need them. They don't serve that fake stuff here," Martinez said as he raised his glass.
Maxwell tapped the left pocket on his shirt. "Oh, yeah. You better believe I came prepared. Let's do this," he said, then proceeded to finish his glass.
Betazed – Ruin Expedition
A convoy of a dozen vehicles left the Betazed University just after dawn. As the first expedition of its kind ever attempted on Betazed, there was no shortage of volunteers to participate in the site's excavation. The site chosen wasn't the closest to the capital city; however, it was selected due to the importance of one individual. Everyone acknowledged that without him, this expedition wouldn't have been possible.
Gam sat in the rear of one of the vehicles as it navigated the rugged terrain. Remnants of the previous road network remained, but centuries of neglect had allowed nature to reclaim the roads, resulting in challenging travel. The convoy traveled through former towns and cities that they encountered on their route. The mood was somber among the team after they discovered an enormous crater directly in their path. Gam informed everyone that the large crater was once one of Betazed's most prominent cities. Hundreds of thousands would have been killed instantly from the attack.
The anticipated two-hour trip ultimately required more than four, their progress impeded by the rough terrain and needed detours. They finally approached the outskirts of their destination, Gam's home village.
The convoy stopped in front of the largest remaining structure. The building was two stories tall, with all stone structures with a dome roof. The building appeared to be largely intact, though various types of vegetation had grown around the building. Other nearby structures hadn't fared so well. Many had collapsed or were in various states of disrepair.
Everyone disembarked from the vehicles and began to walk around the area that had once been the town square. Each of the Betazoids looked around in wonder as they reflected upon the town's historical significance and the number of lives lost to history.
"Libbon, are you all right?" Governor Utunik asked Gam, who appeared to be deep in thought.
Gam stood as still as a statue as he stared at the town hall. He had trouble reconciling the building in front of him with the one he was familiar with. "I will be. It's not what I expected."
"What were you expecting?" Utunik asked, the concern evident in his voice.
Gam turned to look at Utunik; his eyes were shiny from tears. "I was hoping for the village to be more intact. That was foolish considering that it hasn't been maintained for ten centuries."
Utunik put his hand on Gam's shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. "There's nothing foolish about that. Everyone needs hope, regardless of circumstance. It's too soon to lose hope. Come, let's continue."
The crews spent the next 90 minutes establishing a base camp while also completing initial survey scans. Moments later, analysis of the sensor results confirmed that the old town hall was safe to enter. The lead crew approached the main entrance and forced the lock open. The team walked in, with Gam and the second crew right behind them.
Gam and Utunik walked over to the nearest window while others spread out to examine the building.
"What do you think about this?" Utunik asked Gam as he studied the torn pieces of cloth surrounding the windows.
Gam examined the window with his tricorder, and the results confirmed his hypothesis. "It looks like someone tried to seal the windows and doors. It would have become challenging to breathe during and after the attack. The dust content alone would have made breathing virtually impossible. It's unlikely that they were able to make this area safe for very long."
Utunik walked over to the window and picked up a piece of very brittle cloth. "I can't imagine what they went through, trying everything possible to survive. Our people were slaughtered over a war we had no part in! Is it possible that anyone could have survived?"
"Only if they were able to get deep underground. The problem after that would have been finding food. It's possible but unlikely," Gam said as he turned to look at Utunik.
"We'll have to instruct our people to look for survivors. I know it's improbable, but even if there is a remote chance, we should try," Utunik said as he wiped a tear from his right eye.
"I agree. Our sensors can detect life signs several meters below the surface, but the range is limited depending on certain elements in the soil. We'll focus our search area on covering a small radius to give ourselves the best chance for success."
"That's a good plan. Come, it looks like the others have found something. Let's take a look," Utunik said as he walked over to the first team lead.
Teams one and two continued their search of the hall, while teams three and four focused on the ruined structures in the surrounding area. Gam followed though he appeared to be lost in his thoughts.
Betazed – Troi Manor
-Next day, late evening-
Dinner was always a family affair at Troi Manor, though tonight included a guest. Troi had invited Gam to dine with the family as a means to offer him support. She could tell that he had been severely impacted by what he saw during the expedition. However, he'd refused to speak about it and pretended that nothing had changed. Troi knew him better than that and intended to get him to talk about his experience.
Troi and Gam walked into the library and sat down on the sofa. Gam looked a bit uncomfortable, Troi thought, though he had no reason to be so. 'This may take a while,' she thought.
"Libbon, now that we're alone, why don't you tell me how you are feeling after everything you experienced yesterday? You're obviously troubled by the experience, even if you refuse to acknowledge it."
Gam sighed. He needed to talk about his feelings, and there was no one he trusted more than Troi. "Honestly? I'm not sure. I don't know what I was expecting to find there. Maybe, I was hoping that someone could have survived, despite the odds. Once I saw the village, that hope disappeared. I hadn't realized just how much it meant to have actual family members here until I went there, hoping to find my family and not just the names of my distant ancestors in an old, dusty book."
Troi reached out and held Gam's hand to offer him support. "I'm so sorry, Libbon. I didn't realize you felt that way. You seemed so happy for me but indifferent about finding any of your surviving family members here. I'm sorry for not supporting you more."
"There's nothing to apologize for, Deanna. You didn't know, and neither did I. Walking into town felt like a living nightmare. The town hall and square were a vandalized version of the home I knew. I'm glad that Enken was there with me. I realized right then that I was going to need the support of my family and friends more than I realized. Maybe, one day, I'll go back. But, right now, I'm not ready."
"I understand, more than you know. Just know that we're here to support you, all of us. You're not alone. I'll speak with Grand, but I don't doubt that she would welcome you into our family. I'll insist on it."
"Thanks, Deanna, but Enken has already extended an offer to me and made it clear that he wouldn't accept no for an answer. You are a Troi, regardless of whether you wear a Starfleet uniform or not. I noticed it the first time I met you. You belong here, and I don't. Like you, I'll find my path. After today, it has become a bit clearer. I just need more time."
"You take all of the time you need. Remember, when, not if, you need help, just ask."
"I will. Thanks, Deanna, for everything."
"That's what friends are for. My door is always open, and so is the door to this manor. You're always welcome here. In fact, why don't you stay for a few days? We'll be happy to have you here."
"Thanks, Deanna, but Enken and his family are expecting me. If things don't work out with him, you'll be the first person I'll talk to."
"OK. See you tomorrow, then?"
"Yes. I'll be in the office at my normal time. Let's meet for lunch if you're available."
"Of course, I am. I'll see you then. Take care, Libbon."
"Thank you, Deanna, for everything."
"Anytime."
