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Fractured Foundations - Part 2

Posted on Thu Oct 1st, 2020 @ 9:53am by Commander Bianca Caselli & Commander Mark Bawden & Commander Ayla Bawden & Lieutenant Commander Andromeda Lightfeather 'Andi' & Lieutenant Commander Zan Luthar & Major Samantha Snyder & Lieutenant Midori Kimoto & Lieutenant Acacia Thomas & Lieutenant Nimeeh Vixil & Lieutenant Skovik cha Silask & Amber Omier Dr & Fleet Captain William Hood & Lieutenant Amélie D'Aramitz
Edited on on Thu Oct 1st, 2020 @ 9:54am

Mission: Broken

Amélie's gasp was easily heard over the silence that had fallen over the room. "What's the emergency evacuation capacity of the ship?" she asked, looking toward Fleet Captain Hood. "We can launch shuttles and fighters, we can make space, Sir, we can't let them just die!"

Nim looked down at her hands, colour draining from her face as she shook her head slightly. "Prime directive beats out emotion, even if it is morally wrong."

Andi was shocked at this news but looked at the officer who inquired about evacuation "sadly the doctor is correct Lieutenant D'Aramitz General Order One is there for a reason and I quote "No starship may interfere with the normal development of any alien life or society" sadly these events fall under that directive as sad as it may be our hands are tied, but we do not have to like it" Lightfeather answered.

Ayla felt a sharp stab of compassion of a mother towards the young of the doomed planet as it was drifting out of its orbit towards its demise. Her eyes narrowed and her tail grip on Mark's closest thigh tighten a bit.

"Wow, hang on. You mean that we have the largest starship ever constructed by Starfleet, with more than enough room to evacuate those people and we are just going to watch them die??" Mark chipped in. "We are supposed to be civilised, enlightened, we call ourselves advanced and cultured with morals and doing what's right.....when did we stop that?"

Mark took a breath. "You're right, we don't have to like it, but we do have to do what's right and watching them slowly die, women, children, that's wrong in every step of the scale."

Sam found herself for the first time in a senior staff meeting as the department head. It was a little unnerving at first, some were veterans of the position, she was but one of the new ones. Hearing what was said painted a lousy picture and she had to agree with what Commander Bawden had just said.

Amélie's hands moved to rest over the flat of her stomach. "It's inhuman," she said, her voice wavering. "I don't care what the prime directive says, it's immoral and unethical to leave these people just die if we can help them. Are there any other planets nearby that have a similar environment? Could we relocate them somewhere else?"

Nim glanced around the table. The heaviness of the mood that had descended over them was obvious. "Captain, I would like to file my formal objection," she said quietly. "I took an oath to save lives. This, standing by watching while an entire race and civilisation is annihilated goes against everything I stand for." Pushing her chair back from the conference table, she stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I have people to heal, or is Starfleet going to stop me from doing that next?" the bitterness in her voice was obvious as she stepped around her chair and started for the door.

"Sit down Doctor," Hood spoke, his voice commanding yet with a hint of tiredness but not from weariness but of the situation he'd spent considerable time debating with Starfleet Command.

"I don't think I need to remind everyone present of the inherent dangers and consequences of interference." Will sighed knowing he'd gone over this very topic with Command on more than one occasion. "Just because we can do a thing, doesn't mean we should do said thing." He added cryptically.

"Time and time again history has demonstrated the consequences of those interfering in the natural evolution of a species. Or a greater more powerful species have taken what another has because it could. Who are we to say what is right for these people?" Will stood up and started to pace. "We are pushing our own ideas, our own morals of what is right and wrong onto these people."

"We know nothing about these people, what if to them this moment is divine? Or if to them this is prophecy? Or their beliefs have played a part?" Will asked. "Is it then our right to refuse them that because we believe its wrong?" Turning to Nim he added. "Doctor, you are under oath to heal true, but you are also under oath to do no harm. If you have a patient who is injured or dying and they refuse treatment even if it leads to death, you are under oath to respect that, anything else would violate the oath you took."

"So why is this situation any different?" Will added. "Who are we to say this ending they face is the wrong one? If we were to save them then we would be forcibly relocating them to another world and who's to say they would flourish on that world?"

"We are all entitled to our opinions, our perspectives, our feelings and that's what makes us who we are, what defines us as an individual and a species but Starfleet Command has made it very clear that under no circumstances are we to interfere. Anyone not comfortable in the conduct of their duties during this time I will understand and relieve you, but my orders stand....no interference."

"You're going to sit here, on the Bridge of this mighty vessel, and watch them die knowing you have it in your ability to help them?" Amber spoke. Amber was not Starfleet, her perspective was unique but just as cold as her reputation told.

"It is out of respect for that very fact Doctor that I will sit on the Bridge of this ship and I will personally watch it happen so that not only will it be remembered but shown the respect their culture and civilisation deserves."

Loss of life on this scale was a tragedy, but the prime directive was clear in this situation. Few people in the fleet had managed to skirt the edges of this fundamental rule without being court-martialed. Jean-Luc Picard is the one that most readily came to Skovik's mind, his many instances of ignoring the prime directive being just as legendary in the Intelligence classroom as the lifetime of command of James T. Kirk.

Midori sat there, watching the exchange between the senior officers. She had never been at a meeting where everyone became angry and disgusted with a decision. She too was angry and didn't agree with it but what good would it do adding to the negative emotions that everyone was feeling? Therefore, she kept her comments to herself. There were already enough people in the room doing that. Besides, Captain Hood didn't need that either with what he was already dealing with. She continued to watch the exchange between the senior staff.

Keeping her eyes downcast, focusing on the table, Amélie spoke softly. "I would like my objections noted Captain," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nim waited until Hood had finished speaking before she interjected. "You say this could be their divine intervention? Then let me go speak to them," she challenged. "You want to say we are denying them their rights to their perception of Heaven, let me go talk to them and find out. If they want to die, then I'll step aside."

"So noted," William spoke hearing the request for the objection to be noted then turned his attention back to his passionate Chief Medical Officer. "Doctor, I'm not sure how clearly I can be, but when I say no intervention, I mean none, at all, of any kind. Starfleet Command has made it explicitly clear that we take no action, the debate on this is over. We may not like the situation but here it is, it's a crap hand granted but its what we have been dealt."

Turning his attention back to the Doctor "If you feel you can not conduct yourself accordingly then you can be relieved until such time as we depart the system." If anyone thought that William was a gentle pushover, now saw a steely otherwise. "You are free to lodge your objections with Starfleet Command but while you are on this ship, under my command you will follow my orders."

"Anyone else?" Will asked, seeing if anyone else wanted to test his resolve.

" If we are not here to save them, what are we here to do?" Acacia asked, remembering tales of when Starfleet had saved her people from their own folly.

"Initially we were sent here to investigate the disturbances detected on long-range sensors. Now that we have established the cause they have instructed me to stand by for additional orders." William explained the orders as he was told by his superiors.

Ayla straightens up, looking indifferently after warring with her inner feelings. "Captain Hood. Iz like to command all ships sensors available to bear and record this situation so that mez team can study in-depth as it happens and for future studies?" Eyes showing the intense interest in the developing situation. "While wez are in the outer layer of Event Horizon. Wez can expect no outer radio nor subspace signal. Much less send anything."

Ayla looking at Zan and the Chief Flight Officer. "It is advisable to keep all auxiliary crafts aboard in the hanger bays. Iz doesn't think they would have the capability to withstand gravitational forces at play."

Then looking to the others. "Transporters won't work while we're this close to the Blackhole," Ayla spoke softly. "Interior of the ship sight to sight transport is possible. But expect delays."

Andi had remained silent, until now "Captain to aid in Commander Bawden's idea, do we not have stealth probes that can be adjusted to account for such forces? I mean as we cannot interfere we could at least record the civilizations last days for the archives, the memory of these people should be recorded for all time" Lieutenant Commander Lightfeather spoke up.

Bianca nodded toward Lightfeather. "Prepare some for launch, we'll discuss it and determine if that will be a viable option or not."

"So that's it?" Amélie asked quietly. "We just sit here and watch them die? We turn a blind eye and pretend that we're just doing our jobs?"

Nim stood near the door, still having not returned to her seat. "Prime directive trumps compassion and humanity," she said bitterly, her gaze fixed firmly on the view screen.

There was a long moment of silence before Bianca spoke again. "I think the best thing we can do right now is to adjourn this meeting so everyone has some time to process. I understand not everyone is happy with this situation, but it is what it is, we are Starfleet Officers, and we are here to do a job. My door will remain open if anyone wants to talk. You're all dismissed."

 

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