Post by Brie on Dec 1, 2004 14:18:14 GMT -6
“Major Brie,” Pierce continued, “how did you chose people for the Pangara mission?”
“I held a squadron meeting,” Brie explained, “in which I gave everyone a piece of paper. They could either write that they weren’t interested, or that they were and why. I chose people based on their responses.”
“What type of responses were you looking for?” Pierce asked.
“Willingness, an understanding of the severity of the mission, few ties, few regrets. Some of the positions were filled by people with specific skills, but not all.”
“Few ties?” Pierce repeated. "As in family?”
“Yes, that was part of it,” Brie replied.
“Yet you chose Captain Amy, who has not one but both parents still living,” Pierce pointed out.
“In Amy’s response she said that knowing her parents were safe was good enough,” Brie replied.
“What about other ties?” Pierce asked. “For instance, Colonel Charybdis?”
“You’d have to ask him about that,” Brie replied.
“Believe me,” Pierce sneered, “I will. Before the mission, in the Gold Squadron Ready Room, you and Captain Amy were observed arguing. What was that about?”
“I protest!” Boleman said. “Where’s the proof?”
Pierce returned to his desk and sifted through some papers. “I have the depositions right here.”
“I’ll allow it,” Major Buellah said.
“I was giving Amy one last chance to stay behind,” Brie said.
“Why?”
“Because it looked to me like she and Charybdis were back together.”
“Were you having second thoughts about her coming along?” Pierce asked.
“Yes,” Brie replied, “but not because of what you think. Amy was so young, I wanted to give her a chance to live. I was feeling guilty about costing Amy her life!”
“So you DO admit that it was your fault that she died!” Pierce baited.
“I protest!” Boleman yelled.
“Withdrawn. On the Pangara mission,” Pierce continued, “you put Captain Amy in charge of the second group.”
“Yes,” Brie replied.
“Did that make sense?” Pierce asked. “Amy had so little ground experience.”
Brie shook her head. “How much ground experience does ANYONE have, living in ships?”
“Yes, but she was born in space,” Pierce argued, “while so many others of your party were born back on the colonies.”
“I was born in space,” Brie said, “even though it was well before the holocaust. I’ve never lived on a planet. It doesn’t matter where someone was born, that has nothing to do with what type of warrior they will be.”
“She was still lacking ground experience,” Pierce said.
“She had gained a lot the past few yahrens,” Brie said. “The conditions that she had to endure on the mission previously mentioned were a lot worse than inside the moon, and she did fine.”
“Tell me again why Amy was promoted, and made third officer, even though she was younger than just about everyone in Gold Squadron.”
“Amy worked hard,” Brie said. “She was dedicated and loyal.”
“Dedicated and loyal?” Pierce repeated. “Didn’t she make plans to retire more than once? She even had started the paperwork to be discharged.”
“Every warrior gets fed up and wants to quit from time to time,” Brie remarked.
“But they don’t all start the paperwork," Pierce remarked. “You and Amy were room-mates for a while, weren’t you? Why wasn’t she staying in the barracks?”
“We weren’t room-mates, exactly,” Brie clarified. “There had been a couple of attempts on her life, and we thought it safer if she stayed in a secure place like my quarters. The barracks are too open.”
“Who’s ‘we’?”
“Commander Sheba, Colonel Charybdis, Amy and myself,” Brie replied.
“This led to your own life being in danger,” Pierce said. “Your living quarters were destroyed.”
“And an internal problem was solved,” Brie added.
“That’s true,” Pierce agreed. “Was she trying to solve an internal problem when she snuck out of the med lab with Lieutenant Najinn? Or how about when she disregarded orders, stole a viper, and flew to Frodar Epsilon? She was never punished for it.”
“I was off the Callisto when that happened,” Brie pointed out.
“Yes, it was you that she went looking for. So what we have here is a woman who has a blatant disrespect for authority, and is promoted for it!”
“I protest!” Boleman shouted. “Opposer Pierce is baiting the witness.”
“I’ll allow it,” Major Buellah said. “I’m sure you’ve baited a few witnesses in your time, Protector Boleman.”
Brie took a deep breath. “Amy worked harder than just about anyone I’ve ever known, and deserved the promotion and any responsibilities that went with it.”
“Don’t you mean that everyone had to work harder around her?” Pierce asked. “Didn’t she disappear or need to be rescued on just about every mission she ever went on?”
“No,” Brie said coldly.
“Come on, now, Major,” Pierce continued. “She’s even disappeared on the Callisto!”
“Amy was one of the most capable warriors in Gold Squadron.”
“Capable? Didn’t she almost die because she couldn’t tell the difference between a turboflush and an airlock?”
“I protest!”
Pierce continued, ignoring the protest. “Why would you put someone so young and inexperienced, someone without the common sense to know that you DON’T just open an airlock, in charge?”
Boleman was angrier than he had been in a long time. “I protest!”
“Sit down, Protector Boleman,” Major Buellah said with authority. “I’d like to hear the answer to that question myself.”
Brie chose her words carefully. “Because I knew that Amy could do it.”
Pierce shook his head. “But you found the Pylos, and Captain Lazant rescued Lieutenant Martinzi. She DIDN’T do it, did she. I have no further questions.”
**
Having skimmed Amy’s file during the break, Boleman made an on the spot decision. He decided to not call Colonel Charybdis to the stand. With Brie still sitting in the witness chair he stood and quickly said, “If the tribunal pleases, I have no more witnesses.”
Brie looked surprised but didn’t say anything. Boleman motioned for her and she stepped down.
Pierce leaned forward against the table in front of him. “Then the opposition has one more witness to call.”
Major Buellah asked, "Major Pierce, whom do you call as your next witness?"
Pierce rose at his table and said, "I call Colonel Charybdis, your honor."
“I held a squadron meeting,” Brie explained, “in which I gave everyone a piece of paper. They could either write that they weren’t interested, or that they were and why. I chose people based on their responses.”
“What type of responses were you looking for?” Pierce asked.
“Willingness, an understanding of the severity of the mission, few ties, few regrets. Some of the positions were filled by people with specific skills, but not all.”
“Few ties?” Pierce repeated. "As in family?”
“Yes, that was part of it,” Brie replied.
“Yet you chose Captain Amy, who has not one but both parents still living,” Pierce pointed out.
“In Amy’s response she said that knowing her parents were safe was good enough,” Brie replied.
“What about other ties?” Pierce asked. “For instance, Colonel Charybdis?”
“You’d have to ask him about that,” Brie replied.
“Believe me,” Pierce sneered, “I will. Before the mission, in the Gold Squadron Ready Room, you and Captain Amy were observed arguing. What was that about?”
“I protest!” Boleman said. “Where’s the proof?”
Pierce returned to his desk and sifted through some papers. “I have the depositions right here.”
“I’ll allow it,” Major Buellah said.
“I was giving Amy one last chance to stay behind,” Brie said.
“Why?”
“Because it looked to me like she and Charybdis were back together.”
“Were you having second thoughts about her coming along?” Pierce asked.
“Yes,” Brie replied, “but not because of what you think. Amy was so young, I wanted to give her a chance to live. I was feeling guilty about costing Amy her life!”
“So you DO admit that it was your fault that she died!” Pierce baited.
“I protest!” Boleman yelled.
“Withdrawn. On the Pangara mission,” Pierce continued, “you put Captain Amy in charge of the second group.”
“Yes,” Brie replied.
“Did that make sense?” Pierce asked. “Amy had so little ground experience.”
Brie shook her head. “How much ground experience does ANYONE have, living in ships?”
“Yes, but she was born in space,” Pierce argued, “while so many others of your party were born back on the colonies.”
“I was born in space,” Brie said, “even though it was well before the holocaust. I’ve never lived on a planet. It doesn’t matter where someone was born, that has nothing to do with what type of warrior they will be.”
“She was still lacking ground experience,” Pierce said.
“She had gained a lot the past few yahrens,” Brie said. “The conditions that she had to endure on the mission previously mentioned were a lot worse than inside the moon, and she did fine.”
“Tell me again why Amy was promoted, and made third officer, even though she was younger than just about everyone in Gold Squadron.”
“Amy worked hard,” Brie said. “She was dedicated and loyal.”
“Dedicated and loyal?” Pierce repeated. “Didn’t she make plans to retire more than once? She even had started the paperwork to be discharged.”
“Every warrior gets fed up and wants to quit from time to time,” Brie remarked.
“But they don’t all start the paperwork," Pierce remarked. “You and Amy were room-mates for a while, weren’t you? Why wasn’t she staying in the barracks?”
“We weren’t room-mates, exactly,” Brie clarified. “There had been a couple of attempts on her life, and we thought it safer if she stayed in a secure place like my quarters. The barracks are too open.”
“Who’s ‘we’?”
“Commander Sheba, Colonel Charybdis, Amy and myself,” Brie replied.
“This led to your own life being in danger,” Pierce said. “Your living quarters were destroyed.”
“And an internal problem was solved,” Brie added.
“That’s true,” Pierce agreed. “Was she trying to solve an internal problem when she snuck out of the med lab with Lieutenant Najinn? Or how about when she disregarded orders, stole a viper, and flew to Frodar Epsilon? She was never punished for it.”
“I was off the Callisto when that happened,” Brie pointed out.
“Yes, it was you that she went looking for. So what we have here is a woman who has a blatant disrespect for authority, and is promoted for it!”
“I protest!” Boleman shouted. “Opposer Pierce is baiting the witness.”
“I’ll allow it,” Major Buellah said. “I’m sure you’ve baited a few witnesses in your time, Protector Boleman.”
Brie took a deep breath. “Amy worked harder than just about anyone I’ve ever known, and deserved the promotion and any responsibilities that went with it.”
“Don’t you mean that everyone had to work harder around her?” Pierce asked. “Didn’t she disappear or need to be rescued on just about every mission she ever went on?”
“No,” Brie said coldly.
“Come on, now, Major,” Pierce continued. “She’s even disappeared on the Callisto!”
“Amy was one of the most capable warriors in Gold Squadron.”
“Capable? Didn’t she almost die because she couldn’t tell the difference between a turboflush and an airlock?”
“I protest!”
Pierce continued, ignoring the protest. “Why would you put someone so young and inexperienced, someone without the common sense to know that you DON’T just open an airlock, in charge?”
Boleman was angrier than he had been in a long time. “I protest!”
“Sit down, Protector Boleman,” Major Buellah said with authority. “I’d like to hear the answer to that question myself.”
Brie chose her words carefully. “Because I knew that Amy could do it.”
Pierce shook his head. “But you found the Pylos, and Captain Lazant rescued Lieutenant Martinzi. She DIDN’T do it, did she. I have no further questions.”
**
Having skimmed Amy’s file during the break, Boleman made an on the spot decision. He decided to not call Colonel Charybdis to the stand. With Brie still sitting in the witness chair he stood and quickly said, “If the tribunal pleases, I have no more witnesses.”
Brie looked surprised but didn’t say anything. Boleman motioned for her and she stepped down.
Pierce leaned forward against the table in front of him. “Then the opposition has one more witness to call.”
Major Buellah asked, "Major Pierce, whom do you call as your next witness?"
Pierce rose at his table and said, "I call Colonel Charybdis, your honor."