Lt.Cdr. Arturo Maxwell - To Court Pt1 (DeVeau)
Iain Turnbull
((Kl’tath Judicial Holding Area.))
Bailey: You’re going to have to take us kicking and screaming out of this cell.
Throwing a smirk at the Klingon, he pointed a finger between himself and Sheila.
Maxwell: She'll be doing the kicking. And I'll be screaming. ::He shook his head.:: It's no very nice, I've a real high-pitched voice if I scream.
((Kl’tath Judicial Holding Area.))
- of a transporter.
Almost immediately, Sheila slumped to the deck whilst Max visibly sagged.
Before them was Sal, Alora, Tatash and a face he didn't recognise.
Vro’che: It’s a *parade* from Starfleet these days.
DeVeau: We should have access to them, and they need medical attention.
As Max squinted through his one eye, he saw Tatash give what he took to be a thumbs-up. He nodded as lightly as he dared, as his head was still pounding and he still wasn't clear of the dizziness.
It was at that point that the thought occurred to him that he was only half in uniform. Boots and trousers, and his partially-unzipped short-sleeved Tactical Gold undershirt.
His black and grey outer layer was still balled up on the cell floor, having been forgotten in the mad exit.
Vro’che: I was ordered to *transport* them. So here they are. ::his eyes narrowing:: For their *trial*. Not to hand them over to *you* lot.
Tatash: We are not asking for their release. We are here to confirm they are accounted for and well.
Li’otha: ::Giving Vro’che a dim, unimpressed look. She was never impressed by bullies. Only strong brave warriors.:: The trial will start within the hour. All must be in order.
Taybrim: Basic medical provisions are urgent as the defendants are to be on the stand within the next hour.
DeVeau: At the very least, we should be able to have access to them. Again, they have a right to medical care.
Vro’che: They’re in one piece. ::He grinned, quite content with himself, his focus mostly on Sal.:: For the most part. ::pausing:: If *only* they hadn’t *resisted.*
DeVeau: Regardless of whether they resisted or not, such treatment is unacceptable.
Tatash: This -will- be recorded and formally objected to. This risks a diplomatic incident.
Li’otha: Which I have already filed.
Max rubbed at his temples. All this talking was making his head hurt, and he really really just wanted to sit down. Could transporters make you feel worse?
Vro’che: My men wanted to eat the beast. Consider yourself lucky we weren’t hungry. ::gruffly:: You will have to *leave* when their Advocate arrives.
Bailey: ::Voice slightly muffled by Alistair’s fur:: Alistair is not for eating. He’s a protector. And besides he wouldn’t have tasted great anyway. Would have needed a jar of Mil lavender vanilla caramal (caramel vanilla lavender honey). ::Her last words were punctuated by a heavy Elaysian accent::
Maxwell: So there.
Despite his ragged feeling, Max managed to poke out a petulant tongue at the Klingon.
DeVeau: They have the right not only to representation but proper medical care. We will invoke that right.
Bailey: I do believe, too, that it states I have the right to be treated by a medical professional of my choice.
Li’othe: That has full legal precedent.
DeVeau: If you deny that request, you will be in violation of the Khitomer accords. Action can and will be taken.
Tatash: The embassy will hear of this. You can expect a stern, and I mean a really very cross, condemnation publicly of your actions.
Max snorted a quiet laugh to himself.
A really very cross letter? What was that all about? It looked like Tatash, sounded like Tatash, but those weren't words he would have expected. Unless he was warming up for playing the courtroom game.
Bailey: I highly doubt that intergalactic law will be on your side in this particular situation.
Li’othe: And I can quote you that law should you need it. ::She said firmly.::
DeVeau: And where is Janul?
Max lifted his head again at that, squinting again as he focused on the flash of red hair before tracking down to the face it belonged to.
Maxwell: No seen him since the Embassy.
Tatash: You’ve not seen him? Not at all?
Max gently shook his head just as another fresh Klingon face entered the room.
Xalmuz: The prisoners are to be moved. The trial is about to begin.
Tatash: The prisoners are still awaiting a medical assessment.
Bailey: I request a medical assessment. Or at least assistants before I’m willing to move.
Li’othe: If they are standing trial they must be healed before entering the council chambers.
Max wasn't really listening to the Klingons in the room, as he was concentrating on staying both upright and awake. His head was pounding like a Klingon heavy metal club.
And he had first hand experience of what one of those were like.
Tatash: All of this is being recorded you know.
Something for his thumping head would be greatly appreciated, especially if it meant he could get time with his fellow crew. Even a few minutes would be good to find out what exactly was going on.
Li’othe: You want this trial to start in 57 keliticks, Xalmuz and you want it to be legitimate? Then follow procedure. Get a medic in here in the next 5 ticks or I’ll have you run out of court.
Xalmuz: I know the law, Lio’the.
Li’othe: Don’t try me. ::She headed to the comm channel and turned it on.:: You’ll approve it or face an investigation of obstruction of justice.
Xalmuz: I had no intention of not approving it. You assume that not only am I ignorant of the accords and the precedent set but that I would commit crimes against them. Believe it or not, Lio'tha, there are still some Klingons who hold honour in high regard.
Bailey: Alora, I could use a favor. I only really got one working arm. Not so useful when taking off my shoes. But they need to come off.
Without hesitation, Alora knelt beside Sheila as Max swayed gently on his feet.
Boy was he feeling warm now.
Bailey: It’s a buckle strap. A bit too fiddly for me right now.
DeVeau: I'll take care of it.
As Sheila spoke to Alora, Sal moved quietly towards Max and touched him on the shoulder.
Taybrim: ~Max, how are you doing? Don’t speak, just think and I can hear you~
The gentle touch on the shoulder made the connection, and Sal's voice sounded within Max's head. It felt like the volume was turned all the way up to eleven, which wasn't Sal's fault. For his part, Max managed to keep his expression relatively neutral.
Maxwell: ~Sore. Dizzy. Think I've broken something in my shoulder. ::A mental shrug.:: Definately cracked something at least. ::He turned just his eyes towards Sal.:: It's Doc Bailey I'm more concerned about, she doesnae seem tae react well in this temperature..... ~
Bailey: Alright. Next step is to actually stand. With my elbow still injured I can’t brace on Ali like I normally would so two of you are going to have to help pull me up while being careful of my injuries.
Max was right by Sal's side as they moved next to Sheila, splitting to be one either side of her.
Taybrim: Of course. Let us know when you are ready.
And with that, Alora positioned herself to help as well.
Bailey: Ali, I need you to go hang with Alora, she’s going to watch out for you. ::To Max and Sal:: Alright. Best if you have one hand on my upper arm and the other on my lower. And be aware that my balance is going to be extremely terrible. I might pitch forward.
DeVeau: Ali, come.
Alistair seemed reluctant to move, but after a few moments that had included a short “rfff” and and a tilt of the head he padded away and sat down next to Alora.
Taybrim: We have you, Sheila. ::He said gently, using his body to be a stabilizing force for her to balance on.::
Maxwell: Ready when you are, doc.
DeVeau: ?
Bailey: ::Directed more to the necessary Klingons in the room:: There. we can get going.
Aiding Sheila to her feet, Max blinked slowly to clear his head before they made off to the medical area.
Li’otha: alright, prisoners – you will stop at the Kl’tath infirmary for medical attention before attending the trial with Xalmuz and myself. We will all travel together to the infirmary. Then ::she contained a look of disgust.:: Vro’che will escort the witness and his entourage to the High Council chamber. And once the prisoners are healed they will travel with Xalmuz and I.
Xalmuz: ?
DeVeau: ?
Maxwell: Aye, we're good.
Vro’che: ::brusquely:: Let’s *move*, Fleet Meats.
As they shuffled along, the guard seemed to be deliberately towering over them. He thought back to his talks on non-Federation prisons with Ishani. They'd be curled p on the sofa watching a crime drama of some sort and Klingon prisons had come up whilst they were laughingly pulling the shows plot apart.
Armed with that thought, Max continued to ignore the looming presence beside them.
Tatash: Ah, I think we are almost there. Thankfully.
Reaching the infirmary, Max and Sheila were peeled away. With the others all being hustled away and out of the room.
Taybrim: Stay safe. I’ll see you both in the High Council chamber.
Maxwell: Wouldnae miss it.
Bailey: ?
((OOC – Here endeth said scene.))
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Lieutenant-Commander Arturo Maxwell.
Chief Tactical Officer / Second Officer.
Starbase 118 Operations.
O239311AM0.