PNPC Lieutenant Jack Morrow - Legal Eagle
Martin Tucker
Nicolau: I've heard the Andorian Mining Consortium runs from no one, sir. They're not to be taken lightly. I'm sure the Sheliak wouldn't want that kind of headache. Or..uh..::She gestured vaguely towards the image on the screen::...goopache.
Morrow: ::to no one in particular:: Is it always like this, up here?
From Jack’s position in the XO’s chair, he observed the clumsy attempt of the ship to turn around and position itself behind the Ronin. It was an intriguing move by the Sheliak. What sort of game was he playing? If he intended to fight the Ronin, wouldn’t he have already launched an attack?
Kel: T'Fearne what's our shield status? =/\= I object to your rushing my work here. The more you interfere the longer this will take. =/\=
T'Fearne: Shields at full integrity, Captain. No active targeting solutions detected yet. Just scans. ::slight narrowing of eyes:: They may be attempting to intimidate... ::quietly, off comms:: They are lined up nicely with our rear torpedo launchers.
Jack watched the bridge crew and how they were handling the situation.
Wren: ::to Kel:: While the records never outright state that the cannibalized Andorian ship was used to construct the Lid, they do appear to have a significant time jump of two weeks in their records, and seem to have somehow found an ‘answer’ to a previous problem. It’s more than likely they used the Andorian parts to complete the project.
Jack pulled out the padd he’d brought with him and quickly did a Sheliak Corporate search, just to brush up on the matter at hand. There could be a way out of it, but so far he wasn’t finding a solution. But to tie them up in paperwork might be the edge they needed.
Nicolau: Shear is increasing sir, that pocket was class six. If we'd hit it straight on, they'd be picking up plates in the mess hall for the next week.
Marrow: It seems like he’s toying with us…
B’hab: =/\= You’re lucky we’re not boarding you right now, Captain. From what I can tell is you have an internal problem; it must be my Tholian counterparts. =/\=
Kel: =/\= I have people to deal with that and let me assure you any damage done will be considered an infarction. =/\=
The acting Captain looked at Morrow, hoping he had more to offer.
T'Fearne: ::quietly:: Sir—They’re shifting power from auxiliary to tactical. They’ve powered weapons back to standby. Not fully charged yet, but I'm detecting a buildup in Sencha radiation. No targeting lock on us yet. ::dark eyes fixed on the threat:: Permission matches their tactical level?
Nicolau: We're not in a good position to engage here sir, we don't have enough space to maneuver effectively. Uh...maybe...well...if we could...somehow convince them to get a little closer...they might have an even harder time navigating then we are. Might give us a little extra breathing room if they were...otherwise busy trying to keep their hull attached.
Morrow: I’ve got a couple of ideas working, give me a minute.
Jack went back to tapping away on his padd.
B'hab: =/= I’m starting to lose patience, Captain. =/=
T'Fearne: Energy spike at their forward weapons array. It’s not clear where they are targeting.
Nicolau: I don't see a targeting lock anywhere sir! Request permission to take evasive action?
Morrow: They even think about firing on us; we’ve got them in a legal noose. I’ve just about got all the paperwork compiled. I’m working on the fine print; this “B’hab” won’t know what hit him. Because what I’ve found is this is technically a ‘disputed’ system, between the Lattice Alliance and the Breen.
Kel: Granted! Move us off.
Wren: They’re firing weapons!
Jack grabbed onto the armrests as the Ronin’s pilot took invasive action.
Nicolau: Sorry sorry sorry! Getting us back onto our original heading but space out there is getting...really, really weird...sir.
What did she mean by "really weird?” Jack wasn’t a pilot or astrometric scholar, so honestly, he only had a Academy knowledge of such things; he was a lawyer after all.
Kel: What is the enemy vessel doing?
Morrow: Whatever it is, it’s a violation. I need to get back to my office and file the injunction properly; the Sheliak are pretty efficient with legal frameworks and forms.
T'Fearne: Response
B'hab: =/= All this moving around isn’t going to help, Captain. One push of a button and the Ronin turns into a scrap heap, if there’s anything left.
Wren: They’ve figured out we aren’t damaged, they’re preparing to fire again.
Nicolau: Sorry sorry....it's like...trying to ride rapids, sir...and it just keeps getting worse. I think whatever is happening on the moon is getting critical sir. It's distorting all our sensor readings, I can barely see five hundred meters ahead at this point.
Kel: ::kindly:: Stop apologizing, lieutenant, we're all doing the best we can.
He reached down to activate the comm channel once more
Kel: =/\= Administrator, I am doing my best to comply with your request, but I need more time. =/\=
Morrow: ::just so Kel can hear:: I think I found something. Hold on.
T'Fearne: Response
The ship rocked again and V'Len hauled himself to a standing postion. .
Nicolau: Sir I'm not sure how much longer I can keep us in position!
Morrow: ::whispering to Kel:: Treaty of Armens, Pargraph 653, subparagraph 9…
oO That was slick… Oo
B'hab/Wren/T'Fearne: Response
Kel: =/\= I'll kindly remind you Administrator, that Paragraph 653, subparagraph 9 of the Treaty of Armens does not stipulate that consultations end based on one party alone. Kindly don't make me invoke Paragraph 1209.
B’hab: ::frustrated:: =/=Yes, yes, Armen. I’m having one of my managers check the validity of your claim. But doesn’t that mean it shouldn't stop you from removing yourself from the system? We are well aware that you still have teams on the moon, and I’m sorry. My orders are clear: destroy the installation. It’s no longer of use to us.
Jack stood up, tugged at the hem of his tunic, and strode towards the view screen. He wan’t a closer look, not to mention he was pretty sure his eyes were going. He placed his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.
Morrow: Administrator, my name is Lieutenant Jack Morrow, JAG. Not only are you in violation of the Treaty, but in violation of several Starfleet laws of engagement. Do I need to file an injunction? And if I do, I’ll ask for a Ferengi Arbiter. You really don’t want that, do you?
B'hab:::irritated:: =/= There’s no need to get nasty, Mister JAG. =/=
Kel/Wren/T'Fearne: Response
B’hab was still posturing, and didn’t seem like he cared as much as some others of his species, which could either help them, or it was a crap shoot. He was that unpredictable at this point, or so Jack thought, maybe he’d take the injunction seriously.
Kel: =/\= My colleague brings up an excellent point, I'd like to get the Ferengi to arbitrate. =/\=
Jack hid a slight chuckle. Ferengi Arbiters are notoriously a pain in the ass. And they’re a stickler for the rules, well, when it suits them. And they would tie it up in the courts for months or years, depending.
Jacked turned to face Kel, with his back ot the viewscreen.
Morrow: ::mouthing the words:: I’m going to file that injunction in a Ferengi court.
B’hab: =/= I’ve had enough of your stalling..=/=
The view screen went back to a starfield, and the Phoenix Rising just sat there, daring the Ronin to do anything.
Nicolau/Kel//Wren/T'Fearne: Response
With that, Morrow whipped around the corner and hopped in a turbolift headed back to the security complex. He hoped it wasn’t too late on Ferenginar, but it would be advantageous to have an irritated Ferengi; Jack had experience with them in the past.
V'Len slammed his hand down on the side of the console.
Kel: ::mumbling:: Boring conversation anyway. ::normal voice:: T'Fearne bring weapons online, full shields. Ensign Wren do we have the plan in place to go to warp?
Nicolau/Kel/B'hab/Wren/T'Fearne: Response
Kel: ok. Bring us about Lt. Nicolau. If they want a scrape, we'll give them one.
Nicolau/Kel/Wren/T'Fearne: Response
TAGS/TBC/End Scene for B'hab and Morrow
