The Last Martyr
Episode Name: The Last Martyr
Written By: Eidolon
Cast: Colombo, Dakin, Eidolon and Turtledove.
Produced By: Starfleet
Directed By: Eidolon
Aired On: Thu May 12 12:08:00 2005
Stardate: 54963.1
Time: Thu May 12 11:16:26 2005
Stardate: 54963.0
The secondary brig complex of the Thomas Paine is small and cramped, just like the rest of the ship. A command NCO -- a rough and tumble-looking older gentleman with a Type II strapped on his hip -- is stationed at a little desk in front of the forcefield, looking generally bored as he watches the prisoner.
Dakin enters the makeshift brig, with Turtledove alongside, and a pair of security NCOs behind them. All four are packing Type II phasers. As soon as the Bajoran catches sight of the NCO guard, he nods once. He then spies the prisoner and says in something of an authoritative air, "Lt. Commander Colombo."
Turtledove nods to the bored Security guard and offers him a mildly sympathetic grin, as she passes by. Her attention turns somewhat quickly to the prisoner however. Because, she just read his summary of info, and well, it was fairly interesting. She regards Colombo with open, and cheery, curiosity.
Colombo glances up at the forcefield as his name is called, remaining silent -- and not bothering to stand from his seated position on the floor.
"Good luck with that, sir," the NCO mentions. "I don't think he's said a word in weeks -- 'least not while I've been here."
Dakin nods sympathetically, having worked a few brig watches in his time. His attention reverts to Colombo. "I'm Lt. Commander Dakin Rann, head of Four One Nine Security. We're here to transfer you to the station brig. I'm also ordered to readvise you of your rights and elicit any statements you may wish to make in your defense." Theyway he says it, Dakin appears just as happy to drop him in a hole and be done with it.
Turtledove continues watching, with open interest.
Colombo pushes to his feet, folding his arms over his chest. "Unless she's my lawyer," he says softly, indicating Turtledove with a tilt of his head, "I've got nothing to say at the moment, save for 'lead on'. It'll be nice to get a change of scenery."
Dakin looks to Tera and nods over to the left flank of the cell perimeter, as a silent motion to standby to take charge of the prisoner once the field's down. "Very well. "Lt. Commander Dominic COlombo, I am empowered to advise you that you are under arrest on charges of conspiracy to commit murder, attempted manslaughter, accessory after the fact to Prime Directive violation, conspiracy to mutiny, resisting arrest with lethal force, resisting arrest with violence, and five counts of assault. You have the right to remain silent, but are advised that anything you do say can and will be used against you in legal proceedings. You are entitled to legal counsel, which will be provided for you if you do not have any." He looks to the NCO. "Lower the forcefield, please." He sends the two NCOs to back up Turtledove, then draws his phaser, keeping it held near his hip. "On your feet, Commander."
Turtledove flanks like a seasoned escort. Yes, escort. b"Change of scenery, indeed. It must have been a tad lonely for you here, Lieutenant. You've been here a long time." When she looks to Colombo, her eyes are sparkling, somewhat.
Colombo keeps a disinterested sort of expression on his face as the forcefield drops. "I'm surprised to see you here, Lieutenant," he remarks to Turtledove once he gets a clear look at her face. "But then, loyalty isn't what it once was, I suppose." Without further ado, he steps forward, still calm and cool.
Dakin half-smiles. "Don't think the irony of a loyalty speech coming from you escapes me, Mr. Colombo." The Bajoran nods to the corridor leading to the turbolift. "Let's go. Crewman, you're relieved and returned to you previous duties."
. o O Colombo thinks, "Traitorous wench."
. o O Colombo feels betrayed by the one person on the team he thought he could trust.
"Take another look, Lieutenant." Turtledove's eyes shine quietly. "You may find that things have changed somewhat, around here." She shifts, ready to follow the infamous prisoner.
The NCO nods and makes for the doors, happy to be relieved.
Colombo, for his part, just looks bored as he follows behind Dakin. "The beautiful thing about opinions, Commander Dakin, is that everyone's allowed them."
Dakin pauses briefly by the door, waiting for the escort party to pass first. "True indeed. Though I thnk you might find that anyone shared any of your opinions are now... well, temporally shifted out of existence. Welcome to the new 24th century." He nods once to Turtledove, prompting her and the NCOs to lead out Colombo before he departs the room.
"True indeed, Chief." Turtledove replies to Dakin. To Colombo, she offers, "And, as you know, Commander, the real problem of intellect, is, of course, whose opinion is right, and whose opinion is wrong." She gives Colombo a thoughtful mild grin, which he can't see, really, because she's at his back. "The answer, of course, as you know, being, those with the most influence."
"History, as always, is written by the victors," Colombo replies silently. After this, the transition comes, for the most part, in silence. Making their way through the station, the little party draws the stares of passersby -- a few looks of animosity here, curiousity there, concern elsewhere. Finally, though, Turtledove and Dakin secure their erstwhile charge in the brig, where Colombo simply settles onto the bunk behind the forcefield.
. o O Colombo thinks, "What was the price, Turtledove? Who turned you?"
Dakin holsters his weapon, then looks to Turtledove and the two enlisted sorts. "Crewman Buell, you have brig weatch. Crewman Croster, Lt. Turtledove, you're relived. Thank you." He give Colomobo a brief glance and says simply, "Be seeing you, Mr. Colombo." He then allows the singular NCO and Turtledove to make their exits before he does.
Turtledove gives Colombo one last, lingering consideration. "You've made a lot of people very angry, Commander. But, being in a coop for 8 weeks or more has got to be rough. If you want to talk to someone, just to, you know... meet standard conversational needs. There are people who aren't emotionally-vested." A pause. "If you need anything, Commander, please contact the officer on duty."
Turtledove turns, then, and heads out of the brig, as she has been relieved of duty.
"I'll keep that in mind," Colombo replies softly, keeping his eyes locked forward on the bulkhead beyond the forcefield.
With that, the last martyr of Sinclaire's cause is left alone once again with his thoughts and the soft hum of a Starfleet forcefield.
