Judgement Day

 Episode Name:  Judgement Day

   Written By:  Raijin

         Cast:  Dakin, Ghorev, Goodwin, Grey, Laco, Nevaren, Nilee, O'Rielly, Park, Suvon and Tavek.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Grey

     Aired On:  Sat Oct 08 01:21:21 2005

     Stardate:  55319.6

Time: Thu Oct 06 21:04:00 2005

Stardate: 55316.8

As the camera fades in slowly its clear that senior staff are gathering in the station's ward room for some sort of meeting. Officers are still filing in and making their way to seats. Interestingly enough members of Starfleet Intelligence are present at this meeting as well.

Ghorev makes his way towards the head of the table.

Nilee files in among the rest of the group, quietly finding a way to an empty seat with a couple cordial nods to other senior officers.

Quietly slipping into the wardroom, Nevaren nods and smiles to averyone in his usual good natured way as he heads towards his seat.

Laco continues to stand near the window.

"Good evening, folks," says Josh Goodwin, taking his spot near the head of the table. "Does anyone know what we're doing tonight, anyway? This just ended up on my schedule."

Dakin grabs his usual seat, relieved none of the newcomers opted to take it. "Mine as well, Commander," that directed to Goodwin.

Ghorev remains silent, settles into a seat. "You were, of course, free to refuse."

O'Rielly continues to stand next to Laco, also looking out the windows. He remains very quiet in the process.

Tavek steps into the ward room, and the door slides shut behind him.

Tavek has arrived.

Nevaren is just getting comfortable when he looks up and shakes his head. "Nope. Not me. Not a clue." he replies, looking a bit confused that the 2nd officer nor the Chief os Security knows. He casts a side glance to Ghorev, raising his brow.

Nilee glances between those who speak briefly, nodding his head in quiet agreement before turning his attention to Ghorev as he speaks, quirking a brow slightly.

"No. You know. It's good. Not like I have anything to do with a life, like hobbies, or friends, or. So I'm good for this." Goodwin shrugs his shoulders, looking puzzled at the influx of staff.

Laco starts to drum his fingers on the edge of the window. Tavek doesn't get so much as a glance.

Tavek steps into the room, look slowly around the table, and then moves towards a seat. "Thank you to everyone who are in attendance. Many of you know me as a member of the station's intelligence cell, but that is not accurate. I am Liuetenant Commander Suvon, the Regional Starfleet Intelligence Chief." He says all of this simply and in a very straight forward manner, as he sits.

Laco stops tapping, fingers freezing in mid-motion. He continues to look out the window.

Dakin blinks and resists the urge to sigh exasperatedly at the concept of an SI operative having a cover ID of a lesser-ranked SI operation.

. o O Laco feels like a thousand alarm bells just started going off in his head.

Ghorev says, "Well," after a long moment, "that certainly explains the delays."

Nevaren double takes and looks at Tavek. He doesn't seem to recognize the officer, but the admission is duly noted and suddenly the albino looks... reserved. he ois under his breath and slumps deeper in his chair.

Park steps into the room right after Tavek, catching what the man says and makes his way to an empty seat.

O'Rielly blinks several times and glances over to Laco very slowly and barely, but he continues looking out the window, resisting turning around when Laco doesn't.

. o O Laco thinks, "What is this what is this what is this?"

Goodwin furrows his brow. "Well, you know, you could have responded to your reports." That's a sort sort of mutter underneath Goodwin's breath, but he pulls up his PADD files, head tilted.

Nilee tilts his head to one side slightly, both brows raising slightly, but he says nothing.

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "No good can come of this"

Suvon continues after a short pause, turning to address anyone still standing, in particular Laco and O'Rielly. "Please take a seat, and join us," he comments, before turning back to the table and lacing his fingers together. "I have used this time to investigate and monitor the actions of the intelligence officers on the station to provide a formal review. You were invited to this meeting in order to hear the formal review."

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "Awww crap!"

. o O Park thinks, "Well this should be enlightening."

Nevaren remains silent, looking even more.... thoughtful now.

Laco continues to look out the window with his back turned for a moment, then turns towards the table. There is a perhaps a bit of a swagger in his step as he moves to take a seat.

O'Rielly just turns and simply moves to the table, taking a seat next to Laco.

"Report's been out there for over three months." Josh is focused like a laser beam on his issues. But at the comment of a 'formal review,' Goodwin's head jerks up to regard the Intelligence officer

Nilee leans back in his chair slowly, folding his hands in his lap and listening silently.

GAME: Ghorev spends a courage point.

Ghorev frowns as he leans forward, brow furrowing. "Let us assume for the moment, Commander," in Suvon's direction, "that you have our complete attention. This may, or may not, be the case, but there are times, believe me, when it is best not to have our complete attention. That said, do go on."

Suvon turns to settle his gaze on Goodwin for several moments, before nodding to Ghorev. "Let me begin with Lieutenant Laco. During the mission Operation Grand Opening Lieutenant Laco violated the explicit orders of the officer in charge, and in addition certain comments of his during the mission have been identified an endangering diplomatic relations. As the Station SI Chief he has also been unable to maintain operation secrecy."

Nevaren sloooowly looks at laco and frowns.

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "He's been in the job for what, 6 months?"

Park just sits quietly and watches the conversation bounce back and forth like a tennis match.

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "I don't expect him to act like a fully SI trained officer when he hasn't had the full bredth of training"

. o O Goodwin feels vindicated.

Laco's eye twitches, but he remains silent.

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "Then again, I'm probably screwed"

Dakin raises an eyebrow.

Goodwin nods his head quietly at this, taking some notes. He is, after all, the Joint Operations Commander, and Intelligence is in his portfolio. Tap-tap-nod.

O'Rielly glances to Laco very slightly

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "He was also dead for what, 2 months? Come on!"

"Lieutenant O'Rielly has shown a severe lack of judgment," continues Suvon, moving right on to the next officer. "He has repeatedly violated operating secrecy by openly commenting in reports which are not his business and which were accessible by individuals outside of station command. Further he has exposed classified information to a civilian without verifying said civilian. During Operation Grand Opening he choose to follow the orders of Lieutenant Laco, rather than that of the mission commander." A short pause. "Ensign Robert has also repeatedly violated operating secrecy and shown the same lack of judgment."

Nilee purses his lips, eyes shifting from Suvon to Laco and then back.

. o O Laco thinks, "What the hell did Robert ever do?"

Laco's eyes narrow a bit. Something seems to be puzzling him.

. o O Park thinks, "So, our SI cell is hurting and you're not going to do a damned thing about it, I'll wager."

O'Rielly just sighs in his seat.

Goodwin mouths something to himself. "Civilian without verifying said civili --" His eyes narrow and he seems very, very thoughtful. He shakes his head and continues to listen.

. o O Goodwin thinks, "Hertzler? Is it Hertzler?"

Dakin runs a hand backwards through his spiky coiff.

Ghorev continues to listen, likewise, but his own frown has deepened, and the crease on his brow could swallow Thomas Paine in for a planetary landing.

Nevaren just taps his foot quietly undr the table.

Park doesn't show much of a visible reaction to any of the information put forth. He just sits, watches and listens.

Suvon glances around the room briefly before continuing. "Given the results of the review and the actions of the Starfleet Intelligence officers on this station I am left with no choice. As of this Stardate the Station Starfleet Intelligence cell on this station is immediately disbanded and the officers deemed unfit for continued service with Starfleet Intelligence."

. o O Park thinks, "Yeah, suuuuuuuuuuuure it is."

. o O Goodwin thinks, "...Huh?"

. o O Laco feels blind, unquenchable rage. The sort of rage that tints vision red.

Ghorev's reaction to this is to rise from his seat, as if to push away from the table and/or depart.

Goodwin's mouth forms a round 'O' at the announcement, looking down at his PADD. His little branch on the organizational chart got /significantly/ smaller.

Dakin's brow creases, adding more wrinkles to the bridge of his nose.

Park just rolls his eyes and gives his head a little shake.

O'Rielly just closes his eyes and frowns. His head slowly makes its way from its normal position in the air until his forehead is touching the table with a slight little thud.

. o O Laco thinks, "Vaporize the table with the first shot, Goodwin with the second. Hope the exploding table scatters them. Ol' 'Tavek' gets the third. Switch to stun for the rest. If I can. I hope Commander Ghorev and Dakin have the sense to stay out of the way."

Laco narrows his eyes, and smirks a bit. He sets his hands in his lap.

Both of Nilee's eyebrows raise at the statement Suvon makes, but he doesn't react otherwise, eyes travelling to some of the other faces to gauge reaction.

Nevaren doesn't really seem to know what to say, so he doesn't. Say anything that is. he just quietly studies everyone with a frown.

Suvon looks around the room to Park, Dakin, Nilee and Nevaren. "Unless there are questions from senior staff, I will call an end to this meeting. I would request that Lieutenant Laco, Lieutenant O'Rielly, Commander Ghorev and Commander Goodwin remain to facilitate the transition which will be required.

"Will we keep a counter-int --" Oh. Okay. Well, it looks like the Intelligence chief is one step ahead of Goodwin. So he just nods and sits tight.

. o O Goodwin is going a mile a minute, re-arranging organizational charts, filing reports, charting OER scores, thinking of open billets...

Nevaren shakes his head. "No questions." he says, slowly. "Not from me, anyways."

Dakin shakes his head, sighing. "Nothing from me."

Park actually offers the man a smile. "I'm good."

. o O Park thinks, "What a crock."

Ghorev, standing there, shakes his head. "Your request is denied. I think I, for one, have heard enough. I do thank you for your consideration in reporting these findings in a face-to-face situation, Commander," but his single affirming nod is belied by the deep frown and the tight jawline, "but, frankly, I think any review of the station's intelligence cell which takes place over several months, undercover, without interview with Station Command, without *analysis* of the unique relationship this cell has with Station Command, and without consideration of these things makes a hypocrite of any reviewer who fails all three of this station's active intelligence officers -- whatever I may think of their profession -- and yet considers itself a complete, fair, unbiased, and logical review. Given your disbanding of the cell, I am formally advising Lietuenant Laco that his cover billet as Mission Specialist on Dominion Biotechnology remains in force, which puts him under my direct command, and further formally advising him that he may, without let or hindrance, withdraw from this meeting, and any follow-up meeting, until I receive word from someone who outranks me that his participation is required. I will not, however, require him to be humiliated further by this sham."

Laco can't help but bark out a bit of laughter at that one. "Oh, how about I just save you the trouble." He stands up, knocking his chair back. He slaps his Type I onto the table. It was in his hand for some reason. The Combadge is plucked off next, and slammed down right beside it. "I'm going to go pack my things, and book passage away from you insuffrable twits."

O'Rielly just sighs again. Suddenly, being Career SI, and not being liked very much by Commander Ghorev works against him in so many ways. He just remains with head burried on table, not even bothering to move to look towards Laco.

Goodwin purses his lips and looks between Andorian, Vulcan, and Human-esque individual. His fingers are poised over his PADD, which is then placed on the table. "We'll probably need to get the Captain in on this," he murmurs, mostly to himself. But just from his expression, he seems to be siding with Suvon.

Ghorev says, "No," without looking to Goodwin, "we *really* will not. Personnel matters are my responsibility."

Ghorev does not, as he says that, take his eyes off of Suvon.

Laco turns on his heel, and starts working his way around the table and towards the door. As he does so, he works at his pips, dropping them onto the deck as his angry, stumbling fingers manage to get them loose.

Nevaren seems to be.. frozen in his chair. Like someone who is driving past a particularly horrid vehicle accident yet can't help but stare, transfixed to it.

Suvon stands from the table and nods to Ghorev. "I understand your frustrations, and I have anticipated them. That is why I would like to speak with you; in order to address them with Liuetenant Laco and Liuetenant O'Rielly present." He turns to looks to the others, namely Park, Dakin, Nevaren and Nilee. "I do not recall hearing any other questions. Did I happen to miss any?"

Park holds up his hands and pushes his chair back to stand. "Thought I'd save myself the trouble of having to come up here later, but OK.", he mutters as he heads for the door.

Dakin says, "No disrespect intended, Commander, but I stated my specific lack of any questions on this matter."

Nilee shakes his head agonizingly slowly, "No. No questions." He replies evenly, with a noted lack of emotion.

Laco gets the second pip loose, and pauses in his journey to grind it into the carpet with his bootheel.

. o O Laco feels like he is about to lose it.

. o O Park thinks, "An actor you are not, Phil. I'm not buying it."

Goodwin takes a deep breath and leans over to Dakin, near-by, to whisper something to him. He seems to have a look of 'please, won't mommy and daddy not fight anymore?' His voice is level, but inaudible to those around him.

Ghorev says, "Commander, do not condescend to me. You could no sooner understand my frustrations than I could undergo the rite of Kolinahr on a hot day in the desert." His anger is palpable now. "Anticipate me, perhaps, but I believe you *understand* my feelings in this matter to the extend that a flight control officer understand an event horizon. You can know the warning signs, you can know, to some degree, how to compensate, but you presume a great deal when you presume you understand." He turns to Laco. "Phil, I told you once you were too good for these people. This will not go ... lightly. Please do not pack just yet."

Nevaren 's shock slowly turns to... Anger.. an emotion the emgineer has rarely shown shice he got her. he pushes himself up to attention and locks his eyes on the Intelligence superiors who just ,basically, fired two officers he respects. "No questions... sir." he says that last word with dripping distaste. "If I am dismissed... /sir./"

Goodwin sounds vaguely concerned as he watches Laco pass. Goodwin whispers to Dakin, "Rann, can you just make sure that Mister Laco's not traveling any time soon? Nothing formal, but..."

Ghorev shoots Goodwin and Dakin a look. It is a mean look. Antennae. Right.

Park leaves the room without a backword glances.

Park heads out of the ward room, the doors sliding shut behind him.

Park has left.

Dakin catches the look from Ghorev and whispers something in response to Goodwin.

Dakin whispers to Goodwin, "Word of advice and no disrespect intended, Josh, whispering in front of Commander Ghorev? Bad idea."

Goodwin raises his voice a little bit, so it's soft, but more audible. "Well. Yeah. No one said I really thought this out or anything." He clears his throat, and then folds his hands in front of him as this all unfolds.

Suvon nods to Nevaren, then looks to Nilee. "Please, Lieutenant, do not let me hold you up." He turns to Dakin. "You either, Lieutenant Commander," he adds to Ghorev. "As you say, Commander, I do not understand. I have anticipated this and while you have already denied my request I would again request a chance to discuss this matter with you, even briefly."

GAME: Ghorev spends a courage point.

Nilee slowly stands from his seat, giving Suvon a brief nod, he shoots Ghorev a final look before turning and heading towards the door. Hands at his sides.

O'Rielly continues his non-moving status at the current time, though he does at least appear to still be breathing as he sits in his seat.

Laco starts towards the door again.

Ghorev inhales, then exhales. "Alright, Mister Suvon. But let me impress on you that this had better be worth my while. Or you will discover that the very real danger of undercover reviews is that I can, with a word, order everyone here to answer truthfully to any inquiry that no Lieutenant Commander Suvon ever set foot off a shuttle to this station, and no Lieutenant Commander Suvon ever left it." Yeah, Ghorev just threatened to throw the guy somewhere dark and deep and without paperwork. This is something The Commander so rarely does it tends to get noticed. "Do I make myself clear?"

Nilee pauses midstep on his way out the door, hesitating at Commander Ghorev's words, but he continues on despite them.

Nilee heads out of the ward room, the doors sliding shut behind him.

Nilee has left.

Nevaren nods, without much respect at all, and turns on his heel. In a huff the albino walks purposeflly towards the door after Laco, mutting something about 'Self righteous witch hunters' under his breath.

O'Rielly finally looks up towards Ghorev's voice, more by rolling his head around on the table, but he looks up at the Andorian very shocked.

Suvon turns to Ghorev and nods once. "You do, sir." He remains standing before his seat.

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "Wow..."

. o O Goodwin thinks, "I'm not sure that'd be a lawful order."

Goodwin purses his lips and sits with his PADD at the ready for note-taking. He's not entirely certain, mind, whether these are still his officers since the branch they were in no longer exists, but better safe than sorry on this one.

Dakin stands from his seat, saying to Goodwin, "Let me know if I need to clean anything up." More formally, to Ghorev and Suvon, "Sir, Commander Suvon, I'll be taking my leave if there are no objections."

Ghorev gives Dakin an affirmative gesture without taking his gaze off of the Vulcan.

Suvon nods in dismissal to Dakin, and turns after a moment to face Laco. "Lieutenant, I know you are angry. I would ask that you also please hear me out on this information. It may not sway you choice, but it is information you should hear."

Dakin gives a thoughtful nod to Goodwin, and one of sympathy to Laco, before making his way out the door.

Laco stops to spit back, "Commander, if I have to spend another moment in your presence, I'll very likely try my best to convert your face into a screaming mass of green gore and bone splinters. Granted I might not be as strong as a Vulcan, but I guarantee I'm ten times as tenacious as you'll ever be."

Dakin heads out of the ward room, the doors sliding shut behind him.

Dakin has left.

Nevaren heads out of the ward room, the doors sliding shut behind him.

Nevaren has left.

As soon as the door slides closed leaving Suvon, Ghorev, Goodwin, Laco and O'Rielly in the room, Suvon begins to speak. "Thank you for hearing me out. As noted the operational secrecy of the intelligence cell on the station was violated so severely that it left me with three choices, to leave the intelligence cell exposed, to disband the cell, or to disband the cell publicly and then to reform the cell in secret with official cover stories. In short, Lieutenant Laco and Lieutenant O'Rielly, you are both highly capable officers who show excellent potential, but who have made a few mistakes. Your position magnifies those mistakes and they draw attention. However, I want you to remain part of this the intelligence cell on this station, but the cell must remain a secret." The Vulcan is actually speaking a tad fast, perhaps responding to the tenseness of the situation.

. o O O'Rielly feels like he has a very massive headache coming on.

"Oh." Josh's response is somewhat surprised at that. He puts down his PADD, frowning slightly at the shifting he's been doing on a copy of the Station's organizational chart.

O'Rielly sits up a little straighter upon hearing this. Instead of looking to Laco, Suvon or Goodwin, he looks to Ghorev. "I think I finally understand you Commander Ghorev."

Ghorev says, "You flatter yourself," without turning a glance to O'Rielly. "However, the fact remains, Mister Suvon, that your tactic, as you yourself might say, was illogical, on the grounds that it failed to meet the stated objective of being 'public', and involved only the senior officers on this station who are, by their own clearance, *authorized* to know that a Starfleet Intelligence exists on this station."

Laco's smirk returns. "Oh, is that so? Is it really?" His tone gets more heated as he continues. "I have not appended a single report in the last eight months at anything less than level seven clearance. I didn't stop my attack on Occa because I was /already moving/!" Laco bellows. He takes a breath to calm himself. "I'm going home. As far as I'm concerned, this has just been an ill-advised six-month detour."

Suvon turns to Lieutenant Laco first. "My concern with regards to Occa was that you broke weapons on the mission, weapons which the commanding officer had forbidden. I have found no indication you yourself have breached operational security, and in that I commend you," he says, before turning to Ghorev. "Due to the nature of potentially classified material which could be addressed in such a meeting, I can make the meeting only so public."

O'Rielly just smirks towards Ghorev for a second before looking over to Goodwin.

Goodwin has since covered up any disappointment at this all being crafty Vulcan-tricks. Goodwin just looks thoughtful, nodding his head. "So how are we going to be working this, then?"

Ghorev says, "That does not, however, answer my concern. This was theatrics with no purpose, Mister Suvon. Every single one of the officers who were just here will know tomorrow if the SI cell is returned to business. So ... what did you buy yourself with this charade?"

. o O Laco thinks, "You self-serving, apple-polishing desk pilot-opportunist. If Commander Ghorev wouldn't stop me, and therefore force me to disable him too, you'd be groping about on the floor looking for your teeth."

. o O Goodwin thinks, "It's a good question."

Laco turns to exit.

"The reaction of senior staff, and for a few days, that of Lieutenant Laco and Lieutenant O'Rielly," replies Suvon. "Once the intelligence officers have firmly settled into their cover stories and word has spread, then their presence can be acknowledged to senior staff. Also, in the interim, it would be feasiable to suggest that the officers may wish to leave the station, and if they, and you, are willing, then the plan suggested to attempt to draw out Leyton on Torda has been given the green light. It is a rather interesting plan, one with a high degree chance of success. After the mission the officers can return to the station and step into their cover roles."

"Leyton, Torda, plan, huh?" says Josh Goodwin, the only individual in the room without sufficient clearance to know what plan they're speaking of. So he just sounds confused instead.

O'Rielly looks to Suvon, "And what exactly do you have in mind for cover stories? Lieutenant Laco and Ensign Robert have it easy as they've come into SI after having their career established. As most of the at least Senior officers, and people who knew me from the timeline we were stuck in, have an idea that I'm career..."

. o O Laco thinks, "Leyton, eh? Oh, I'll go see Admiral Leyton. And when you see me next, I'll be on his bridge. I'll show you all."

. o O Laco feels sudden glee.

Suddenly, and odd, odd calm settles over Laco. All he says is, "I'm listening, then."

Ghorev is frowning, but listens.

"Lieutenant Laco would remain the Siinogan Mission Specialist, befitting his rank and experience," replies Suvon. "The Case Officer would hold a Diplomatic Attache cover, the Signals Intelligence Officer would hold a Fleet Attache, and you Lieutenant O'Rielly would hold a Data Systems Liaison Officer cover. All command branch positions, with line status granted to the Station Chief and Case Officer as established by their covers." He looks to Goodwin. "Your intelligence officers have put together an extremely viable plan to locate Leyton, and hoprefully bring him into Starfleet custody."

"They're not really mine," mutters Goodwin, shaking his head slightly. "I mean, I like to think they are, but they sort of occupy a position near me in the org chart, but really are sort of out here." He gestures to the far left of himself. "Anyhow. That's good to hear. Poor case officer..."

Ghorev says, "Except that we have no case officer, since our case officer *was* the man you were pretending to be, Mister Suvon."

O'Rielly laughs, kinda loudly, though the laugh doesn't come after Suvon's comments, but directly after Goodwin's "They're not really mine..." speech

Laco stands there in silence.

Suvon nods in response to Ghorev. "That is true. That will be the cover for future Case Officers who are assigned to the station."

Ghorev nods. Grunts. "Well, you have made your purpose here clear. Frankly, I think the need for *me* to be here is done."

Goodwin nods his head and goes to gather up his PADD. "Indeed, Commander. Is there anything else you require from us?"

Suvon nods to Ghorev. "Thank you, sir, for remaining to listen." He turns then to Goodwin. "I do require your presence Commander. There are a few other matters for us to address, some of which you will need to action on." He moves to retake his seat. "Lieutenant Laco, could you please join us?"

Laco crosses his arms, "I haven't gone anywhere."

Goodwin frowns slightly, but nods his head. "Of course, Commander." His PADD is placed back on the table as he considers just what the Starfleet Intelligence head might need from him.

Ghorev pauses at the door. "One more thing, Mister Suvon." He gives the Vulcan a long look. "I have a very long memory. And, if you ask anyone, you will find out that I do, in fact, hold grudges. Be very, very careful, from now on."

O'Rielly just remains quiet in his seat, though looking a little disappointed.

Suvon looks to Ghorev and watches the Andorian for a moment. "So noted. I am sorry to hear that. Good evening, Commander Ghorev," he says before turning back to the table. "The first matter I would like to address is...."