Deanna
sat restlessly in her chair, wishing she could be anywhere else, and wanting to
be in sickbay with Will. Knowing
what Admiral Bryant had to say, and actually hearing it confirmed were two very
separate things.
She
listened helplessly as he officially ordered the permanent removal of Commander
William Riker from active duty aboard the USS Enterprise, and unofficially
ended his career in Starfleet. She
felt the anger rise in her throat.
It wasn't fair, and the fact that she knew their reasons as well, if not
better than anyone else did little to ease that feeling. Every part of her screamed that this
was wrong. Finally, She lost the
battle.
"Admiral,
what does Starfleet intend to DO about what happened on Delaran five?" Her
blunt question startled everyone in the room, including Admiral Bryant, who had
barely finished speaking.
"Well,
Counselor, of course provisions will be made to spare future tragedy, and
investigations have already been conducted in the month following the
accident. As you know, we can find
no definite cause for the false reading received by your ships computers. We are all of course deeply sorry for
Commander Riker's situation, but I'm afraid that is out of our hands."
Deanna's
dark eyes flashed dangerously at the Admiral's final remark. She stood, her back to Captain Picard
and the Admiral for a moment, before turning to face the two men. "Admiral Bryant, the very best
equipment in the possession of Starfleet, along with the best minds in the
federation have consistently misinterpreted the atmosphere on Delaran five,
resulting in the incapacitation and near death of an officer, I believe that
qualifies as more than a few false readings."
Admiral
Steven Bryant kept his seat, but met her challenge with tightly controlled
anger. Controlled, that is, to
everyone except Deanna, The admiral's bursts of emotion only serving to
intensify her own fury. "We
have attempted to discover the cause of this situation as best we could. At this point, we have exhausted all of
our current resources in this matter, and simply cannot devote anything more to
this issue. We feel that it is in
the best interests of the Federation to place our emphasis on containment of
the phenomenon until such time as we are able to better analyze --"
"And
what if it isn't an isolated incident Admiral?" Deanna's angry rebuttal
cut of Bryant's stream of bureaucratic rhetoric midstream. What if there are more planets out
there giving off "false readings" like these?" She placed her
hands against the cool surface of the table in front of her and met the man's
gaze with her own. It was a
gesture, she suddenly realized, that was characteristic of Riker. She pushed the thought back and
continued. "How many people
have to lose their career's, their lives...or worse, to be sentenced to untold
pain and suffering for who knows how long, before you are willing to devote
resources to finding the cause?"
"Counselor,"
Picard tried to intervene in an attempt to keep the conversation for spiraling
further out of control, but Bryant cut him off.
"What
would you have me do?" The man's angry phrase cut through the room,
drowning out the Captain’s level voice completely.
The
normally composed Counselor exploded under the combined force of fury in the
room. "I want you to tell me
why the hell no one around here knows the difference between oxygen and
POISON!"
Now
Bryant was on his feet as well, his anger flaring for the last time. "This conversation is over --Commander."
His voice rang with authority, but even he couldn't have anticipated Troi's
response.
Deanna's
had slammed down on the table with explosive force. "You're damn right it's over." Her final phrase
was spoken with deathly quiet.
She
spun on her heel and left the room without waiting for a formal dismissal from
the admiral. It took a few moments
for the occupants to register that she had left her badge and rank behind, much
less consider when she had removed them.
Her
formal resignation appeared on Picard's desk less than a half an hour later.