Judgement – Dorian's trial (part II)
by Alderman Dorian Gabriel & Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) & Commander Karen Villiers & Ambassador Cala Lurn & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin & Lieutenant Mathew Totti
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Several minutes later, having given the jurors and concerned parties time to digest, Ned dismissed Mr Muldeen and called for the next witness, a Cardassian prisoner that Gabriel had interrogated.
He allowed the Cardassian time to sit before he asked him the simple questions, his name, rank and what his current duties were before he posed the question that he was on the stand for.
"Please recant your dealings with the accused." He stated simply, making his way across to the viewing bench and sat down, bringing his one leg over his knee and settling his clasped hands on his knee whilst still holding his PADD.
The Cardassian looked over the court room, one eye hidden behind a dark blue patch that filled the socket from ridge to ridge. He gave Gabriel the bright and cheery smile of someone who has comprehensively got the upperhand, and turned back to Muldeen, "Whilst I was a prisoner in his care, he tortured me for information. Whilst I could not resist, he beat me, kicked me, dislocated my shoulder, and poisoned me." He tapped the eye patch with one finger. "As a result, my sight is not what it was."
Dorian gripped the sides of his table as he lunged to his feet. "You are actually going to take the word of this CARDASSIAN against mine!? I'm a Starfleet officer, how many Federations citizens has he killed or tortured!?! How many ships has he raided with the rest of his miserable pirate group!" He shouted. "You can't believe ANYTHING his kind says!" He continued
Tucker grinned sardonically at Dorians outburst, it was exactly the response he was hoping for, the ferocity in his face spoke louder than any unprovoked insult could warrant and he knew that it would shock the court, but not those who knew him.
His hands rose into the air in mock surrender as he waved his hands side to side as if surrendering but he was not about to do so.
Isha had observed the proceedings so far without comment; they would never know for certain why she had ceded her role as prosecutor, but it was all part of a much bigger plan. So she had sat, with her eyes half closed and in almost meditative stillness, but with a slight curl to her lips that might have suggested amusement.
It was Gabriel's somewhat predictable outrage that prompted her to raise her gaze; the man had no idea what was going on, she thought, not for the first time as she watched him fume.
Ted rose to his feet allowing his foot to slip from his knee.
"This Cardassian is not in the dock under the suspicion of murder Lieutenant Commander" He emphasised Dorians rank, "you are." He spun back to the Cardassian. "Please continue." He then saw for the first time the Romulan Ambassador and tipped his head in the slightest of movements acknowledging her presence.
"I believe that the Commander was working in Starfleet Intelligence at the time," Garson began. "We were to be transported to an Intelligence facilty, but Gabriel was not satisfied with that. He came to the holding cell I shared with a shipmate, Dakka Parn. The first thing I knew was when he pounced on Dakka, and injecterd him with something. Dakka fell to the floow, seizing and fitting. Then he was still. Gabriel told me he was dead, and I would follow unless I told him where in the neutral zone our base was. "
And while the court listened, Garson relayed the details of his beating and maiming at the hands of Dorian Gabriel. He didn't embroider. He didn't have to. The facts in themselves were damning. A systematic and complete torture of a prisoner, by a senior Starfleet officer, who not only should have known better, but had encouraged the complicity of another officer to boot.
"And in the end, Ladies and gentlemen, I did tell him. If I didn't know better, I would have said the Obsidian Order itself had trained him."
The man placed his hand on the shoulder of Commander Gabriel as he stood up to address the court. While he could understand the frustration his client experienced, he knew that allowing him to rant and rave like a lunatic would only taint him in the eyes of the court.
"Donovan I'shar, counsel for the Defense." the attorney stated as he buttoned his jacket and approached the Cardassian witness who sat in such a sense of approval of himself.
"You don't deny that your testimony here was given in exchange to a deal that had been cut with the Prosecution? You testify for them against the Commander in exchange for a shorter sentnece?" he asked immediately.
"Something like that," Garson admitted affably.
"Mr. Garson, isn't it true that at the time you met Commander Gabriel, you were being held onboard the station under suspicion of acts of piracy against Federation vessels?" he asked.
"Yes it is." The cardassian gave a smile.
"Isn't it also true that prior to that, you have been a significant member of the Cardassian Empire's military, before it had been disbanded?" the attorney asked.
Garson looked less certain now. "Lots of people were in the military. State service is an honor."
"And during your service to the Cardassian Empire you took part in the invasion of the Federation colony on Kal'nost IV?" He asked, as he faced the audience during his questioning.
"Along with about six thousand others." Garson looked to Tucker, wondering where this was going
Tucker was not sure where this was going but he could not yet intervene with the line of questioning until he had a clear and decisive path. He listened to each syllable of the defences questioning.
"Your Honor," I'shar said with a smile as he responded to the objection. "This line of questioning is only going to fully demonstrate the witnesses' propensity for truthfulness. Furthermore, the door was opened by the Prosecution to inquire into his character when they had him testify as some sort of 'victim' of the Starfleet." He replied with a tone that was intended to provoke the witness.
"I am not on trial here, that hypocritical lump skragh is!" Garson struggled to keep the snarl from his voice, and barely succeeded. "Do you think I blinded myself?"
Cala watched as the tension grew with in the group. Her eyes were focused on the Cardassian in the standing trial. She'd hope she wouldn't have to stand in and fix the problem at hand. She looked at the Romulan Ambassador and wondered what she was thinking all about this. Cala wasn't a big fan of her, not one bit. She gave a sigh hoping things would pan out.
"So, despite all the pain and misery you've brought upon others, you now expect this court to view you as some kind of sympathetic victim? Is that your intention here today?" He asked.
Ned stood and was about to call a halt to this line of defence but Gardons look stopped him for the moment.
Gardon glanced to Ned, then faced the defending counsel. "Sympathy isn't necessary. And Cardassian's have had their own share of pain and misery. The point, counsel," Garson was speaking through gritted teeth, his whole body rigid, "Is that whether I'm sympathetic or not, I am a victim, the victim of a man who has spat all over everything your precious federation stands for."
"a victim?" the attorney laughed as he remained close to the Cardassian's face. "Do you really believe yourself to be a victim?" He asked again in a more incredulous tone as he turned his back towards the prisoner and walked back to counsel table.
"I am certain that the people within this room could think of a plethora or words to describe you, but I can assure you. . ." He said, as he looked up from his padd and back towards the prisoner. "A victim. . .will never be one of them." He concluded.
"Your honor, Defense is finished with this. . ." he said as he tried to find a word to aptly describe the individual placed before him. ". . .prisoner," he said with such contempt as if the words spewed from his mouth in utter contempt.
Ned stepped forward with one last question. "Mr Garson, if I may, as you stated, you were tortured by the Commander. Did you ever retaliate?" the question required a simple yes or no.
The Cardassian gave a short hollow laugh. "No. I was too busy begging for my life."
"Thank you." Ned responded as he spun about on his heel and dipped his head to the defence and the Judge and moved back to his seat.
OFF
Garson
Cardassian Pirate
NPC by Notty
Edward Nugent
By Mark
Ambassador Isha e-Khellian i-Ramnau t'Illialhlae
Ambassador Cala Lurn
Envoy
by Alderman Dorian Gabriel & Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) & Commander Karen Villiers & Ambassador Cala Lurn & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin & Lieutenant Mathew Totti
Post Details
| Title | Dorian's trial (part II) | |
| Mission | Judgement | |
| Author(s) | Alderman Dorian Gabriel & Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) & Commander Karen Villiers & Ambassador Cala Lurn & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin & Lieutenant Mathew Totti | |
| Posted | Sat Dec 17, 2011 @ 12:08am | |
| Location | Conference Room 3 | |
| Timeline | SD39 10:20 |
Several minutes later, having given the jurors and concerned parties time to digest, Ned dismissed Mr Muldeen and called for the next witness, a Cardassian prisoner that Gabriel had interrogated.
He allowed the Cardassian time to sit before he asked him the simple questions, his name, rank and what his current duties were before he posed the question that he was on the stand for.
"Please recant your dealings with the accused." He stated simply, making his way across to the viewing bench and sat down, bringing his one leg over his knee and settling his clasped hands on his knee whilst still holding his PADD.
The Cardassian looked over the court room, one eye hidden behind a dark blue patch that filled the socket from ridge to ridge. He gave Gabriel the bright and cheery smile of someone who has comprehensively got the upperhand, and turned back to Muldeen, "Whilst I was a prisoner in his care, he tortured me for information. Whilst I could not resist, he beat me, kicked me, dislocated my shoulder, and poisoned me." He tapped the eye patch with one finger. "As a result, my sight is not what it was."
Dorian gripped the sides of his table as he lunged to his feet. "You are actually going to take the word of this CARDASSIAN against mine!? I'm a Starfleet officer, how many Federations citizens has he killed or tortured!?! How many ships has he raided with the rest of his miserable pirate group!" He shouted. "You can't believe ANYTHING his kind says!" He continued
Tucker grinned sardonically at Dorians outburst, it was exactly the response he was hoping for, the ferocity in his face spoke louder than any unprovoked insult could warrant and he knew that it would shock the court, but not those who knew him.
His hands rose into the air in mock surrender as he waved his hands side to side as if surrendering but he was not about to do so.
Isha had observed the proceedings so far without comment; they would never know for certain why she had ceded her role as prosecutor, but it was all part of a much bigger plan. So she had sat, with her eyes half closed and in almost meditative stillness, but with a slight curl to her lips that might have suggested amusement.
It was Gabriel's somewhat predictable outrage that prompted her to raise her gaze; the man had no idea what was going on, she thought, not for the first time as she watched him fume.
Ted rose to his feet allowing his foot to slip from his knee.
"This Cardassian is not in the dock under the suspicion of murder Lieutenant Commander" He emphasised Dorians rank, "you are." He spun back to the Cardassian. "Please continue." He then saw for the first time the Romulan Ambassador and tipped his head in the slightest of movements acknowledging her presence.
"I believe that the Commander was working in Starfleet Intelligence at the time," Garson began. "We were to be transported to an Intelligence facilty, but Gabriel was not satisfied with that. He came to the holding cell I shared with a shipmate, Dakka Parn. The first thing I knew was when he pounced on Dakka, and injecterd him with something. Dakka fell to the floow, seizing and fitting. Then he was still. Gabriel told me he was dead, and I would follow unless I told him where in the neutral zone our base was. "
And while the court listened, Garson relayed the details of his beating and maiming at the hands of Dorian Gabriel. He didn't embroider. He didn't have to. The facts in themselves were damning. A systematic and complete torture of a prisoner, by a senior Starfleet officer, who not only should have known better, but had encouraged the complicity of another officer to boot.
"And in the end, Ladies and gentlemen, I did tell him. If I didn't know better, I would have said the Obsidian Order itself had trained him."
The man placed his hand on the shoulder of Commander Gabriel as he stood up to address the court. While he could understand the frustration his client experienced, he knew that allowing him to rant and rave like a lunatic would only taint him in the eyes of the court.
"Donovan I'shar, counsel for the Defense." the attorney stated as he buttoned his jacket and approached the Cardassian witness who sat in such a sense of approval of himself.
"You don't deny that your testimony here was given in exchange to a deal that had been cut with the Prosecution? You testify for them against the Commander in exchange for a shorter sentnece?" he asked immediately.
"Something like that," Garson admitted affably.
"Mr. Garson, isn't it true that at the time you met Commander Gabriel, you were being held onboard the station under suspicion of acts of piracy against Federation vessels?" he asked.
"Yes it is." The cardassian gave a smile.
"Isn't it also true that prior to that, you have been a significant member of the Cardassian Empire's military, before it had been disbanded?" the attorney asked.
Garson looked less certain now. "Lots of people were in the military. State service is an honor."
"And during your service to the Cardassian Empire you took part in the invasion of the Federation colony on Kal'nost IV?" He asked, as he faced the audience during his questioning.
"Along with about six thousand others." Garson looked to Tucker, wondering where this was going
Tucker was not sure where this was going but he could not yet intervene with the line of questioning until he had a clear and decisive path. He listened to each syllable of the defences questioning.
"Your Honor," I'shar said with a smile as he responded to the objection. "This line of questioning is only going to fully demonstrate the witnesses' propensity for truthfulness. Furthermore, the door was opened by the Prosecution to inquire into his character when they had him testify as some sort of 'victim' of the Starfleet." He replied with a tone that was intended to provoke the witness.
"I am not on trial here, that hypocritical lump skragh is!" Garson struggled to keep the snarl from his voice, and barely succeeded. "Do you think I blinded myself?"
Cala watched as the tension grew with in the group. Her eyes were focused on the Cardassian in the standing trial. She'd hope she wouldn't have to stand in and fix the problem at hand. She looked at the Romulan Ambassador and wondered what she was thinking all about this. Cala wasn't a big fan of her, not one bit. She gave a sigh hoping things would pan out.
"So, despite all the pain and misery you've brought upon others, you now expect this court to view you as some kind of sympathetic victim? Is that your intention here today?" He asked.
Ned stood and was about to call a halt to this line of defence but Gardons look stopped him for the moment.
Gardon glanced to Ned, then faced the defending counsel. "Sympathy isn't necessary. And Cardassian's have had their own share of pain and misery. The point, counsel," Garson was speaking through gritted teeth, his whole body rigid, "Is that whether I'm sympathetic or not, I am a victim, the victim of a man who has spat all over everything your precious federation stands for."
"a victim?" the attorney laughed as he remained close to the Cardassian's face. "Do you really believe yourself to be a victim?" He asked again in a more incredulous tone as he turned his back towards the prisoner and walked back to counsel table.
"I am certain that the people within this room could think of a plethora or words to describe you, but I can assure you. . ." He said, as he looked up from his padd and back towards the prisoner. "A victim. . .will never be one of them." He concluded.
"Your honor, Defense is finished with this. . ." he said as he tried to find a word to aptly describe the individual placed before him. ". . .prisoner," he said with such contempt as if the words spewed from his mouth in utter contempt.
Ned stepped forward with one last question. "Mr Garson, if I may, as you stated, you were tortured by the Commander. Did you ever retaliate?" the question required a simple yes or no.
The Cardassian gave a short hollow laugh. "No. I was too busy begging for my life."
"Thank you." Ned responded as he spun about on his heel and dipped his head to the defence and the Judge and moved back to his seat.
OFF
Garson
Cardassian Pirate
NPC by Notty
Edward Nugent
By Mark
Ambassador Isha e-Khellian i-Ramnau t'Illialhlae
Ambassador Cala Lurn
Envoy