At 08:57 Picard walks into Interrogation Room 1 and stops, startled.
For the first time in his life as Captain, the crew are early to something, and not just something. His trial. Do they hate him?
He sits down and nods at Admiral Henry. No response back. It looks like he needs a dump. This is a good sign, thinks Picard. If I can make him get up and leave, the trial’s over.
Satie is glaring at him.
The betazoid is holding another pad.
Worf is sitting on the other side, in the advocate’s chair. Picard gets up and runs over, asking him quickly, ‘are you representing me?’
‘I think so, Captain.’
‘Remember the drumhead trial thing I said, Worf…’
‘Captain…’ says Admiral Satie. ‘It’s 9am.’
Picard sits down in the spotlight and shifts his body into what he read was the innocence pose. ‘Before we begin the lunacy, I’d like to give a speech.’
‘No,’ says Satie.
‘Under Federation law 24591-34 it is my right to speak before any trial or interrogation and, as far as I’m aware, we’re still operating under that law.’
Picard clears his throat. ‘Stop this Admiral. I implore you.’
‘There was more, but I’ve forgotten…’ Continue reading