"If I were in your shoes, sir, I would probably ask for my retirement
papers effective immediately. However, that is not what I would like you
to
do, sir. My hope is that you will allow me to continue to serve in the
capacity that I do now. I would hope that you would consider what has
been
accomplished thus far under my command of Starfleet, and what is in
progress.
I would also hope that the fact that I am coming to you about this would
count
in my favor. Another aspect to weigh, sir, are the procautions that have
been
taken thus far- the evaluation by a Vulcan healer, the physical
evaluations by
Dr. Brennan, and the behavior checks with two officers that know me better
than anyone else in the fleet. I intend on breaking this bond when
possible,
that is when Ambassador Celana D'amondra returns to Spacedock." he
answered
leaving his fate to the whim of the President.
"What a mess," the president whispered under his breath. He finally
retook his
seat. "There's no good decision for me here, Admiral. I trust you, I
feel you're
the man for this job, but if the Venasians are messing with your mind,
then I've
essentially got a Trojan Horse right here in my own cabinet."
He shook his head and looked to Matt. "Best guess, Doctor: Is he
thinking for
himself."
"Best guess," Matt qualifed. "Yes."
The president nodded. "You stay, Admiral. But," he said quickly, "you do *nothing* in
a vaccuum. Any command level decisions - especially those involving large
reassignments of materiel or personnel, have to be signed off on by your
second in comand any myself. Quietly, of course. But on this, I will not negotiate.
I will trust you, but you help me trust you."
>
"Yes, sir. I can definately live by that. Although, if I may request, sir, that we
revisit this discussion once again when the bond is broken."
{response}
*****
Chris
GM- SPD & JSOC
