Pieces, Connected
Posted on 18 Feb 2016 @ 12:40am by Lieutenant Commander Roget del Rosario
432 words; about a 2 minute read
Mission:
Outbreak
Location: Detention
Timeline: MD 0
Roget sat in his cell in Detention. He knew he deserved to be there. He had been a party to a conspiracy against Starfleet, the organization he had dedicated his entire adult life to. It hurt, knowing now that he had been working in opposition to that which he held dear.
Kos didn't sabotage the ship, but someone had to, he thought. This had bothered him since the incident had first occurred. The evidence was clearly intended to frame Kos, but he hadn't believed that she was guilty. It had served his needs to have her out of the picture, as his orders had been to get close to Geisler so he could watch him, assess him, and, if the Captain was in fact the threat that others thought he was, Roget was to remove the threat.
And, so, Roget had done just that. He used Kos being framed to his advantage. He saw it as fortuitous that someone had set Kos up. He hadn't been all that interested in discovering who, though. Whoever it was seemed to be on the same side he was. After all, Kos was a roadblock to Roget completing his mission.
It wasn't until he was confronted on the Bridge, at phaser point, that he began to piece things together.
Kos hadn't sabotaged the ship. Whoever had done it had sufficient knowledge of power systems to know what to do. And also skill in computers to be able to write code capable of incriminating Kos and protecting the actual saboteur. There were only a couple of people on the ship with the requisite skills. The information on the isolinear chip he'd given Kos contained the evidence needed to prove his prevailing theory.
Being confronted had made him realize that his orders had not actually come from Starfleet Command, like he'd thought, but rather from the Consortium. He hadn't had any reason to doubt the voracity of his orders, until Consortium operatives were exposed. Having turned his back, although unknowingly, on Starfleet had wounded him deeply. With the revelation that he was serving a different master than he'd thought, he saw no option but to turn himself in. He knew it was unlikely that Geisler would recommend or encourage more lenient sentencing. I wouldn't. Not for someone who shot me point blank, he said to himself. He knew that he was likely going to end up in a penal colony for a lengthy stint. He didn't doubt his ability to handle it, but he would forever struggle with the label he had earned.
Traitor.