EPILOGUE:
“What the hell were you thinking!?†Admiral Quinn shouted.
“Sir...†Edgar began.
The admiral ignored him and continued shouting, “This virus is highly unethical and violates a number of treaties decades old...â€
“Sir...†Edgar attempted to interrupt once again.
The admiral seemed to subside slightly, turning the firey rage into a scolding smolder. “The Federation has always been against the usage of bio-weaponry. Now that synthetic life forms like Holograms and androids are now recognized as full citizens, we have to consider the ramifications that a computer virus could have to these things.â€
“But Sir...†Edgar protested
“Do you know what kind of nightmare I’m dealing with just from the Judge Advocate General regarding your stunt onboard the Khitomer?†The admiral stopped shouting for a moment to allow Edgar to speak.
“No Sir. It was not my intention to—â€, Edgar began once again.
“If we weren’t in this nightmare of war right now you’d be court marshaled.â€
“Understood, sir.†Edgar resigned into the seat across from the Admiral.
“Detail your command experience for me, Ensign.†Admiral Quinn ordered, emphasizing Edgar’s rank as though to belittle him, he was trying to move on from the incident on the Khitomer's main engineering section.
Edgar scrambled for his wording, “The crew performed admirably, particularly in fighting off bog spheres and the cube, Sir. Given the history with encounters with the Borg, I consider my short stint in command to be a great success, regardless of my methods.â€
The Admiral shot a look at Edgar, “And you really think your success in the captain’s chair excuses your actions onboard the Khitomer?â€
“Sir, if I can explain...That wasn’t the only time that virus was uploaded into a Borg drone.†Edgar explained. Admiral Quinn looked livid, but merely leaned forward to listen closer. “Near the Vega colony there was an uplink station that also got a dose of the virus. Due to the nature of its programming, both instances of the upload were met with success. In fact, it seems the Borg response to the attack is to disconnect the infected drone from the collective. One such case is a human drone on board the New Orleans.â€
Admiral Quinn weighed what Edgar had reported. “Can you confirm it?â€
“It said ‘help me.’ Given the syntax I made the decision to transport it to the brig. The security reports indicate that it is disoriented, unfocused, and showing biological needs for food and water as well as rest.â€
The Admiral sneered. “Ensign, this makes at least two cases this virus of yours has obtained this outcome. I guess congratulation is in order. Even one liberated Borg is usually considered a win, but two? I do not condone your actions, but given the further details of what the true intent of your virus has...This puts me in a very difficult position, Ensignâ€
“Sir?â€
“Your virus now has a consistency of liberating drones from the collective. This can be viewed by some as destroying a species, or by others as curing a disease. I cannot begin to anticipate the consequences and make the right decision.â€
“Sir, what’s going to happen to the New Orleans?†Edgar asked.
The Admiral paused. “Well, you are the commanding officer, are you not?â€
“Sir, as you have so aptly reminded the conversation, I am an Ensign. I’m not qualified to captain a ship outside emergency cases.†Edgar retorted. The Admiral sneered again.
“Viral weapon tactics aside, you did perform admirably. Normally we wouldn't consider putting someone of your rank in the captain's chair, but things are different today. I’m putting you formally in command of the New Orleans, Lieutenant.†The admiral stated, opening a drawer and bringing out a yellow pip to add to his uniform. Edgar almost fell over from the weight of the sentence. Not only was he just promoted, but his own command.
“Sir...why...?†He stammered.
“You’ve given us a weapon against a very dangerous adversary, and you have shown a great aptitude in command even when faced with a great loss. Given your actions, you’ve earned it, even if the JAG office decides to follow through with a different course. Enjoy it while it lasts.â€
“U-understood, sir. Thank-you.†Edgar responded, taking his new pip.
“Lieutenant, don’t pull another stunt like that again. You’re dismissed.†Quinn ordered.
“Aye sir.†Edgar said as he exited.
Edgar walked outside and he fitted the new pip on his uniform. After marching back to the docking platform and boarding the New Orleans once again, he found his way to his quarters. Inside, he stumbled upon Solek lying on his bed taking a nap. Edgar moved quietly, and began taking off his uniform. “How did the debriefing go?â€
“It was…interesting. I thought you were asleep.†Edgar said, running a hand through his blonde hair.
“I was resting, but not asleep. You presume too much courtesy trying to be quiet.†Solek responded, sitting up slightly. Edgar smiled at the sight.
“Blame it on my humanity then. We are incorrigibly habitual in nature.†Edgar removed his uniform jacket and tossed it towards the closet. “Admiral Quinn promoted me to lieutenant and gave me command of the New Orleans.â€
“Fascinating...An illogical if not unorthodox response to our actions...†Solek mulled.
“I don’t know what to think about all of this.†Edgar resigned, sinking into a chair.
“Edgar, you’ve given the crew thirty-six hours shore leave. Repairs to the ship will take at least another forty-eight. I suggest you beam down to surface and relax yourself. I can accompany you if you’d like.†Solek suggested. Edgar started to chuckle at Solek’s comment, reading through the logic to find the emotional drive behind it.
“You just want to see me in a swimsuit.†Solek gave a slight expression indicating he’d been caught.
“Getting you on a beach would be the most logical method, and the situation supports such a logical action from both of us.†Edgar laughed once again.
“Fine. We’ll transport down. Do you have a preference on a beach?†Edgar said, moving to the closet to grab a change of civilian clothes along with his swimsuit.
“I believe the nature of our relationship would be most acceptable in Europe, perhaps Mykonos?â€
“Done. Come get a spare suit and put some clothes on.â€
In the spacedock transporter room, Solek and Edgar stood on the platform awaiting for the clearance from traffic control for beaming down to the Athens Space Port Authority. It was a short ferry from there to the island, where Solek and Edgar spent the majority of the day relaxing on the beach and spending time experiencing the local scene.
Close to four hours prior to the shore leave ending, Solek and Edgar returned to the New Orleans. Back in uniforms, Solek followed Edgar to the ready room. “Captain, have you given thought to your choice for first officer?â€
“Oh no, I haven’t.â€
“Then might I suggest—†Edgar stopped Solek from making his suggestion.
“Solek, you mistake my lack of thought on the matter to mean I haven’t made a decision. On the contrary, you’re my first officer. Since I am now the captain...heh...I’ll be approving your transfer, and given the circumstances, Commander Davis has already informed me he has approved your request. It is logical that you serve the position since you are now the only other qualified bridge officer on board.â€
Solek began to protest but his Vulcan logic stopped him. “I must confess, that is the most logical decision, and the one I was going to suggest.â€
Edgar smiled. “See, I knew you wanted the job. I’ll be in the ready room.â€