Maggie and Will walked out of the room where the board of inquiry concerning Lieutenant Calvin had just finished its initial session. Even behind his visor, the look of irritation on the ensign's face was apparent.
"What was that!? His ship gets destroyed by an Undine dreadnaught and they want to court-martial him? How is that fair?"
Maggie was frowning in thought as she glanced back into the room they had come from.
"Well, to be fair, court-martial procedures are standard after the loss of a ship, and from what I've gathered, Lieutenant Calvin has had a pretty unusual month as a Starfleet captain. That said, this is definitely not what I was expecting when the JAG requested me as an expert witness."
"Yeah. Why did they request you, anyway?"
Maggie frowned deeper. "Sorry, but that's classified. At least, I think it is. Right now, the only thing I'm sure of is how annoyed I am that the JAG called me here just to testify in the court-martial of a child."
"That's not fair, Maggie. The guy has had a rough time of it."
"Then the club can throw him a welcome party," Maggie said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "All I know is that man's antics and behavior have cost me literally weeks of time that would have been better spent on more fruitful areas of research."
Will was about to respond when their comm badges let out a chirp, followed by Oren-De's voice. "Senior staff, please report to the Pandora's conference room at 1100 hours." There was a pause, and Oren-De's voice seemed to shift from its normal authoritative tone to one that was a bit more awkward. "... and apologies for interrupting your shore leave."
Maggie raised an eyebrow. "I wonder what that was about." Will wasn't sure if she meant the sudden request for a meeting or Oren-De's odd final statement.
Oren-De's message went to most of the Pandora's senior staff save for two people: War'en and Redwing. The two were in the middle of Yosemite National Park, a few hours to the northeast of Starfleet Headquarters in San Francisco. Surrounded by tall redwoods that stretched up to the clear blue sky, Redwing was looking at War'en in disbelief.
"... Sadda's dead?"
War'en nodded. "It sounds like it was a freak accident. He was crushed by a mag lift that went out of control. It happened almost 36 hours ago, so time is becoming a factor. I am reporting to Starfleet Medical a--"
"You can't be serious!"
War'en looked at Redwing in shock. "Of course I am. Red, this is something I'm bound to do."
"You're 30! Most Joinings are done when a Trill is in their early or mid 20s. It's too dangerous."
War'en shook his head. "I was still judged to be a fit host by the Symbiosis Commission when they reviewed the results of my last comprehensive physical. A physical you conducted, by the way."
Red looked at War'en in what almost looked liked desperation. Before he could grasp at another straw, War'en placed his hands gently on the other man's arms.
"Red... why are you so surprised by this? I told you when we started dating that I had been chosen as a Host for the Sadda symbiont."
The medical officer looked down from War'en's gaze. "I know. I know you told me, but... I didn't think it would actually happen. Rear Admiral Sadda was still on the young side, he had a couple good decades left him in before he'd even retire. I thought you'd pass out of the acceptable age range and another Host would be selected long before he died."
"Understandable. I'm pretty surprised too. But, even then, why are you against this? Being Joined is a great honor for me, you know that."
Red looked up at War'en in frustration. "A great honor!? Will it be a great honor when that thing takes over your personality? And don't tell me it won't, War. Don't think I haven't read Starfleet Medical's database on Trill Symbionts inside and out. I know damn well that once they put that thing in you that... you may not be you anymore."
"That only happens in a few cases..."
"And one of them involved the Sadda symbiont!" Red exclaimed, his voice raised. "Don't you get it, War!? You're asking me to let you march off and die! I can't do that!" His voice lowered as he stepped back from War'en. "I... I just can't. I'm sorry." With that, Red turned and began walking away.
"Red, wait!"
War'en began walking after him, but Red tapped his comm badge. "Dr. Redwing to Pandora, one to beam up."
War watched as the blue shimmer of a transporter beam whisked Red away, leaving War alone in the forest. He could still chase after him, but he'd gotten the message. Red wanted to be left alone.