The Best And The Brightest Part 10

Moll read the vector a.n.a.lysis with a quick glance. "He's right. And we're picking up speed."

Mantegna checked navigational sensors. "We're in a primary jet stream."

"I've done my sensor sweeps, let's get out of here," Wu suggested. Mantegna raised one brow at Wukee, a silent reminder that he was the one in charge. His hands slowed as he deliberately reversed the coordinates to return them from where they came.

Moll accessed the sensor logs, scanning the data, while Mantegna announced, "One quarter impulse power."

"Wait!" Moll called out, running a computer a.n.a.lysis to confirm her findings. "I'm reading a subs.p.a.ce beacon on the tag emitter. It's very faint, but it's there. Number 09Alpha-99B4."

Wukee whistled. "Why such a high number?"

Mantegna started to check the tag inventory, but Moll already knew what it was. The ultimate find.

"It's a piece of planetary crust," she told the others. "One of the original science teams found it in the inner band, but they had to jettison it when a charge arced between them. They tagged it and went back with a hyper forcefield, but it was gone."

"A rogue asteroid," Wu said admiringly.

"It's more than that," Moll insisted. "They found evidence of panspermia embedded in the matter. They've been looking for this asteroid for the past eleven decades."

The other cadets were staring at her, unused to an outburst from her.

Moll took a deep breath. "Don't you see how important this is? We can't allow the asteroid to be sucked into the gravity well!"

"Then what did you do?" the voice asked, seemingly echoing around the empty white room. Moll felt isolated, sitting on a chair in the very center, with no edges in the arched ceiling or curved walls to focus on.

She explained to the unseen voice, "Our team tried to stop the spin with a focused particle beam. We hoped that would break the magnetic field; then we could grapple the asteroid and take it back to the science station."

There was a pause, and Moll Enor couldn't help the jump in her heartbeat. She was in deep trouble, called to a hearing before the Symbiosis Commission. Her testimony would be used to help the Commission decide if she had deliberately endangered the Enor symbiont by her actions.

It was the highest crime under the Commission's jurisdiction, and the most severe sentence for a joined Trill was to be ordered into protective custody. If the host didn't comply with the ruling, they could even be put to death so the symbiont could be pa.s.sed to a competent host. Much of the screening performed by the Symbiosis Comission was done to eliminate Initiates with psychological instabilities to prevent that from happening.

Moll knew she wasn't at that level yet, but her unseen judges beyond the curved wall could order her to leave Starfleet and return permanently to the Trill homeworld. And there was nothing for her here, nothing but the pool. Though it was her preferred retreat, a lifetime of the same experiences, compounded by her eidetic memory, would surely lead to madness.

The soothing monotone voice asked, "What was the risk level of this procedure?"

"We had never done it before, so we knew it could fail," Moll admitted.

"Did it fail?" the interrogator asked.

"Yes." Moll cleared her throat as she remembered the magnetic arc that surged between the pod and the metal-rich asteroid. An electronic fire had whipped through the Sagittarius, fusing power relays in every system of the science pod.

A holo-image of Wu suddenly appeared near Moll. She knew her fellow cadet was at the Academy on Earth, in an empty room, his image relayed via comm-link to Trill. He was smiling nervously, as the voice asked, "Starfleet Cadet Buck Wu, why did you agree to attempt the dangerous procedure that Cadet Moll Enor suggested?"

"Why?" Wu repeated, shifting his eyes upward, apparently addressing the ceiling for lack of a person to focus on. Moll could sympathize, facing the same thing herself. But the Investigators of the Symbiosis Commission believed a more honest testimony was given this way, uncolored by a witness's reaction to the Commissioners.

"Yes, why did you do as Cadet Moll Enor suggested? Was she in command of your mission?"

"No, Mantegna was."

"Starfleet Cadet Mantegna is on record that he was against the attempt," the interrogator intoned, noting the sequence number of the testimony for the Commission members to access.

Wukee opened his mouth to reply, but he was replaced in a burst of static by Campbell. Campbell looked as if he was at attention, stiff and self-conscious.

"Starfleet Cadet Ho Campbell," the voice announced. "You were also a member of the research team on the Sagittarius science pod."

"Yes, sir!" Campbell snapped to attention. "I believe Cadet Moll conducted herself with bravery befitting a Starfleet officer, sir!"

The voice didn't respond to Campbell's declaration. "Was it part of your duties to retrieve asteroids?"

"Duty?" Campbell asked, shifting slightly, his voice lowering. "No, we tag asteroids with subs.p.a.ce beacons. It's the science teams who retrieve them."

"So the attempt to retrieve the asteroid was outside the normal bounds of your duties as you understood them, is that correct?"

"Yes."

Campbell's proud, pained face turned into static as his holo-image was replaced by one of Mantegna. He was settling the sleeve of his shirt, tugging lightly on the cuff, feigning nonchalance at the interrogation.

"Starfleet Cadet Yllian Mantegna," the voice announced. "Commander of the Sagittarius research mission. Why did you attempt to destroy the magnetic field with a focused particle beam, the procedure suggested by Cadet Moll Enor?"

"She said it would work. I trusted her judgment." He continued to examine his shirt. "She's supposed to be brilliant, isn't she?"

"Do you believe Cadet Moll Enor misrepresented the risk?" the interrogator asked.

Grudgingly, Mantegna admitted, "No. But she said she could do it."

Moll winced at his condescension. But she had seen him panic when their main power array was blown apart by the feedback from the particle beam. As emergency life support came on line with the distinctive ruddy lights, he had let out a frightened squeak like he was two years old. Mantegna knew she would never forget-and succeeding generations of hosts would never forget-the way he had nearly levitated out of his seat when the hatch to the lifeboat automatically cycled open. He was the first one inside the lifeboat, even though he had to push Wukee aside at the hatch to get in.

Smoothly the voice asked, "Did you order Cadet Moll Enor to remain behind in the science pod?"

Mantegna sat forward, his eyes narrowing. "No, Cadet Enor volunteered-insisted, actually. She said someone had to stay with the asteroid to try to stop the spin. I told her she'd never get the pod's systems powered up before it crossed into the inner phases, but she thought she could."

Moll crossed her arms protectively over her stomach and the symbiont. The way she remembered it, Mantegna didn't say three words when she had explained that she would stay with the asteroid until they returned with a rescue team. He had cycled the hatch closed so fast they almost didn't hear her advice on how to best use the lifeboat thrusters to get out of the vortex. How could she describe her feelings as the vacuum broke between the pod and the lifeboat, when she desperately wanted to call after them to wait for her? It had been her idea to stay, but she felt abandoned.

"Did you agree with Moll Enor's a.n.a.lysis?"

"No. That's why I ordered the evacuation," Mantegna replied.

"At that time, did you believe the asteroid was worth the risk of staying behind?" the interrogator pressed.

"No, I did not."

"Did you believe Cadet Moll Enor was endangering her life?"

"No. She could have left in the other lifeboat at any time."

"Do you believe Moll Enor made the correct decision to stay with the asteroid?"

Moll held her breath, hoping Mantegna's arrogance would finally help her out. If he believed that what she had done involved no danger and was basically of little importance, the Commission might believe that, too.

But Mantegna stunned her by admitting, "I have to say, she did it. She stopped the spin and slowed the vortex, giving the rescue team time to reach both her and the asteroid before they entered the inner phases. She deserves the Starfleet commendation she was awarded."

Moll could have groaned at his unexpected accolades. Just when she least needed it, Mantegna finally gave her his approval. The problem was, she wasn't in trouble with Starfleet! It was the Trill who had her on trial.

Next, the investigators for the Symbiosis Commission played the internal log from the science pod, thoughtfully provided by Starfleet. Moll had to force herself to sit still as those desperate hours unfolded again. She couldn't watch her own face, knowing the doubts that drove her, with the fear that she had made a terrible mistake staying in the science pod. The lifepod was even less shielded than the Sagittarius, and while it may have saved her life, the symbiont would have been harmed-and the Commission had those facts right in front of them.

As the log played out, the interrogator counted the rising radiation rate within the pod, well over the acceptable tolerance levels for the symbiont. Then there was the final burst of activity as she finally created a link and filtered enough energy through her tricorder to create an arc between the pod and the relay buoy, shorting out the magnetic vortex. The asteroids spun away, finally released to rejoin the chaotic helix motion, while the buoy and the panspermia asteroid slowed, spinning around each other as they were jostled from the jet stream.

In the recording, Moll bowed her head to her arms. There was silence as the image continued, then the interrogator cut in, saying, "A rescue team arrived within the hour. Cadet Moll Enor was treated on board the rescue ship for fifth degree radiation burns."

Moll couldn't watch the holo-image. Nothing could convey the gut-wrenching pain of synchrotron radiation exposure. Or her dread that she had made a mistake that would cost her everything.

"Were you aware you were endangering your symbiont?"

"Yes," Moll admitted, raising her chin. "But I believed it was an acceptable risk."

"Why do you consider your actions acceptable?"

"Because saving the asteroid with the panspermia fossil was of paramount importance."

"Importance to whom?" the voice inquired.

Moll tightened her lips. "To everyone! There's nothing more important than evidence of a fundamental connection between all humanoid life-forms. Especially now, when we have to work together to fight the Borg!"

Her voice rang out, but with no faces to judge reactions, she couldn't know if they understood. "Don't you see, this panspermia fossil supports Galen's discovery that humanoid species in our galaxy have a common genetic heritage. We were "seeded" in the primordial oceans of many worlds. It's proof of a biological imperative that we should work together."

"What is your primary concern, your duty to Starfleet or the safety of your symbiont?"

Moll shook her head, unable to answer either way. "All I know is that I have to stay true to myself."

The cross-questioning continued for another hour, until the merciless voice relented and dismissed the Symbiosis Commission until the next day, when additional witnesses would be called. Moll had seen the list of Starfleet officials, exobiologists, and even more Trill psychologists and medical specialists. Everything she had ever done or thought would be questioned.

Already, under the expert grilling she felt as if she was being pounded while trying to maintain that she had done the only thing her conscience would allow her to do. But they had found out plenty about her, things she had tried to hide for years-her frustration at being a first host, her longing to be something other than herself, to belong to something.

She was finally taken away by two white-robed Symbiosis Commission officials. It was humiliating, the way they treated her as if she couldn't be trusted.

Moll's remarkable memory had already been the subject of one hundred and thirty-seven academic papers on Trill, but she knew there would be a flurry of new opinions produced by this hearing. She could imagine the resulting t.i.tles-"Systemic Reaction to Perfect Memory," "Instability as a Consequence of Eidetism," and "Tertiary Overload in Joined Trill."

Not for the first time, Moll was seriously doubting her own competence to be a host for Enor. She had always known the only reason she had succeeded thus far was due to her eidetic memory. Saving that panspermia fossil was the first thing she'd ever done that wasn't based on the capacity of her memory. As Jayme's constant, supportive communiques pointed out, it had taken sheer courage to stay in the science pod when she knew she might be killing her symbiont. Yet her pride at her accomplishment was rapidly dwindling. Perhaps she should only focus on mental pursuits rather than try to be more than she was by joining Starfleet.

But that was all Jadzia's fault.

"Your room," one of the officials informed her. "Will you wish to leave tonight?"

"I doubt it," she replied wearily.

"Very well, we will return tomorrow morning to escort you to the hearing room."

Moll leaned against the door as it closed behind her, wondering if she had the motivation to eat before falling into bed.

"Nice to see you again, Moll!"

A chair turned, making Moll start in surprise. "Jadzia! What are you doing here?"

Jadzia Dax seemed composed, seated with her legs crossed and a sly grin on her face. Moll had never seen her in the trim black Starfleet uniform with the blue shoulder placards, but it looked right on her.

"I'm surprised you didn't call me yourself," Jadzia scolded. "What are friends for?"

Moll summoned a weak answering smile. "So friends are supposed to prove each other's mental stability? I never heard that one."

Jadzia stood up to approach Moll. "Congratulations, by the way, on your commendation. You'll make lieutenant faster than I did. But then you always did everything faster than me."

Jadzia gave Moll a welcoming hug, but Moll could hardly respond. "You went through Starfleet before I did," she reminded her friend.

Jadzia waved a hand. "That's because the Initiate Inst.i.tute wouldn't accept me until I had accomplished something important."

The Inst.i.tute had accepted both of them the same year, but Jadzia was four years older than Moll, having already completed her Academy training. But in everything else, Moll was the most-favored Initiate at the Inst.i.tute. She was clearly destined for a symbiont, while everyone else had to keep on their toes, competing with each other for the rare privilege. Moll had gotten the Enor symbiont a year before Jadzia was joined with Dax, during the period that Jadzia had been expelled from the Inst.i.tute for reasons n.o.body knew.

"What's wrong?" Jadzia asked.

Moll gave her a look. "I'm on trial for my life, remember?"

"Oh, that will blow over. The Commission is constantly poking their noses into our business." Jadzia picked up an Oppala.s.sa lucky charm that Starsa had given Moll last year. "Look what happened with me. They re-accepted me as an Initiate after kicking me out, and I still don't know what that was all about. If the Commission didn't do all these hearings and make big announcements, people would start to think they were unnecessary."

Moll laughed, but there was a bitter edge to it. "Maybe they're right about me. They say I have a profound ambiguity toward my symbiont."

"Who doesn't?" Jadzia smiled playfully. "Come on, don't take it so seriously."

"I can't help it."

"I knew you'd be this way. But I have something that's sure to help," Jadzia a.s.sured her.

"What is it?"

"Do you want to go in there tomorrow and prove you're competent to host that symbiont?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then come with me." Jadzia gestured to the door.

"I'm not supposed to leave my quarters."

"Correction: You're not supposed to leave the Inst.i.tute." Jadzia held up a finger, warning her. "You're going to have to stop second-guessing everything and trust me on this one. All right?"

Moll let her pull her to her feet. "Last time you told me to trust you, I ended up in Timerhoo without a return ticket."

"What are you complaining about? You had a great story to tell when you got back."

Dax practically had to drag Moll to the holosuite she had reserved. She didn't want to tell Moll how difficult it had been to get away from DS9, or how important this trial was. Moll already knew that. What she needed right now was to relax, so she could show the Commission she was in complete control.