Consulting Legal

Posted on Mon Jan 18th, 2016 @ 2:08am by Lieutenant Raymond Benson & Indra Nyyar & Lieutenant Bajun Julisa & Chief Petty Officer Siri
Edited on on Sun Jan 24th, 2016 @ 2:02am

Mission: Further Challenges
Location: JAG Offices

* JAG Offices *

Nyyar entered the outer office along with two security officers. She looked at the two women seated at the desks, unsure which to speak to. A male voice bellowed from one of the inner offices and one of the women dashed off, leaving her facing the young Bolian woman.

“I have an appointment with Lt. Bajun?”

Siri looked the Bajoran up and down, careful to keep her thoughts and expression professional. “Your name?”, she asked even as she buzzed Julisa’s office.

“Indra Nyyar.” An attack of nerves washed over Nyyar and she glanced back at the security detail. “I don’t know how long I’ll be. I’m sorry to make you wait.”

Both smiled and one shrugged before saying, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll keep Siri company.”

Siri beamed at him then said, “Lt. Bajun is ready for you, Ms. Indra. Go on in.” She hit a button and Jules’ door opened.

“Thank you.” Nyyar moved on past the desk and into Julisa’s office. “Hello, Lt. Bajun.” A sudden fear pierced her over how this Bajoran officer would react to her story.

Picking that up, Julisa smiled, hoping it came across warmly. “Please have a seat, Ms. Indra. I’m Julisa; I’m handling your separation and request for protection from Legate Zikar. I’ve read the file Kha’li forwarded, but I have a few questions.”

“Of course.” Nyyar sat in the chair before the desk. “Does that request include a reinstatement of my Bajoran citizenship?”

“Yes. Do you want to return to Bajor when this is done?” Julisa watched her.

“I...I don’t know,” Nyyar answered. “I won’t be going back to my village. They have no use for me, as I found out.”

“What do you mean, Ms. Indra? Did someone here tell you that or did Legate Zikar say that?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Please, call me Nyyar. I went first to Bajor when I fled Cardassia. Those in my old village remembered me and not fondly. It was only a village councilor who assisted me in getting out here. He was a friend of someone I met here. It’s a little complicated, but let’s just say that they were glad to see me go.”

Julisa’s brow furrowed, but she didn’t doubt Nyyar’s experience. “Okay, then we won’t request housing and re-acclimatization services on Bajor. If you decide you want to go there or settle there, that is an option. Legate Zikar has funds that will be split between the two of you. The dissolution of the marriage is simple, as is the order of protection. Is there anything in particular you want to make certain the Federation, the Courts or I know?”

“What happens if he refuses? How long can he drag this out, Lieutenant?” Nyyar realized she was twisting her fingers around each other. The mention of Zikar, and the realization that this was actually happening, had unsettled her.

Julisa didn’t usually deal with divorces; not because it wasn’t in her purview, but mostly because it was relatively uncommon in her experience. She caught Nyyar’s nervousness, though, and leaned forward slightly. “Ms... Nyyar, please don’t worry. He can refuse all he likes. The process will still move forward and should be completed in six weeks or so. Most of that is simply because of the distance between us, here on SB900, and Cardassia. If you choose to reconcile with Legate Zikar, that is your choice and you can stop the process. I’ll ask you if that choice is yours, made freely, of course. Have you seen Zikar on the base?”

“I spoke to him via terminal and we talked in person at the Arboretum,” Nyyar answered. “I felt I owed him an explanation as to why I ran away from him and Cardassia with no word at all. He’s...let’s say he’s not happy, shall we?”

“Most people aren’t when their partner suddenly leaves. Did something prompt you to leave? Did he injure you or threaten you?” This was where Julisa got lost: she couldn’t fathom leaving the one she loved.

Nyyar nodded. “A little over a year ago, I went to meet him at his office and he...he had been….” Nyyar paused, then described the scene for Julisa. “The man lying on the floor was young, long sandy hair and these faint red spots, just here.” She touched her temples. “I do not recognize his species. Zikar said he had a medical condition but he lied! I could tell what had been happening. Then someone I knew told me things...and she was in a position to know. The things were true. So I ran.”

“Things?” Julisa concentrated a moment then looked away. She’d read enough to know she didn’t want to pry further. “I see.” She shuffled a padd on her desk. “Hence the need for protection from the Legate and his men,” she nodded and made a note in the record. “Stay with your protection detail until the Legate is off-station. Even after that, you’ll likely need to remain on guard in case he attempts to have you ‘recovered’.”

“My friend was voiced that same concern,” Nyyar answered. “It is his opinion that if Zikar managed to get me on his ship, there would be no saving me.” She paused a moment, then shook her head. “I think you are both right. When will Zikar be notified?”

“Our officers have attempted to notify him this afternoon. So far, they haven’t found him, but they’ll get him tonight or tomorrow.”

“I don’t foresee that going well.” Nyyar frowned. “He won’t harm them but I am sure the storm will break in my direction, unless I am not reachable by terminal either. It might be best if I stick to public places. He won’t risk a blowup where it’s visible, thus risking being kicked off the station.”

“You have Security at your disposal,” Julisa gestured towards the outer office. “Again, stay with them. Feel free to ask for their help. Zikar has to be notified, so there’s no avoiding this.”

“I know. I know you have to notify him for official reasons, but perhaps it might be better handled if I tell him first, than if it comes from unknown officers of the court. I suppose I owe him that.” Nyyar looked down at her hands and made the effort to unclasp them. “It might go better for your officers as well.”

“Ah...,” Julisa stared at her for a second then shook her head slowly, “No. Just. No. Do not tell him. Do not go near him. Let our people handle this. I’ll notify you once service has been made.”

“Very well,” Nyyar agreed. “I am having dinner out tonight so it might be just as well that I won’t be near my terminal. I appreciate all you are doing. Everyone here has been more than helpful. I just wish I hadn’t been so blind for so long.”

“Sometimes, it requires time to have a blindfold removed.” Julisa said. “Enjoy your dinner tonight. Don’t answer your terminal tonight or tomorrow unless you know who is calling.”

“I won’t,” Nyyar assured Julisa. “Tonight I will be with Lt. Dobry. He’s insisted I see the Nexus Club so we’ll be there. Tomorrow afternoon I will be in Holodeck 41 if you need to reach me.”

“Okay,” again, Julisa made a note. “Do you have any other questions?”

“I don’t think so. It’s all rather fast and more than a little overwhelming, you know? I’ve had him practically all my life. But I’ve taken up enough of your time.” She rose and smoothed her skirt. “Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome, Nyyar. If you need something, let us know,” Julisa said, also standing. She waited till Nyyar was out of her office before sitting again.

It was only a few minutes later that Ray appeared at her door. “How’s it going? I’m hearing you got the fun job this week.”

“Did I? You got the Niro prosecution. How’s that going?”

“Oh it’s a laugh a minute.” Ray entered the office and dropped into the empty chair. “That man makes me wanna go take a shower - over and over. I even have a statement from Suresh of all people regarding some encounters they had. That was a little surreal actually.”

“I’ll bet, considering how vile Suresh himself is. Is there anything I need to do on that case?”

“We’ll review your statement tomorrow. I have a meeting with Tog, who will likely come armed with several deals to pitch but the trial starts end of the week unless he signs on the dotted line. Then we can cut to sentencing and be done with it. Oh, and Admiral Ch’ilis is on the bench for this one.”

“Oh.” Jules was surprised by that; Ch’ilis was her former boss, the one who’d made sure she got transferred to SB900, where Solis could also be transferred. “Okay. Darwin told me that Niro is being transferred in the next day or so from the depths of the Brig to ...somewhere else. A holding cell near the courtroom.”

Ray nodded. “He is. And she is coming because this case has taken on much bigger proportions now that the Enaran government has become more cooperative. I put it to them nicely. Either they hand over the missions and orders he had been given, or they would be party to a suit involving the Federation with several other planets out here joining in. They saw reason.”

“That happens so infrequently,” Julisa commented. “It should go smoothly, then.”

“Should be easy,” Ray agreed. “I have a meeting with Counselor Amani too, to discuss his official report but he’s said, in brief, that incompetency won’t be an issue. So, how’s it going with the Cardassian?”

“Eh, fine. It’s a simple dissolution with an asset transfer to the Federation on behalf of the Bajoran wife. She’s worried that he’ll delay it; I’m concerned that he might get stupid and try to snatch her back, either now or after the paperwork is final. She has a Security detail, so she’s safe enough for now.”

“Good. I wouldn’t trust him for a second. They may love family but I don’t think they love having their authority bucked, especially someone like him. I’ve read the stories about that man. If she even mentions going back to him, knock her out and lock her away till the urge passes,” Ray grumbled.

Quietly, she nodded. She wouldn’t do as he said, though it was tempting and she understood why he’d say that. “I think I’m going to go home and cuddle up with Solis for a while.”

“Lucky you.” Ray smiled finally. “I’m about to cuddle up with my opening argument, then something to eat at some point. You kids have fun.”

“Thanks,” Julisa smiled. “Don’t massage that opening argument too much.”

“I better not or it might not be appropriate for public hearing.” Ray pushed away from the door frame and waved as he departed. “Chelsea, call Leela, tell her I’ll be a half hour late, no more than that.” His voice drifted back to Julisa, then his office door closed.

Jules waited a minute then slipped out, telling Siri to hit the road, too. Ray, in his creative process, sometimes demanded an audience and she didn’t want either of them held hostage for that.

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Lt. Bajun Julisa
CPO Siri
Indra Nyyar
Lt. Ray Benson