I looked out the window of the meeting room.
The meeting had been ongoing for almost two hours now and I checked out an hour and a half into it and just let people discuss what to do about Seska. I had not sat down by the table in the first place, simply laid down along the wall by the window.
All the senior staff were there.
Which somehow included Neelix for some reason. I was not happy about this.
As it turns out however, it seems like if I spend enough time in the same room, my nose just kind of gives up and it becomes less bad.
At least enough that I can ignore the rest easily enough.
Joining the senior officers were Chakotay and Torres. The latter still shooting me glares from time to time.
Yeah, she wasn't happy I breached her systems. There really wasn't any need to be so territorial about it, it was necessary.
Considering I really didn't care about what happened to Seska as long as she stopped being a threat, I didn't have anything to input into the conversation so I had spent the first half of the meeting getting ahead on the sensor logs.
I gave up on that an hour ago.
Now I was just playing tetris while feeling the life draining from my body.
"Lieutenant," Tuvok said, half turning in his chair to look at me as there was a break in the discussion, "You have said very little. What is your view on the subject?"
I banished the game, turning my head to him and snorted to try to get the Neelix out of my nose. It didn't help.
"The way I see it there is nothing to discuss. There is only one solution that we can do according to Federation law. She's too dangerous to be allowed to walk free, and while she does have valuable skills, keeping track of her and making sure she's not up to something would take resources we can not afford to waste. Same as keeping her in the brig, not to mention that it would be illegal for such a long time in such a small box. Unless Captain Chakotay would like her transferred back to the Val Jean?"
Chakotay sighed softly and then shook his head, one hand adjusting the PADD on the table before him, "No. Even if we had somewhere to hold her, she wouldn't last a week before someone tried to kill her for everything she's done."
I would be surprised if she lasted a day to be honest.
I nodded to him and then turned my head back to Janeway and Tuvok, "We can't hold her safely or legally. While technically what she did may be considered piracy, we have her in custody which means we can't execute her. We can't hold her, we can't put her to use, we can't kill her. Only thing we can do is put her off the ship. We stop at the next uninhabited M class we find, give her some basic supplies and leave her there."
"Zeph, that is very likely to kill her too," Dinah said from across the table, "Solo survival on an unknown world has horrendous odds."
I mimicked a shrug with my wings, "Should have thought of that before she became a Cardassian spy. It's literally the only option we have."
Janeway frowned slightly, "Where are we on the Kazon situation?"
I snorted in annoyance.
Dinah picked her PADD up but didn't activate it, just holding it in one hand, "We haven't found any evidence she's working with the Kazon," she said and then shrugged, "...We haven't actually found any evidence anyone is working with the Kazon."
"Maybe I was wrong," I admitted and then shook my head, "Which meant the Kazon are tracking us some other way. I don't like that."
Torres shook her head, "I don't think you're wrong, and we're nowhere near done with the sweep of the Val Jean," she said, "We may still find something. You are certain it's nothing on Voyager?"
I nodded, "As certain as I can be without taking her apart bolt by bolt," I said with a sigh before quickly regretting that fact, "Admittedly, it's impossible to be a hundred percent sure."
Janeway drummed her fingers once on the table before she nodded, "Alright, continue your search. I'll give my decision regarding Seska tomorrow. Chakotay, would you join me in my ready room?"
"Of course," he agreed.
Everyone started to file out.
I needed to go to my quarters and wash the Neelix off. Maybe sickbay too, get some of that decontamination gel. It may stink of mint, but at least it was better.
Movement drew my attention to the fact that not everyone had left.
Torres was leaning against the table, arms crossed as she glared at me.
"I said I was sorry," I said, turning my head fully to her.
"You could have just told me."
I shook my head, "I wanted to think I could trust you, having gotten to know you a bit. But you thought the same about Seska. I had to be sure."
Torres scowled before she looked to the side. Finally she sighed and nodded, "Fine. Don't ever do that again."
"I won't," I said and then looked at her in amusement, "Not sure you'll ever let me into your engine room again in the first place."
That got a slight shrug before she shook her head, "I heard your talk with Seska. You really break in that quickly?"
"Yes and no," I admitted, "It took a while to get an authenticated user. Chell needs a better password than his mother's name and hometown. Once I had an authenticated user, elevating my privileges was pretty fast. Your computer has a number of vulnerabilities. Not easy to get it patched in the Maquis?"
"Not exactly, no," Torres admitted and then scowled slightly again, "...And I'm not a computer specialist."
"I did try several things first that you had fixed."
"I'm okay, it's just not my field of expertise," she said with another shrug, "Seska did a lot of the computer work."
I nodded.
"Did you design that hardware tap, by that way?" Torres asked, "I had a look at it after I pulled it. It's pretty ingenious."
"I wish," I grumbled and shook my head, "No, it's off the shelf tech. If a bit obscure unless you're in a certain field."
She stared at me for several moments, "You're in Starfleet Intelligence," she finally said.
I chuckled, "No. I'm not. I did work for them for a bit, but it was mostly research and development. Engineering work and such. As you can see, I'm not exactly built to be a spy."
One eyebrow.
"..Alright, I may have taken some courses," I admitted, "I get bored unless I'm working on a problem or learning something new. I like keeping busy."
"I know the feeling," she admitted and uncrossed her arms, "...Just don't access my ship again."
"I won't," I agreed, "...Unless you want me to get those security holes patched?" I then offered, "We don't have the full software saved with the latest patches for everything you have, but I'm sure I could fix the biggest holes."
Torres frowned and then shrugged, "I'll think about it. Send me the software first."
I clicked through my visor before I nodded, "Huginn will meet you by your shuttle with some data storage with everything loaded by the time you're ready to leave," I told her, "Guaranteed backdoor free."
"And I can trust that?"
I mimicked a shrug with my wings, "That's up to you. I try not to lie, it's exhausting. In the meanwhile, I do believe I owe you a tour."
"You do," she admitted before she nodded, "Alright, I'll have a look at the software. Where do you wanna start?"
"How about fore to aft? There are some advancements in deflector technology that may be able to be adapted to the Val Jean," I said and got to my paws.