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Title: Star Trek: Outwardly Mobile
Author: Jay P Hailey (JayPHailey{at}yahoo.com) Series: MISC - TNG OCs
COdes: None
Part: 139/335(?)
Rating:[PG]
Archive: Fine with me, just tell me where. Disclaimer: Paramount owns all
things Star Trek.  I claim Original Characters and Situations for me.
Webpage HTTP://www.phoenixinn.iwarp.com/jayphailey

Civil Disorder
by
Jay P. Hailey
And
Dennnis Washburn

It didn't take long for Snoopy to discover who had hidden the makeshift
chemical weapons. His name was Irwin Hardy. Irwin was a red-faced, balding
man. We arrested him immediately.

"You may think you've got me now, but wait. I've got more time than
you do. I'll conquer you, or kill you or maybe even just out live you.
Someday I will triumph!" I almost expected him to twirl a mustache at
us. He was going to have enough time grow a good one. I had no idea what to
do with him. I had him chucked in the brig, and then I flailed.

"Dr. Burlington, please give Mr. Hardy a complete check up. Maybe he
has a medical reason for being so strange."

Dr. Burlington gave me the look again. "I have a strong sense of
professionalism. I have had to work hard to cultivate my emotional
detachment, so that I can be the best possible doctor even under trying
circumstances. But I didn't forget that it was little girl I was working on
a couple of days ago." Emotion started to show. She wasn't happy with
Irwin. "I don't believe that I can keep any detachment or objectivity
about that bastard. I recommend that you assign Dr. T'Sing to the
case."

So I did.
-*-

Whump-Wuist-Woo-Woo came to see me. He was the ship's counselor. He was a
tall, muscular octopus who was a mottled lavender color and smelled like he
had been bathed in strawberries.

"I have come to give you my report on Irwin Hardy." His vocorder said.

"Is it your case?" I asked.

"Most definitely. He almost convinced Dr. T'Sing to commit mutiny. His
logic was impeccable." The vocorder held no hint of emotion. Was that
wry humor I smelled? What does wry humor smell like? A hint of roasted,
salted peanuts, if I could believe Whump-Wuist-Woo-Woo.

"Really? So she assigned him to you?"

"Indirectly. She found his logic unassailable, but the conclusions
unpalatable. So she sought treatment from me, and I took over working with
Mr. Hardy."

"She was that badly affected?" I was shocked.

"T'Sing is a younger woman than she at first appears to be. Cognitive
Dissonance is a clinical condition among Vulcans and is easily
treatable."

I sorted through the wording. "She's going to be okay?"

"Yes. I admire the Human talent for getting to the point."

Was that more wry humor? I chose to overlook it. "All right, now Irwin."

"Yes, well, Irwin is quite bit more challenging for me than
T'Sing." Whump-Wuist-Woo-Woo admitted. He seemed uncomfortable.

"How so?" I asked.

"Well, I simply don't have the knowledge of the El-Aurian psychology
to conduct treatment efficiently." Whump-Wuist-Woo-Woo said.

"Do you feel that Irwin is in a condition that you can treat?" I
asked. How could he tell that Irwin even needed treatment, if he didn't
have enough information?

"Judged according to a human yardstick, Irwin is quite loopy."
Whump-Wuist-Woo-Woo said. "Several of the root level responses suggest
that Humans are an acceptable analog to El-Aurians, although there are
crucial differences. El-Aurian psychology will be a fascinating
exploration. I hope that you allow me to make it here on the
Discovery."

"Is it necessary for the safety of the ship?" I asked.

"I can not say at this early stage." Whump-Wuist-Woo-Woo admitted.

"Let's do it." I said.

Whump-Wuist-Woo-Woo got a darker shade of lavender and the strawberry smell
increased. "Lovely," his vocorder said softly.

-*-

Most of the El-Aurian colonists submitted to Whump-Wuist-Woo-Woo's
questioning with good humor. A few said "No!" and stuck to it. I
warned them that if the safety of the Discovery was at stake then I'd force
them and let it go.

Even Soren the Elder got into the matter. The psycho-history of the
El-Aurians must have been a special treat.

I had to warn everyone involved with the El-Aurians that they were from a
more advanced culture. If they were too badly contaminated by advanced
technology, then I'd have no choice but to ask them to stay with the Beta
Howard colony. I don't know what Whump-Wuist-Woo-Woo or Soren the Elder
thought of that, but the security officers were a little more stand offish
for a little while.

-*-

Several days passed as I waited. I went to my weekly dinner with the
Sheffield family, but it was tense. On my way out of their quarters' I saw
a group of youngsters. They pointed at me and made a funny marching like
walking gesture. Each step was stiff and the legs were held straight out in
front. The left arm was held stiffly down and the right arm was extended at
about a forty-five degree above the deck with the hand held rigidly out
palm down.

I knew it was me they were making fun of because another young man was
holding his right index finger over his upper lip and shouting in a funny
voice: "I am zee Captain! Und I shall schtick it to you!"

I had no idea what they were talking about at the time. I turned to Aaron.
I figured that it was an El-Aurian thing. He was flushed and angry.
"Get the hell out of here!" He bellowed as he ran at them. They
ran laughing away through the corridors.

"What was all that about?" I asked.

Aaron looked at me oddly. "Don't you know?"

"Well I know that they weren't happy with me, but the funny walk and
the hand over the lip thing are a little beyond me." I admitted.

"Count your lucky stars." Aaron growled.

I recognized Theodore, one of Aaron's sons in the group of kids razzing me.
I won't lie and say it didn't hurt, but I really didn't know what to do
with it, so I dropped it and walked away.

One the way out of the Colonists' section of the Discovery I noted that the
Starfleet symbol on the doors had been defaced with a bizarre squiggle. It
was an "X" with little flanges pointing off the arms. Below that
were the words "Hail the Furher."

-*-

I spent the next several days reading up on World War Two. While I was
doing that, I stayed away from the Colonists' section of the Discovery. I
didn't understand the depths of the feelings I had provoked there, until I
read about Hitler and the Nazis.

One more piece of graffiti was reported to me. It was a dead on parody of a
Starfleet recruiting poster only it cast Starfleet as an arm of the Nazi
Reich. It was well done in the Art Deco design that was favored by Europe
in the early Twenty-First century. I laughed ruefully and saved the poster.
I guess they sure told me.


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