My minds fine

[Travis Kroells 0]

"My minds fine"…A joint log by Mogg and Lt. Muon Quark.

 

 

After taking down the fort in Mogg's quarters, him and Muon got to work on his case.  It was going

to be tough but Muon felt it was best to show Mogg's history with the occupation in order to prove

"extenuating circumstances".  Also, it would help to prove how Gabrel provoked him into the arguement.

 

Muon was just going over the recording with Mogg.  Mogg's face was angry as he listened to Gabrel.

 

"Mogg, you have to control your anger or we don't have a chance." Muon said sternly.  I'll give you

1 gold latinum bar if you behave."  She added jokingly....

 

"Fine, pay up."  Mogg gave her a joking look, even at times like these, a good joke could always lighten his spirit.

 

"Where do you want to start…   Well I do have one thing I want to tell you. Under no circumstances are you to 'prove'

that I was lured into my actions.  Images believes that he can mount a statement saying that my subconcious

made me do it!  So he barges in and starts prying into my past.  So I told him to buzz off."

 

Mogg pauses a sec to catch his breath.

 

"Whatever you do, I want what happened to have happened because that filthy Cardassian forced me into it,

by insults and harassment!"

 

Muon regarded Mogg silently for a few seconds.  "Mogg," she began, "That kind of outburst is what's going to

land you in the brig."  She paused for effect.  "And...... it might also save your career."

 

Mogg regarded her with skepticism.  "How so?"

 

"Maybe you were more tramatized by the Cardassian occupation then you realize.  Perhaps it would be a good

idea to have Images do a psych evaluation on you after all."  Muon watch as Mogg processed this.  She actually

believed he was carrying deeper wounds from that time than he was admitting, even to himself.  She waited while

he thought about it....

 

"Fine…I just don’t want this to be some defense saying that I couldn’t help myself.  If Images does this psych test,

I want it to prove, that I had a basis for my actions, that the Caradassians actions during the war, left me with such

a hatred for them, that I would take no other action in the situation.  No subconcious mumbo jumbo."

 

"No mumbo jumbo Mogg." Muon replied quietly.  "I'll make an appointment for you with Images."  

 

Mogg slowly turned away from her, and walked to one of the many windows in his quarters.  "I just happen to be

confused why Gabrel happens to be able to walk around the station, like he had no part of this.  Had this taken

place other then right next to Cardassia prime, he'd be in the brig, or at least in his quarters like I am.  It truly shows

how much a dipolmat our captain is.  'He's a representitive of Cardassia, he deserves better treatment.'"

 

Muon shook her head.  "You know as well as I do that the laws governing diplomatic immunity are as long as they

are complicated.  Rest assured, I made note of that in my report to the Captain and I also will be making note of

that in the court martial."

 

"What ever, it doesn’t really matter, make up your defense, but keep in mind what I said, I wont be defended on the

accusation that 'my mind made me do it'.  Just remember, while we may wear the starfleet uniform, we are just

as much representitives of our respective governments as Gabrel and Drankum are.  Don’t let yourself get swept under

the rug in diplomatic procedures."

 

Muon makes a face at him and grins.  "Do I strike  you as the diplomatic type?  Seriously tho, I think we're ready with

our defense.  GromVik will have his hands full, that's for sure.  If it looks like he's starting to win, I'll bribe him.  ::grins::

Anyway, I'll come by again tomorrow."

 

"Alright, I'll see you then, now…If you don’t mind, I have a fortress to rebuild."

 

Muon turned around and slowly walked out the door.  Mogg sighed, and slowly began to put the blankets and chairs back together, ready to make another strong hold incase Ethan came for him.  

 

The door wooshed shut, signaling Muons departure, Mogg turned around, and looked at his fort, and slowly sighed, "Now all I need is some sort ear plugs to keep Andrews from chooseing Pikachu again, what ever it is…"