Standalone

[T'aral 0]

“Doc, ah really don’t think you have a verrah good idea there…"

 

T'Aral stood straight and calm. This was not where she wanted to be. She was a doctor, not a tactician or a commanding officer. This was not her place at all, except that she was a Starfleet officer. When questions of the Prime Directive came up, it was the obligation of every Starfleet officer to question authority - at least until a suitable answer could be provided. It did not have to be satisfactory; only suitable.

 

There were many cases for which leniency could be applied to the Prime Directive. Most all of them demonstrated societies which were capable of taking care of themselves - societies which had control of the space around them, and societies which could pose a threat to a Starship. When something could pose an active threat to a Federation starship or crew, that was when one could look aside and deal with a situation.

 

This, however, was different. While the influence of the ship wouldn't 'awaken' this society to anything it didn't already know, they were directly influencing events on this planet - an influence which assumed that the Captain knew what was best for this world. T'Aral was far from certain; on the surface it could seem proper, but who knows what the influence would be for a society to have someone come in and fix their problems rather than facing those challenges themselves? Such things were difficult to determine. It was all happening too quickly, and that had to stop.

 

So there T'Aral stood, noting that she stood alone. She had no choice - someone had to stand against the Captain in this, at least until some solution to this problem would present itself. She stood facing the Captain, waiting. She could not back down - she was a Vulcan. It was illogical to even want to.