Meila had reservations about this, she stood by the screen as the Andorian man relayed his orders. He ended the conversation with a stern face and the Emblem of Task Force 93. At the end of it, she pressed the commlink closed and sat down, in what is now, her seat, the Captains Chair at the front of the table.

“Helen and T’pret, it will not leave this room.” reassured Meila.

Helen wiped away the tears, “Thank you Meila, but truth be told if it did, it is fine. I served my Starfleet years ago. I need to retire. It is time.”

T’pret remained silent.

“Doctor you will be brought forth to the ethics commission for providing the pain killers over the years to feed Captain Delaney’s addiction. After which they will determine if you will be able to continue in Starfleet. They wanted to make this a JAG case, the Medical Tribunals kicked up a stink.” Meila said, clutching the padd of information in her hands.

T’pret remained silent.

“Anything to add Sylvain?” Meila asked. She didn’t have to be a telepath to know he was mad. He and T’pret were close, but for her to do something like this hurt him dearly.

“Personal feelings aside, you should of reported this to your superior right when this happened as Fleet Captain Zarroc said. Other than that, I am not in the clearer minds right now.” Sylvain lectured.

“Than as of order of Starfleet, I, Meila Tris take Command of the USS Powhatan. Transfer Protocal Alpha 1-Zero Zero Alpha. Sylvain please escort Helen and T’pret to the airlock to turn them over to Starbase Security.” Meila ordered as she looked at the padd with their orders. “Investigate a Derelict Station, in the Algurab System.”