Garth of Izar [BACK POST]

Posted on Wed Jan 17th, 2018 @ 11:07am by Fleet Admiral Donatella Figueroa & Lieutenant Aeryn Vinia

Mission: S01E02 D-8 With the Devil
Location: Elba II Psychiatric Facility

Captain Donatella Figueroa clentched a data tablet to her chest as she took a deep breath and proceeded towards the doorway of room presently holding Garth of Izar. Already in the room was a seated Garth and the USS Musashi's helmsmen, Ensign Ethan O'Donoghue. Fig trusted EJ would not do anything extreme nor anything to jeopardize this 'meeting'. She had granted him permission to sit in and watch. His presence was to be strictly observational and educational. Though she suspected EJ had said a few words to Garth before she entered the room. Garth was a sort of Starfleet legend and despite his decline into insanity and murder, his impact made on Federation history were still honored in long lectures at the Academy.

Fig entered the room escorted by Nurse Aeryn Vinia. The Captain wanted the woman present for several reasons. One of which was to lull Garth into a false sense of security. Fig was hoping the man would be more forth coming and honest if he did not feel as though he was interrogated. It was Garth after all who had been crying out for someone to come and listen to what he had to say, and unfortunately that person ended up having to be Captain Figueroa. The two shared a long and complex history together. More than just being his former 'Number One,' Donatella was also once betrothed to Kelvar Garth. This was all topped off with the fact Fig testified against Garth at his Court Martial.

The room was small with one entrance/exit. It was well illuminated with long obsidian black paneling along the walls. They tired to blend into the room as though they were accent decor. However, they were one-way observation areas from adjoining rooms. Fig's Chief Medical Officer and other members of the Musashi crew were observing Garth. They could see and hear him, but he could not see or hear them. "Would you like something to drink?" was the first thing Fig said to Garth. There was no 'hi' or 'hello' from her part. She just wanted this done and over with, but knew that Garth was not going to do this without toying with her.

Garth of Izar looked older then he had the last time she had seen him. He looked almost like he was dead at the moment. He was restrained in a chair and currently his eyes were closed. Garth had been dreaming. He wasn't really sure what he had been dreaming about, but it was tense. The familiar voice brought him up out of his sleep. He knew immedately that he was sedated. His eyelids wouldn't stay open for a few minutes. He had to struggle. It was frustrating. "Nothing, Dona... nothing..." he murmured without really thinking about it. "What do you waaaaant?" he demanded, sounding impatient. His head lolled over the back of the chair he was restrained in and then snapped up, his eyes open and focused.

Fig looked at EJ and gave him a look to show that she was okay. She could see the concern in the young helmsmen's eyes. She then looked at Garth and studied him for a moment as he dismissed her offer and proceeded to ask her what she wanted. "Same as you probably... the past several years of my life back," she said with a smirk as she stood over him with her arms crossed. "Oh how the mighty have fallen," she commented antagonizing him to get a response out of him. "I hope you haven't been boring my helmsman with your galactic tall tales of heroism, Kelvar," she added making sure to address him by his first name and not by his previous rank or the moniker that Federation historians had given him.

"IT'S LORD GAARTH!" he bellowed suddenly, fighting the restraints for a moment. He relaxed again almost as fast. "I'm not boring. I'm never boring. He's boring. He's the most boring helmsman in all of boringdom. I, am Lord Garth. Do I know you? You sound familiar."

What the actual... Fig looked over at the Psychiatric Nurse giving her a perplexed look. She then proceeded onward with this meeting though rolling her eyes at LORD GARTH. "Well, my Lord, you were rambling on about Klingons and a new battlecruiser... something about the end of the Federation as we know it," replied Fig. "They sent me to hear what you had to say," she added.

"The Klingon Empire's full of hate... they don't wanna just sit and wait... they're gonna work to take the cake... and build a warship called D8..." Garth rambled. He had never been good at poetry. Everything that he was good at and all he could come up with was limericks. "They stole my crown," he informed her with a nod.

Fig motioned for EJ to occupy 'Lord Garth' for a few moments.

Garth's gaze followed Fig's motion to EJ and he rolled his eyes. "No, no, no, no... this won't do."


The Captain pulled the Nurse away out of earshot for those few moments while EJ had Garth's attention occupied. "I thought he was Psychologically fit enough for this? What the heck?! Is he trolling me here... he does not seem to even recognize me. I served that man as his XO for a few years and was engaged to him," she said placing a hand on her hip.

"Who told you he was psychologically fit for this? Where in all the heavens did you get that idea? It certainly wasn't from the recommendation of anyone taking care of him." Aeryn took a deep breath and regrouped herself. "Right now, he can't help his delusions, nor rhyming everything because of the manic state he's in. His brain literally can't organize itself properly. This is terribly common in schizophrenia."

Fig groaned. "So, basically what you are saying is he's out of his mind and anything he says right now could be some sort of recipe with disproportionate ingredients," the Captain said shaking her head. "However, I do not have much choice in the matter. I need to ask him questions and get the information and make a judgement call from there," Fig said.

She looked at the nurse. "Thank you for your help and for taking care of him," she added. It hurt her inside to see him like this after everything they had been through together.

"If you need information I suggest being firm and direct. Don't try to be sarcastic, try to provoke or tease him in any way. Just keep redirecting him back to your questions until he answers the question." Aeryn had noticed how he'd responded to the first bit of provocation and that was not conducive to her getting what she wanted out of this broken man.

Captain Figueroa observed her young helmsman as he attempted to interact with the broken man. "I understand," she replied to the woman. "He's broken," she added as she retrieved a tablet she had taken some notes on. delete... delete... delete she thought as she erased some of the material. "I need him to be woken. Is there anything you can give him to make him more coherent?"


The Captain then returned to talk to Garth. "We do not have time for games, Kelvar," she said addressing him informally by his first name. "The Klingons... this prototype battlecruiser. Where is it? What is the name of the shipyards that it is being constructed at? I need to know, Kel," she added looking him in the eyes. "TELL ME!" she added firmly.

He looked up at her. At first his eyes were filled with that madness that she'd seen earlier, then something happened. His brows furrowed and he stared at her, his mouth open slightly, almost as if he was either studying her or seeing her for the first time. "Dona..." he whispered, still staring at her. "Dona... oh gods Dona..." He tried to reach for her, but was still restrained. His eyes teared up. "Dona... come here... listen to me. Listen. Dona... they're keeping me prisoner, but we're in trouble Dona... the war... the Klingons!" He reached for her again. "They're building a D8 Dona... a D8! It might be better than ours..." He shook his head furiously from side to side suddenly, his eyes closed tightly. "Lord Garth... Lord Garth... Lord Garth..."

Damn it! He's slipping again, she thought to herself, nearly turning red with anger and frustration. She wanted to punch him for being an ass, but he had no control over these breaks from reality. "D8, D8, D8," she repeated and looked at him. "The Klingons, Kelvar. The Klingons! WHERE ARE THEY BUILDING IT?!" she persisted trying to shake him from his lordom. Please... I need you right now. The Federation needs you, she thought.

Kelvar had screwed his eyes shut tight and balled his fists. "Federation doesn't need me! They rejected me... they put me here... Here where I just rot. I can't do anything here!" He opened his eyes again, staring at Fig, his fists still clenched. "It's horrible! We're gonna lose... they don't care what I say. They think I'm their enemy... ME! Their best and brightest! Why would I want to share anything with them... they hate me... I should just let them burn... BURN! DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

If there was one thing Fig was not very good at, it was keeping her cool in situations like this. She was becoming increasingly frustrated. The more time she wasted pussyfooting around with Lord Garth, the less time the Federation had. Every second counted if the D8 was in fact more than just the ramblings of a mad man. She took at deep breath placed herself somewhat in harm's way by being practically chest to chest with the man. "Fleet Captain Kelvar Garth. The great Garth of Izar. The mad Izarian... you have many names Kelvar, history will always remember you a hero regardless of what you have done to deserve to wither away and die here. The Federation will not burn. Not because of you, but because of ME. I WILL NOT let you destroy the Federation!" she shouted at him.

The Captain of the starship Musashi was not going to be met with the arrogant smirk of Lord Garth. She foreseen his arrogant response coming. His mightier than all ego in his fantastical world of his own creation. It was unbecoming of an officer to strike another officer, especially a superior officer. "You aren't my Captain any more. You aren't anyone's Captain," she said glaring at him and piercing into his soul as she slapped him across the face with a thunderous crackle. "The Name of the Shipyard or Sector. NOW," she demanded of him.


Kelvar's head snapped sideways with the force of the slap and stayed there while he recovered from the surprise. "You hit me! You never used to hit me!" He leveled his gaze at her and for the first time since they had arrived there was some sort of level of intelligence behind his gaze. "JuO'ku'eH Fleet Yards, Boreth."

"Thank you," replied the Captain. She looked at Kelvar in his brief realignment with reality. "I'm sorry that I hit you, but I needed the information," she said to him.

"Woman, you have always done what is necessary. Why would that change now?" Kelvar said with no compunctions. "... but did you have to hit me so hard?"

Captain Figueroa looked at her helmsman. "EJ, head back to the shuttle and fire up the engines. We are returning to the Musashi" she said giving orders to her helmsman. "Nurse Vinia... your assistance here has been valuable. How would you feel about transferring out of this facility and being assigned to a starship as Head Nurse?"

Aeryn's eyes lit up, and her hand swiftly covered her mouth "Do you mean it sir? I mean, I'd love to!"

Fig began to make her way out of the room when the nurse's question stopped her. THe Captain turned, looking at the nurse and nodded. "Pack your things, and grab your gear. There's room on the the shuttle. We'll leave at the top of the hour" she said firmly. "I will draw up all the 'paperwork' and take any 'heat' for taking you from the facility, but the fact of the matter is I need a Head Nurse for the Musashi and I've found my nurse. That was it. It was final and Fig was not going to waste time saying 'goodbye' to Garth.

Instead, she simply looked at him one last time and gave a subtle nod.