Summary: The Starfleet Criminal Investigative Service investigates the Starship Enterprise NCC-1701-D and its crew after the planet Risa, the shore leave mecca of the quadrant, threatens the Federation.
Rated: FR7
Categories: Het, General, General > Action/Adventure, General > Case File
Genre: Alternate Universe, Crossover, Drama, Future, Mystery, SciFi/Supernatural/Fantasy
Warnings: None
Challenges: Long-Winded Story Challenge, Crossover Free for All Challenge
Challenges: Long-Winded Story Challenge, Crossover Free for All Challenge
Series: None
Story Notes
A Crossover with Star Trek, the Next Generation and featuring the very first ever SCIS story in Fandom. (I checked thoroughly.) Gibbs and company are lifted bodily from the 21st Century into the 24th, given new histories and let loose to solve crime in the Federation.
Chapter Notes
I own none of the characters or settings that appear herein, nor do I make any money from this work. The Copyrights are held by Paramount Pictures and Belisarius Productions and are used according to Fan Fiction permissions and understandings.
This story takes place aboard the Enterprise-E after ‘Insurrection’ yet prior to ‘Nemesis’, still in the first year of the new Starship’s mission.
When I decided to take a break from my NCIS series to let a story percolate while I vacationed in the world of ‘Star Trek; the Next Generation’, I still couldn’t leave alone the idea of Civilian Oversight and Enforcement over the Military. After all, the Federation itself is under the direction of a civilian political Council.
Having already done ‘INCIS’ and ‘Shepherd of the Lost’, stories of the Trek Mirror Universe’s ‘Imperial Navy Criminal Inquisition Squadron’, I decided that in our Universe Security remains distinct from Investigation. I therefore introduce the concept of the SCIS, men and women of the 24th Century who are outside the military Chain of Command even as their 21st Century NCIS counterparts are.
Then I was left with establishing a 24th Century team. Having built up a significant following, I decided to take off for a vacation but to keep my readers vested.
I therefore decided that I’d pick up familiar characters and, offering absolutely no explanation nor justification whatsoever, throw them unapologetically into the Sci-Fi world and drop our favorite Investigators bodily into the Starfleet Criminal Investigative Service.
So grab a cup of good cocoa, or Saurian brandy if such is to your taste, kick off your shoes, curl up in your comfy chair and come with me as we investigate the
Judgment on Risa
By JMK758
Chapter One
Recalled

Jean-Luc Picard settles back in his Ready Room chair aboard the Enterprise-E and takes a moment to relax and absorb both the scent of the Earl Grey tea upon his desk and the Orchestral selection filling the air. Though many months out of Space dock, he considers this year to still be the maiden voyage of the Sovereign Class Starship and enjoys the few moments of ‘down time’, though as Captain he never has to admit it.
He occasionally considers the comparisons between the Galaxy Class Enterprise-D, which he’d commanded for 8 years and the ‘newer model’ launched this year, 2372. The ubiquitous thrum of the engines, so distant in the star drive section yet felt under his fingertips on the desk, adds its own depth to the string section of the Antillies Grand Orchestra’s rendition of Salmulcho’s Eleventh Symphony, Second Movement.
The Attention chirrup from his desk doesn’t belong, yet the soft sound grasps his attention as effectively as an explosion would.
//Bridge to Captain Picard,// Commander Worf’s basso profundo voice can sometimes boom through the intercom even when, as now, he’s speaking in a normal conversational tone.
“Computer, halt playback. Yes, Commander?” Picard’s own voice is as crisp in the sudden silence as though he’d been awaiting his Security Chief’s call.
//Communication from Starfleet Command on Secure Channel, Admiral Nakamura.//
He’s no longer at ease and straightens in his chair. “I’ll take it here.”
The Enterprise has recently come off several days of long anticipated and greatly relished Shore Leave and is now en route to Ariolo III. At warp five, it will take eight more days to reach that planet, except that he’s certain his plans - and the ship - are about to either be accelerated or to veer sharply from the course he’d set.
At the touch of a button the monitor rises from the gray bordered red desktop before him and lights with the pleasantly round Asian features of Admiral Tujiro Nakamura. His receding black hairline has retreated another two centimeters since Picard had last hosted him. Then Nakamura had been a Vice Admiral and for an instant Picard flashes back to Captain Philipa Louvois, then-Commander Bruce Maddox and the ‘Battle of Starbase 173’. Command hasn’t been kind, judging by how the decade has accumulated on Tujiro’s face.
“Yes, Admiral, what may I do for you?”
//Captain, I understand Enterprise has recently completed four days R&R on Risa.//
“That’s correct, Admiral, in their Capital, Cintara. We left there six days ago.”
//We’re sending you back.//

x

Picard’s attention jumps another notch, but years of practice help him keep it from his expression. Starfleet Command doesn’t send a Starship back on Shore Leave as though it were an incomplete assignment. A Commander generally makes requests for Leave and is so often told ‘not at this time’ that the astute Officer initiates the requests for R&R a month before his crew shows signs of needing it. Furthermore, he’s never known an Admiral to look so grim when granting such Leave.
“What has happened, Admiral?”
//An incident occurred during your visit which was brought to Command’s attention after you departed. Your SCIS Special Agent Shipboard Paula Cassidy is presently receiving orders from her Command. She will brief you. You will not divulge the details to your crew, and even your Command Officers are to be informed on a Need-to-Know basis.//
“This sounds particularly...” he hunts for a word that can cover these extraordinary events, “disturbing.”
//When you hear the details, you’ll appreciate this somewhat covert method. The Federation Council is determined that the matter not be prematurely disclosed, nor is attention to be drawn. It is for this reason that your SAS is also receiving her communication on a secure channel.//
“I understand, Admiral.”
He dislikes lying to superiors and hopes the man will be more forthcoming.
//An Investigation team, headed by Chief Investigator Leroy Gibbs, is on its way in from Delta III aboard the SCIS Service Ship Bonaventure and will rendezvous with you at 1930 hours. You will render all possible assistance to him and his team.//
Picard would do so anyway, but the secretive nature of this order is unsettling. “Admiral, may I know the nature of this Investigation?”
//I will only say that the Risians are considering seceding from the Federation.//

x

Picard hides his surprise behind a careful mask. “That would be very unfortunate.”
//You have a gift for understatement, Jean Luc. In the history of the Federation there have been only three member worlds that chose to secede and two of them eventually reunited with us. Risa, though not formally a member of the Federation but an Associate world, is still highly valued as an essential resource to Fleet morale.//
They’ve experienced several days of Risian hospitality; something Picard would regret losing for all the Federation worlds. He’s already been told this issue was sparked during their layover and he fights the urge to ask for more information, for Nakamura has already told him he won’t give him more. Secure channels have been known to be less than secure. But if any member of his crew had knowledge of this, or precipitated the situation, he’d expect that person to have come forth.
Therefore, he’s not surprised to hear Nakamura conclude with //You now know more than I am advised to tell you. Your SAS will reveal the details.// Although his tone is mild, the message is clear: ‘Ask me no further questions.’
“Understood, Admiral.”

x

It’s very unusual to go into such a situation blind, and equally unusual for Tujiro Nakamura, whom he’s known since the man was a Lieutenant and he’d been a raw Crewman, to be so reticent, particularly about a mission that holds such serious potential consequences for the Federation. What could have happened at the vacation spot of the galaxy to require a Starship and Special Investigators?
Through his years in command of Enterprise, SCIS had been a very low-key adjunct to ship operations. He prides himself, with excellent reason, on having the best crew in Starfleet and would enjoy maintaining Special Agent Paula Cassidy as the most bored member of his crew.
Now he must wait for the 1930 rendezvous when several Agents will board and take over.
//Keep the peace, Captain. Nakamura out.//

x

When the screen goes to the laurel-leafed UFP star pattern upon the black background, Picard leaves the monitor up rather than lowering it down into the red desktop, anticipating he’ll need it again as he pauses to consider the ramifications of this order and of that disquieting admonition.
The Risians are renowned throughout space for their hospitality. The natural weather on Risa is abysmal; chaotic storms ravage that world throughout its 21.3 Federation Standard hour days, causing gale force winds, constant rain that makes sunlight virtually unknown as it ranges from severe to torrential with lightning bolts that charge the air hundreds of times per hour while seismic disruptions produce quakes that prevent the building of any permanent structures.
Risa is the most unlikely candidate for establishing anything, let alone a colony and much less so a planet wide equatorial resort legendary throughout the galaxy. Yet hundreds of years ago the fore-bearers of the Risians, an unnamed race shrouded in cultural mystery, did exactly that.
They contained this planetary chaos, held it in check by a vast network of Weather Management and Seismic Regulator systems and established a lush, tropical environment throughout the equatorial region. Along that wide band a sunny, tropical environment, with temperatures in the 24 to 30 degrees Celsius range, or 75 to 80 on the Fahrenheit scale, makes the planet a virtual paradise for weary, Starship-bound travelers.
The machines, established long before the to-be-colonized area of the planet stabilized, were far in advance of the science on any Federation world at the time of their installation. The first inhabitants had settled a newly created paradise before losing contact with their home. For hundreds of years, no outsider has learned of the Risians’ planet of origin, and for most travelers today it is an academic but not particularly pressing mystery.
Indeed, it’s what Risa has become, not who originally chose to colonize it; and their descendants are particularly reticent to reveal who their ancestors were or why they undertook this Herculean task, that is of interest to the galaxy. And for Picard, it’ll be the major focus of his life for the next few days.

x

The population of Risa, spread throughout the equator, is incapable of self-sufficiency. After a short few decades out of touch with their home world, their colony-cum-home had used up all the natural resources of their otherwise atmospherically chaotic, tectonically unstable and formidable world.
Everything they need to survive must now be imported. Without foreign trade, and they might ultimately have fallen under the mercy of their suppliers if not for the regulating forces of the United Federation of Planets, their choices would have been to depart or starve.
However, the inhabitants long ago hit upon an inspired solution. In return for supplies of every imaginable type, the population provides a hospitable, receptive environment for any and all visitors. The planet’s administration and the lifestyles of its people are the ultimate in laissez-faire, from the French to ‘let things alone’. The general philosophy of the people is ‘all that we have is yours’, and you are free to use their planet with the expectation that you will come, stay and depart in peace.
The ‘all that we have is yours’, though often considered in terms of food and drink and very frequently taken as and applied to the carnal, is very literally true though rarely accurately considered, for there is nothing in the inhabited portions of Risa that has not come from somewhere else.
Nonetheless, the open hospitality of the Risian people is so legendary and highly prized that aggression against them is unthinkable. An aggressor would secure the enmity of the entire Alpha Quadrant.

x

But now, within a very few days of Enterprise’s visit, something has happened that has the Risians ready to turn off that fabled hospitality, something that requires not just a Federation Starship but the resources of Federation and Starfleet’s Internal Affairs; independent Investigators from a branch of the Federation over which Starfleet exercises absolutely no control.
Picard reaches out, touches the intercom button on his desk. The computer will hear his first words and channel the message to its intended recipient with so little time lag as to be virtually instantaneous. “Picard to SAS Cassidy.”
//Yes, Captain?// the woman’s voice responds immediately. Where he’d meant to give the impression earlier that he’d been awaiting Worf’s call, he’s sure in this case it’s true.
“Join me in my Ready Room.”
//I’m already on my way up, sir.//

x

Picard picks up his now cool china cup and saucer, turns half right in his chair and places them and the unused remnant upon the Replicator shelf. A moment later they dematerialize. “Tea, Earl Grey, hot.” He removes the new china cup and saucer, sets them on his desk and then takes a sip of the invigorating liquid, not at all missing the days when he had to cross his old Ready Room. He takes another sip, anticipating he’ll need the drink for the coming meeting.
Less than a minute after the brief conversation the annunciation chirrup at the gray door before him sounds. “Come.”
The sliding door admits someone Picard has long considered an anomaly among his crew. The blonde woman’s uniform is not like Starfleet’s space black with gray shoulders and upper chest and back, neither does it include the Division colored tunic with wrist piping on the black nor the circular rank pips.
This uniform is in both halves blue from boots to high collar, and the gold emblem above her left breast is not Starfleet’s silver arrowhead and gold band. Rather it is a gold shield form depicting the upper half of a bald eagle with brown wings downward above the Federation’s black and silver laurel-leafed star field. The eagle’s wings extend midway down the Federation emblem, giving an impression of protective cover.
In addition to the badge she also has, on the right side of her high collar where rank pips would be, the silver profile of a Constitution Class Starship, which had comprised most of the fleet at the time the uniform was established. He supposes the antiquated design to be a good standard for those Agents whose assignments are so widely variable. The second Enterprise, NCC-1701 under Captains April, Pike and Kirk, had been of that Class.
Though the Organization this woman represents is the Starfleet Criminal Investigative Service, its officers are neither of Starfleet nor do they follow the typical Command ranks. Since they are tied neither to Starfleet nor to its Security branch, the shipboard or Starbase-assigned Agents answer only to the Federation Council. They are therefore the Investigative branch of the most extensive legal authority of the Federation.
They’re a special breed of Civilian, empowered by the Federation Charter to give even the Commanding Admiral orders without the need to take orders from anyone save the Council.

x

As Starfleet answers to the civilian powers of the Federation’s member worlds, the SCIS is one aspect of the ‘checks and balances’ woven through the Federation tapestry.
Where SCIS and Starfleet Security could theoretically butt heads in a number of areas, this doesn’t happen because of the distinctions between the branches. Starfleet is the Exploratory arm of the Federation, not strictly a military one, and in support it has two hands; a Protective one and an Investigative one. The first is charged with stopping crime before it happens, the latter with determining what happened if the front line fails. But while Security is part of Starfleet’s Chain of Command, the SCIS is not.
Therefore, while Picard could order Special Agent Shipboard Paula Cassidy to do anything he chose, it’s up to SAS Cassidy to decide whether or not it’s appropriate and legal for her to do it. Her orders come through the civilian chain which extends from the individual Agent right to the halls of the Federation’s highest Authority.
A wise SAS therefore minimizes friction as much as possible by letting Security handle any matter that doesn’t constitute Criminal activity to be investigated and turned over to JAG for prosecution, not that Picard considers it likely that criminal activity would take place anywhere aboard Enterprise-E. But should it happen, Cassidy rather than Security would investigate.
If Picard doesn’t like the direction the Investigation is going and decides to squash evidence or manipulate the investigation, turn it aside or do anything outside the Law, he could order her to do so and Cassidy would quite politely advise him to leap out of an airlock.
“Have a seat, Agent Cassidy.”
She does so, caution alight in her eyes. Picard has known the 37 year old woman since she transferred aboard the Enterprise-D almost 3 years ago, and subsequently to Enterprise-E, finding her competent yet unassuming in her dealings with him unless her job demanded otherwise. She’s never pushed her weight with him, preferring a low-key approach to getting the job done.
This situation is not low key.

x

Without attempting preamble, she says “I assume Starfleet Command has told you about the trouble on Risa.”
Picard allows the tiniest portion of his annoyance to slip through. “Admiral Nakamura told me virtually nothing, saying only that you’ll give me the details. All I know is that an ‘incident’ occurred before or immediately after we left six days ago that has the Risians ready to consider severing ties with the Federation.”
Cassidy is quite evidently taken aback. “Captain, that’s not exactly how I received it, but apparently the incident occurred while we were there but was discovered after we left. I’m ordered to discuss the case only with you and those few whom you clear. Chief Investigator Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his Team will arrive on the Service Ship Bonaventure from their headquarters on Delta III and they’ll run the Investigation.”
“Why is an outside team coming in?” He hadn’t gotten enough of an answer from the Admiral, but Cassidy should be more forthcoming. The last time he’d consulted her the woman had presented her Threat Assessment, an exceptionally simple matter where Risa is concerned, but in three years he has never had cause to question her competence in solving problems within her sphere. She’d been on the planet with the first Leave-takers and had stayed until the last had returned.
“The Risians don’t want this investigated by Starfleet. It took more than two days of negotiations to get them to agree to an independent Investigation. They’ll make their decision about severing Diplomatic ties either with individual planets or the Federation as a whole based heavily upon the extent of their trust in the impartiality of our Investigation and on our findings.”
“Individual worlds?” This is growing more interesting - or outrageous - by the moment.
“Enterprise is made up of crew from fourteen different planets. They may only ban the inhabitants of one, several selected ones, or all. Another alternative being considered is secession from the Federation.”
“What are you and your people investigating?”
“Murder.”

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