The defense had questioned Ambassador T'Pol at length, obviously attempting to prove that she'd been influenced. The Ambassador, however, had remained calm and answered every permitted question thrown at her with a cool detachment that Jim had to admit he found impressive. This had obviously frustrated Dookal's lawyer to no end and he had even had to be reminded a couple of times on the proper way to address and question an ambassador of T'Pol's status.
The brief recess turned into a two day wait and they'd barely gotten news of the verdict the night before returning to Enterprise. Sentencing happened the next day long after they'd left dry dock. But, as promised, the prosecutor had sent Jim a communique with the sentence as soon as he himself knew it.
It wasn't quite what they'd all hoped. The tribunal had been forced to disregard certain pieces of evidence due to their questionable nature. Thankfully, Jim's statement and the Ambassador's analysis were kept, though upon the defense's revelation of that during her tenure with Starfleet, the Ambassador had injected often-lethal substance called Trellium D into her bloodstream, it hadn't held nearly as much weight and had damn near shattered her credibility.
Instead of the life sentence without parole in a Penal Colony, Dookal had instead only been brought up on the charges of kidnapping and torture. The rape charges, unable to be substantiated, had been dropped, reducing Dookal's sentence to a minimum 10 year sentence, after which time he could be granted parole for good behavior. To say Jim was angry would be an understatement.
"So when my kids are ten, there's a chance they'll have a crazed lunatic after them trying to get back at me," he scowled. "That's comforting."
The prosecutor paused. "I'm going to pretend that the connection was garbled right there," he muttered. "But if you say another damn word about it, I'm going to be forced to report whatever else you say to the Fleet Admiral. Given what I already suspect to be a severe breach in regulations, I don't think you want me to do that."
Jim's lips tightened. "You damn well better tell me if there's so much as a rumor that he's getting a parole hearing."
"Of course," the prosecutor offered, inclining his head. "I'm sorry that we couldn't do more."
Sighing, Jim replied, "Me, too."