"They're not. They don't answer to Starfleet Command, if they ever were part of the Charter they've slipped that, and no one oversees them." Julian's tone is vicious, and angry, 31's very existence is anathema to everything the Federation stands for. The ideals that he truly holds dear, that every Starfleet officer holds dear.
It's obvious that he's had some personal dealings with them, and that he's not fondly recalling them.
"They're a cancer." It's the only true way to put it. An insidious disease, and as a physician, as a Starfleet officer, and as a decent human being, Julian doesn't intend to let them stay where they are now that he knows they're there.
Julian has read those laws, too, studied them front to back, and if he knew what Khan was thinking then, he'd have to wonder how Marcus manipulated them, or how he outright lied, because he'd never feared losing his citizenship. Even in his darkest thoughts, he knew he'd lose nothing more than his Starfleet commission and his medical license should his true nature come to light. It would be difficult, but he could still make a life for himself on Earth, or out in space. There were colonies where they didn't care one jot if someone had a license to practice medicine, so long as you could suture a wound.
"What I chose was to enter a service where I could do the most good."
It wasn't his existence they were truly worried about.
no subject
It's obvious that he's had some personal dealings with them, and that he's not fondly recalling them.
"They're a cancer." It's the only true way to put it. An insidious disease, and as a physician, as a Starfleet officer, and as a decent human being, Julian doesn't intend to let them stay where they are now that he knows they're there.
Julian has read those laws, too, studied them front to back, and if he knew what Khan was thinking then, he'd have to wonder how Marcus manipulated them, or how he outright lied, because he'd never feared losing his citizenship. Even in his darkest thoughts, he knew he'd lose nothing more than his Starfleet commission and his medical license should his true nature come to light. It would be difficult, but he could still make a life for himself on Earth, or out in space. There were colonies where they didn't care one jot if someone had a license to practice medicine, so long as you could suture a wound.
"What I chose was to enter a service where I could do the most good."
It wasn't his existence they were truly worried about.