The idea of communicating from now on through telepathic thoughts to his crew wasn't really pleasing to Barnabas. Half of his crew were holoprograms and one android. They did not have minds to think, contemplate, and thoroughly decide even though they have processors. His hearing was lost the next day. One week without hearing. Now, communicating with everyone but his first officer and security officer was not an self image Barnabas wanted to keep. So he had his own way of making sure he was speaking right by telepathically asking those nearby hearing in the conversation. The most irritating aspect of the whole ordeal is that telepathic communicating is not part of the work force.
Captain, it seems your telepathic powers were stunted because you never used them, Sonny explained, now it took you awhile to fully use them the way you could. Your Psi development was made rapid due to your captivity and current needs.
My current needs are to my crew, Barnabas replied, I otherwise feel uncomfortable communicating this way. I grew up in a household who refused to communicate through thought but only through verbal. Apparently I was the only one raised in a household like that.
Barnabas returned his eyes to the holopad.
Barnabas, Sonny replied, read the telepathic rules and regulations as instructed by Star Fleet.
The holopad had all the regulations regarding telepathic powers being used on the job. It explicity states that one should not abuse it to read the mind (or communicate telepathically with them) of other races who do not like telepathy to be used day to day basis. It had to be respected. There were many other rules to it on the holopad. But the only topic Barnabas could think about were the psi-less ones.
Barnabas tapped on his combadge.
"B-4, my ready room. Barnabas out."
Barnabas reached to a decision, one that might affect everyone aboard the Enterprise Z.
Fifteen minutes later, B-4 came into Barnabas's room.
"Captain?" B-4 said.
"Sit down, please."
"Yes, captain," B-4 said, sitting down into the chair in front of the desk. "Is this regarding my request for transfer?"
Barnabas had read the android's lips.
"Request for transfer. . ." Barnabas said, as though he had been unaware of the request. "Denied."
"Captain?" B-4 said, alarmed.
"I am breaking the rules by telepathically speaking to my crew," Barnabas said, leaning back into his chair. "So I will be leaving Star Fleet and decided to help out on the resistance against the pure Cardassian campaign. You are more capable of speaking to the crew and hearing. B-4, losing you? That would be losing the heart of the crew. You are the best First Officer I ever had. . . and met. You try to outshine your brother," Barnabas leaned forward with his hands in a ball on the table. "But you know what? I know you are different. You are a different person who has the qualities to lead this ship into the unknown. I can very well see you in the captain's chair."
B-4 was at first speechless.
"But. . . I can't communicate telepathically." B-4 said.
"So what about it? You don't need it. You need your skills, verbal communication, and you are . . . lets say. . . extraordinary," Barnabas said. "Let's keep it not let this sadden your day because today is my last day of being in Star Fleet. I expect you to be prepared for the captaincy." The Cardassian-Romulan leaned back into his chair. "Don't let your disadvantages weaken you, B-4. You have the crew behind your back already."
"The crew isn't complete without you." B-4 said.
"Far as I am concerned, Number One," Barnabas said. "It is complete. You are dismissed. "
"Captain." B-4 said, with a nod then he exited the room.
Barnabas, on his day of being a captain, decided to read the rules before making Star Fleet aware.