There was a floating sensation. He could feel that his body was disconnected from his mind. Visions of people he knew, but couldn’t place were telling him something. Something he couldn’t understand. The visions swelled and he was on a planet, a planet of heat and rock and sand. He was a child with his mother. The visions swelled again and he was an older child, different from the others, a shock of blonde hair that he refused to manage. Again they swelled, he was on the bridge of a ship, at a science station. His memories were returning to him.
As the floating sensation was waning, a sharp pain crept in, filling his body with the sensation. A training and memories surged, his pain was there, just masked. More voices filled his ears, familiar voices. He fought the cloud in his mind that the painkillers were providing, to surface. He turned his head and opened his eyes and gazed upon Elton and Laria.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Tortok: Waves and Shoals
The pain was tremendous. The wound in his back was bleeding terribly; he could feel the life draining from him as he washed ashore. Tortok attempted to fight the darkness, but it swept over him before he had a chance.
When Tortok woke, he couldn’t move. The pain in his back still was coursing through his body. He tried to focus his mind, but the pain was too intense. He caught a glimpse of Walter walking back to him before he passed out of consciousness.
Dreams came this time. Dreams of the trials, of falling, of strange planets he had no memories of. His logical mind kicked in, he was being medicated. He focused his mind and tried to wake, the pain peeked through the curtain medication, but he controlled it. He opened his eyes, they had moved. Walter was still with him, and he had a crude bandage on him.
There were voices, familiar yet far away. The pain increased as the medication faded away, he struggled to keep his mind focused. He looked at Walter and spoke as loud as he could, which was barely a whisper. “Where are we?”
When Tortok woke, he couldn’t move. The pain in his back still was coursing through his body. He tried to focus his mind, but the pain was too intense. He caught a glimpse of Walter walking back to him before he passed out of consciousness.
Dreams came this time. Dreams of the trials, of falling, of strange planets he had no memories of. His logical mind kicked in, he was being medicated. He focused his mind and tried to wake, the pain peeked through the curtain medication, but he controlled it. He opened his eyes, they had moved. Walter was still with him, and he had a crude bandage on him.
There were voices, familiar yet far away. The pain increased as the medication faded away, he struggled to keep his mind focused. He looked at Walter and spoke as loud as he could, which was barely a whisper. “Where are we?”
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Tortok: Honor and Life
Tortok took the blade, and examined it curiously. The edge was serrated, curved. Any wound inflicted by the blade would cause severe damage internally. He looked down at the hunter, he was no more than a child. He could see the fear in his eyes. “Who are you? Why do you do this to us?”
“Do me the honor, and finish me.”
“Fascinating” Tortok said, tilting his head. “Is this part of your honor code? To live and die by the hunt?”
“Let me go!” Elton screamed.
“Why?” the Vulcan asked, “If you die, you do us no good. If you live, you are in no condition to hunt. I have your weapon.” He showed him the knife. “I have your weapon, I have your life, if I understand your code correctly.” He pulled the young hunter onto the ledge.
“Why? Please kill me; I have no honor, no reason to live.” Elton said, crying.
Tortok considered the hunter. “You can help us. Get us out of this. And tell me about out memories. Why they are being blocked.”
Elton looked at the emotionless stare of the Vulcan in front of him. “And why would I do this?”
“Who says you have a choice?” Tortok showed him the blade, “I have your life now, and I assume that your own people will kill you anyway for failing. Help us, get us out, find our friends in this cave. I feel we may be able to help you.”
“Do me the honor, and finish me.”
“Fascinating” Tortok said, tilting his head. “Is this part of your honor code? To live and die by the hunt?”
“Let me go!” Elton screamed.
“Why?” the Vulcan asked, “If you die, you do us no good. If you live, you are in no condition to hunt. I have your weapon.” He showed him the knife. “I have your weapon, I have your life, if I understand your code correctly.” He pulled the young hunter onto the ledge.
“Why? Please kill me; I have no honor, no reason to live.” Elton said, crying.
Tortok considered the hunter. “You can help us. Get us out of this. And tell me about out memories. Why they are being blocked.”
Elton looked at the emotionless stare of the Vulcan in front of him. “And why would I do this?”
“Who says you have a choice?” Tortok showed him the blade, “I have your life now, and I assume that your own people will kill you anyway for failing. Help us, get us out, find our friends in this cave. I feel we may be able to help you.”
Monday, July 4, 2011
Ashram: Lower Decks Revisited
On:
Bridge:
Ashram stood on the bridge, some of the pressure was off. Jacob and the Captain were back on board, tensions with the Romulans were at a point where he could keep an eye on things. The klaxons were off, but the red alert still was in effect.
Flight Deck:
Nicole Sterling was sitting watch on the flight deck. The bridge had called for the fighters to ready again, only to be cleared shortly after. The response time of the team was excellent, just as she expected, but the team however was starting to lose moral. They milled around their fighters making sure they were ready to go again. It was twice that they have been called to alert this mission without being unleashed. The old fable of the boy who cried wolf started to run in her head.
“If we weren’t in Romulan space I would call the Lieutenant to have us chase some asteroids or junk or something.” She said to the Bajoran on watch with her.
“Aye, I’m sick of being bottled up, I’m about to explode” replied Rez.
Nicole liked Joran. He reminded her of her deceased husband Oscar in a way, headstrong and direct. She was on watch when the scramble sounded and Joran was due on next. Not that it mattered at this point. With red alert still in effect, they were required to be at their duty stations. Eventually Syldra and Talas walked over to the duty station as Joran relived the chief of the duty watch.
If Nicole was going to stay at her post as required, she needed coffee. She walked over to the replicator and ordered her usual. “Coffee, double strong, double cream.” When the order arrived she tapped her access code on the panel. “Computer, any personal messages?”
“No messages at this time.” The cold computer voice responded.
She was disappointed, but really she didn’t expect any. This side of the Neutral Zone she doubted that any transmissions were coming in or off the ship. Still she missed hearing from her daughters. She thought about them as she took a sip of her coffee. When she walked back to the duty station, she could hear Syldra do what she does best, talk.
“....and the Captain is dead, and the Klingon ship that...” She stopped when she saw the Cheif walk by. Nicole grinned at the young Bolian girl.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Chief Sterling said.
Talas piped in, “There is no way the Captain is dead, Andorians are stronger than that.”
“Either way with the Lieutenant in command, who knows what is going to happen.” Joren added.
Cheif Sterling snapped her head to Joran. “What? Ash is in command?”
Joran looked down at the panel again. “That's what it says here. He just made a log entry, looks like a prisoner transfer of some sort.”
“That makes sense then,” Syldra said. “I hear that the Romulans captured Ambassador Spock, and we are here to rescue him. I wondered why we were here. Why else would we be on Romulus.”
The three other pilots rolled their eyes at the Bolian. Nicole wasn’t sure where Syldra got her information, or if she just made it up herself and spread it as gossip. The news that Ash was in command shook the Chief. She liked Ashram as an officer just fine, she did think he was brash and quick to decision though. That and like all 20 year olds he know, thought with other parts of his anatomy than he really should.
“We are getting fresh orders Chief.” Joran piped up over the chatter between Syldra and whomever would listen. “Looks like we are to ready two fighters, just in case.”
“Talas, get ready, Syldra, stay with Joran until you get new orders. Lets get moving.” Chief and Talas moved to their ships. Syldra and Joran stayed behind and got the deck ready. Nicole pushed all her doubt out of her mind, duty was calling.
BRIDGE:
“Flight deck reports ready sir.” An officer called out.
“K’boom is in position and standing by” Ensign Celes said, turning to Ashram. Her eyes were full of the tension of the moment. Ash could tell she was looking to him for support.
Ashram took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Prepare for transport...drop shields”
Bridge:
Ashram stood on the bridge, some of the pressure was off. Jacob and the Captain were back on board, tensions with the Romulans were at a point where he could keep an eye on things. The klaxons were off, but the red alert still was in effect.
Flight Deck:
Nicole Sterling was sitting watch on the flight deck. The bridge had called for the fighters to ready again, only to be cleared shortly after. The response time of the team was excellent, just as she expected, but the team however was starting to lose moral. They milled around their fighters making sure they were ready to go again. It was twice that they have been called to alert this mission without being unleashed. The old fable of the boy who cried wolf started to run in her head.
“If we weren’t in Romulan space I would call the Lieutenant to have us chase some asteroids or junk or something.” She said to the Bajoran on watch with her.
“Aye, I’m sick of being bottled up, I’m about to explode” replied Rez.
Nicole liked Joran. He reminded her of her deceased husband Oscar in a way, headstrong and direct. She was on watch when the scramble sounded and Joran was due on next. Not that it mattered at this point. With red alert still in effect, they were required to be at their duty stations. Eventually Syldra and Talas walked over to the duty station as Joran relived the chief of the duty watch.
If Nicole was going to stay at her post as required, she needed coffee. She walked over to the replicator and ordered her usual. “Coffee, double strong, double cream.” When the order arrived she tapped her access code on the panel. “Computer, any personal messages?”
“No messages at this time.” The cold computer voice responded.
She was disappointed, but really she didn’t expect any. This side of the Neutral Zone she doubted that any transmissions were coming in or off the ship. Still she missed hearing from her daughters. She thought about them as she took a sip of her coffee. When she walked back to the duty station, she could hear Syldra do what she does best, talk.
“....and the Captain is dead, and the Klingon ship that...” She stopped when she saw the Cheif walk by. Nicole grinned at the young Bolian girl.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Chief Sterling said.
Talas piped in, “There is no way the Captain is dead, Andorians are stronger than that.”
“Either way with the Lieutenant in command, who knows what is going to happen.” Joren added.
Cheif Sterling snapped her head to Joran. “What? Ash is in command?”
Joran looked down at the panel again. “That's what it says here. He just made a log entry, looks like a prisoner transfer of some sort.”
“That makes sense then,” Syldra said. “I hear that the Romulans captured Ambassador Spock, and we are here to rescue him. I wondered why we were here. Why else would we be on Romulus.”
The three other pilots rolled their eyes at the Bolian. Nicole wasn’t sure where Syldra got her information, or if she just made it up herself and spread it as gossip. The news that Ash was in command shook the Chief. She liked Ashram as an officer just fine, she did think he was brash and quick to decision though. That and like all 20 year olds he know, thought with other parts of his anatomy than he really should.
“We are getting fresh orders Chief.” Joran piped up over the chatter between Syldra and whomever would listen. “Looks like we are to ready two fighters, just in case.”
“Talas, get ready, Syldra, stay with Joran until you get new orders. Lets get moving.” Chief and Talas moved to their ships. Syldra and Joran stayed behind and got the deck ready. Nicole pushed all her doubt out of her mind, duty was calling.
BRIDGE:
“Flight deck reports ready sir.” An officer called out.
“K’boom is in position and standing by” Ensign Celes said, turning to Ashram. Her eyes were full of the tension of the moment. Ash could tell she was looking to him for support.
Ashram took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Prepare for transport...drop shields”
Tortok: A Quick Break
Tortok left the attacker behind, the way he reacted he was sure the blade was poisoned, if he wasn’t dead, then he would be soon. He needed to get to the mountains. Walter was on his shoulder, breathing slowly, his body still extremely hot. He had given him his share of water to try to cool him, but the hot sun had heated the skins to a point that it really would not matter at this point. His only goals were shelter, water, and to get out of the heat.
As the sun started to rise, he lay Walter on the ground. The Vulcan needed to rest. He looked back and did not see the attacker. As he took a bit of the hot water he saw Walter stir.
“Are you feeling any better?”
“You didn’t leave me?”
“No”
“Thanks”
Tortok looked behind them, wondering where the others were at this point. If they had the same constitution as Walter, then he doubted they had made it this far. “Can you walk?”
Walter tried to get up, but it was obvious he couldn’t. “Sorry.”
“Its fine, when we make it to the caves, we’ll find a place to hide so that we both can recover.”
“What about the hunters?”
“Every time they’ve come, they have announced their presence. Part of their code of honor, I gather.” Tortok doubted there was even a way out, and if he did escape, that they would let him or any else go if he made it. A few more minutes they bother were quiet, and then he stood. “Time to go.” He bent over and picked up Walter and continued towards the mountains.
As the sun started to rise, he lay Walter on the ground. The Vulcan needed to rest. He looked back and did not see the attacker. As he took a bit of the hot water he saw Walter stir.
“Are you feeling any better?”
“You didn’t leave me?”
“No”
“Thanks”
Tortok looked behind them, wondering where the others were at this point. If they had the same constitution as Walter, then he doubted they had made it this far. “Can you walk?”
Walter tried to get up, but it was obvious he couldn’t. “Sorry.”
“Its fine, when we make it to the caves, we’ll find a place to hide so that we both can recover.”
“What about the hunters?”
“Every time they’ve come, they have announced their presence. Part of their code of honor, I gather.” Tortok doubted there was even a way out, and if he did escape, that they would let him or any else go if he made it. A few more minutes they bother were quiet, and then he stood. “Time to go.” He bent over and picked up Walter and continued towards the mountains.
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