[[BACKPOST]]: The End III

Posted on 23 Oct 2012 @ 12:37am by
Edited on 24 Dec 2012 @ 5:10pm

889 words; about a 4 minute read

Mature themes, as usual MOUSE OVER Vulcan text for translations!

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[[2389: SI'KTAEL SPACEPORT, SHI'KAHR, VULCAN]]

The surroundings were bathed in white.

Liyar looked down at his feet, his arms, his hands. They stood out amidst the unending whiteness. Had he succumbed? The thought illogically wound itself around him. Minutes turned into hours. Dreams, whispers of the past. T'Yron, Raek.

They were here no longer. But imprinted forever, their memories lived within him. He was the only one who knew their secrets. He walked over to a large bowl, movements slow and jerky, as if through a distortion. He lifted the water with his hands. He would keep them here. Forever. He didn't want to leave. He could dive in, join them in this place in his memories. Forever.

Parted from me and never parted.

He could still smell her soap. Feel her presence, like a shadow of a memory. The train station. The kahs-wan, when she had stayed awake all night reading to him. Even then, she had protected him. Fortified him, kept him sane. Handled his emotions, calmed his Inner Chorus. And he had cherished her. He was so overwhelmed with the frenzy he had not said it, but it would be part of him until he died.

Another bowl further down the line, and he could hardly bring himself to partake of it. Raek. Barely of age to participate in his first Trial. He remembered Raek's illogical predilection for Fire Storms, hiding under his bed and questioning their dwelling's structural integrity. Solemnly listing all of the reasons why it was completely irrational to live in the desert. Anxious. Emotional, maybe. He followed Liyar around with the air of hero worship, striving to be just as reasonable, just as composed, competent as his dad. Liyar felt something in his side constrict, and he tried to control himself.

He set the bowl aside. He could not, could not go there.

Immediately, an earthquake overtook him. The sphere he was enclosed within shattered, white marred with black, mirrors. He was buried, rubble and all, struggling to get out until he realized he simply didn't want to. Above his battered form the face of an Andorian bearing a phaser smiled over him.

Liyar growled, throwing off the shards of glass, most of his exposed skin lacerated and bruised, an ugly chartreuse. "Come and get me," the Andorian sang in an unknown language, but Liyar knew the taunt for what it was.

The fever burned anew. He lunged.

"Liyar, Kroykah!" Kaurak shouted as his boss, a normally quiescent fellow who didn't bother with anyone, suddenly jerked his head up, stared directly into his eyes and jumped at him with the broken shrapnel of wood he'd ripped out of his own desk, hand bloodied. His expression was feral, all touch with reality gone.

He fought off the diplomatic officer as best as he could, but Liyar had years of D'Alik'tal training and floored him immediately. He wasn't looking to practice. He was trained to kill, and Kaurak felt his body spin through the air and land with an angry thump. He gingerly touched his neck, feeling the crack. Any more movements like that... Kaurak's eyes widened.

The other two security men flew through the room, but Liyar threw them off effortlessly, breathing heavily. Kaurak stood once more. He would have to stand his ground. He grabbed one of the chairs near him and flung it at Liyar, who held up his forearm, the sound of bone splitting through the air. Undeterred, Liyar stalked toward him once more, like an angry jaguar on the prowl.

"Ti'amah! Ti'amah!" he shouted as three burly officers finally managed to hold him down before he killed the aide. He struggled, but slumped over into a stupor when they injected a sedative into his neck.

Through the commotion, a woman stepped forward, robes trailing behind her and knelt down next to his prone form. She placed her hands against his psi-points, three near his eyes. She closed her eyes and went through her assessment. "He is lost," she spoke in Standard. "T'Yron is dead. We must bring him to Mount Khranash. The intermittent bond must be performed."

Kaurak coughed a little from his corner, but stood shakily. "I will assist."

"He views you as a challenger, Kaurak."

"No. I believe he was hallucinating," Kaurak said. "He believed that I killed his bondmate. He was shouting."

The healer nodded and helped place Liyar on the stretcher. "Then we must go. At once. Enrail will meet us at the aircar." They rushed out, loading him into the medical vehicle.

As they sped off into the desert, Liyar opened his eyes, fighting through the sedative, and then closed them once more, as if resigned to his fate. Only time would tell if he would make it through. He felt hands pressed to his face, and the silvery threads of another's mind (Enrail, it whispered) slowly weave around his.

If he were not Vulcan, incapable of excess tears, he would have wept at her foreign presence.

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