Secret Origins

Posted on 25 Jan 2016 @ 1:00am by Commander Andreus Kohl

630 words; about a 3 minute read

Circa Episode 9 - “Empires” - MD 10

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Andreus Kohl’s Personal Log, supplemental entry:

I disassembled my desktop LCARS interface. I thought… I thought I could find something useful… Build something…

But I’m here. I’m still here.

I don’t know…

I don’t know what they want with us. The intruders. The self-styled Terran Empire. They captured our ship and we’re going… they’re taking us somewhere…

I haven’t gone anywhere. I’m still in my quarters. Where they left me.

I’m still afraid to take apart my replicator. Transporter technology… that’s… that’s serious business. S’good thing the guard left me a stack of rations. I would like to deduce that means the replicators aren’t working for them either yet. The computer is still mostly locked out. The science team… they did good.

Maybe… maybe I can take apart the sonic shower tomorrow. Build some sort of… sonic weapon?

I keep…

I keep thinking about Hamidah’s voice. About Hamidah Romar. I didn’t know her for a long— I think I was an adolescent by the time I tracked her down. It’s funny… (Is it funny?) My adoptive parents were passionate, were eager for me to explore my Argelian heritage. They had raised me in the ways of the Federation. Raised me to take action, to better myself, to think for myself. Once I was solid, once I was becoming a person they could trust, they trusted me to thrust myself into the hedonism of Argelian culture. They were permissive of the alcohol, the sensuality, the mind-altering substances. They trusted in my own sense of self-preservation and, frankly, the miracles of modern medicine to correct any mistakes I might (and did) make. They probably shouldn’t have trusted me quite so much…

I’ve never asked them about it, but in retrospect it appears so obvious, it looks so calculated, that my parents never introduced me to Argelian spirituality. I learned about the music, the cooking, the philosophy… They never told me about the Temple of Whereness. Never mentioned it once. It isn’t— it doesn’t have a large following, not anymore, but it dates back to before the time of the Great Awakening. And it’s the faith of Hamidah. My mother, she, she’s like a priestess there? I suppose I don’t know the word. I never asked her exactly—

She told me. After I found her, she told me she gave me up to the state because she foresaw that she would do, during a meditative vision. Apparently, apparently, this vision held more meaning to her than her own decision-making process.

Hamidah doesn’t— she doesn’t keep in touch. And yet she contacted me while I was in command of USS Nautilus during the NIMBUS affair. It worried me that I didn’t hear from her again, but now we’re a universe away, I suppose it makes sense. Even for all her purported mental powers, I don’t think she can transmit a subspace message between parallel universes. I wonder now if this is why she reached out to me? Was she calling to warn me? To warn me of Galileo’s fate into the parallel universe? Is there something I could have done differently, I wonder. Can she— if she could truly foresee our fate, could I have used that knowledge? Could I have left the secondary deflector inactive, unable to launch us into this place? But if it's fate, that means it's fated. It's already donefor by the time she dreamed it up. Or was she reaching out for some other reason...

Was she saying goodbye…?


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