Part 4: Bajoran Gods

Posted on 24 Aug 2016 @ 10:52pm by Lieutenant JG Eelim Galan
Edited on on 25 Aug 2016 @ 10:38pm

812 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 12 - Recluse
Location: Mind of Eelim
Timeline: MD -07 0147 hours

OLD:

Eelim could hear shouting, his body felt as if it was one large open wound. At one point he had given into the pain, let the comfort of darkness wrap around him only to be jolted back into the world of pain. Why couldn't they just let the darkness take him.

He tried to open his eyes but he couldn't. Suddenly there was a light...it started as a little seedling of white and then burst into a brilliant warm snow white that filled every fiber of his being. He was surrounded by it....

On the bio bed his body violently jolted as if his very soul was torn from it.

Tuula pulled back for a moment; she was just finishing closing the incision she had made into Eelim's abdominal cavity and dropped her autosuture to look up at his readings.

"Convulsions," she mused. "Ten cc's of praxinol?" she asked, looking up at Allyndra.

"Let's hold off for a moment and see if the barbituates help. I think it is mostly due to the intercranial pressure hopefully the induced coma will reverse some of that."

"Good," replied Tuula, looking over at the unresponsive Cardassian before her. Gently, she touched his hand. "Don't worry, Eelim, you're going to be fine. I promise..."

[ON]

Eelim heard Tuula’s voice in the distance as he felt his very soul ripped from his body. The light was blinding and then there was nothing but white light and silence. Was this really how it was? He’d read about it but never believed it.

“Fear can paralyze mind and body. Acceptance of what is, and what is to come, can be called the first step on a long journey.”

Eelim look around. “Who said that? Who are you?”

The light blinded him again and then he found himself standing in a very familiar room. It was his room. When he was a child. “Hello?” He said. He felt a presence and turned to come face to face with Luma Teprin. He gasped. “Teprin!”

Teprin stood back and shook his head. “No. This is merely a form to best aid you.”

Eelim looked confused.

The Teprin figure in front of him gave a hint of a smile, “You ask for our help yet you refuse to allow it.”

“Help? I didn’t…” but he had. That would mean… “Oh! Gods…of Bajor.” He dropped to his knees.

The Teprin figure reached out pulling Eelim up easily. “Oh stop being a …what is it you corporeal beings say….don’t be a drama queen.”

Eelim chuckled, “This is so cool a Bajoran God called me a drama queen.”

Teprin shook his head, “It is time to face that which you block, Eelim; that which you refuse to understand or accept. That which keeps you locked in the purgatory of your own making.”

Eelim turned and there he saw himself, as a little boy sitting on his bed with a sketch PADD. He remembered that day. He watched as his 8 year old self drew quietly.

It was past his bedtime and he couldn’t sleep until he got the image down. Then he’d heard his mother crying. He watched as the little Eelim put the sketch pad aside and left his room. He remembered well what came next.

Standing at the railing he looked on as Derat, Gul Galan, and his own Mother stood arguing.

“You’re not taking Eelim, Nilani! In fact you’re not taking any of your children with you. Eelim stays here as a reminder of your betrayal.”

Nilani cried and Eelim watched on as the man he called Uncle Derat put his arms around her. “Galan if you hurt Eelim I’ll destroy you.”

Gul Galan’s smile was positively evil. “Oh Eelim will not be physically hurt in any way shape or form but you will watch as I make sure that he knows he’s nothing, that he’s unworthy to call me father.” Gul Galan turned. “Now get out of my house.” He walked off.

Nilani sobbed. “Derat! What are we going to do?”

Helpless and angry Derat threw a glass of Canar across the room. The glass shattering sounding like thunder and making the little Eelim cry out and jump.

Derat then noticed him. He ran up the stairs taking two at a time and looked at the confused child. “Don’t be frightened little one. Your father won’t hurt you.”

The adult Eelim stepped back. His eyes widening. He was remembering a time when those same words were said to him.

Just like that he was again struck with the blinding white light and the scene faded. He was back in the bosom of nothingness. He felt another presence and turned…..

To be Continued…

[OFF]

Lt. JG Eelim Galan
Security Officer
USS Galileo
[PNPC MacKenzie]

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