Turning to them, he offered a small smile.
Morgan: He rejoices, Commander. As we all do at the Time of Reckoning.
Tired eyes looked up and saw the man. Not so different from himself a few decades ago. A faint smile crossed his old and bearded features.
Morgan: Perhaps it is time to explain... ::he waved a hand.:: All this.
Morgan: To some It is a God. To many, in fact. Others called Them... Demons. Demons of Air and Darkness. Many, many thousands of years ago.
Morgan: Correct, sir. ::He paused, leaning forward to accentuate his point.:: Iconian.
He let the knowledge - and all that it meant - sink in. He paced slowly around the pair of officers, letting them look down at the lights emanating from the lake. The gateway was activating, albeit slowly.
Morgan: It's been here for thousands of years. Alone. Hurt. It is dying, Commander. The gateway is damaged, you see. Beneath the water. It needs... energy to repair itself. Then the Iconian... Thet, It's called... can return to Its homeworld. ::He paused.:: My only goal here is to repair the gateway and send Thet back home before It dies.
Morgan: The only energy we have on this desolate rock of a planet. Lifeforce. ::Beat:: Us, Commander. Us.
MSNPC Father Edward Morgan
The Brotherhood of Thet
As simmed by:
Lieutenant(jg) Regan Wilde
USS Arrow, NCC 69829