(( Transport Capsule, New Hope ))
Secrets devour the soul, the Elder once told Dariell. Until now, they had no idea how profound those words truly were.
Dariell watched as the Starfleet Away Team got ready to depart, standing tall with a smile lighting up their face.
Starfleet were unusual creatures—suspicious, furry, and remarkably tall. Beneath their courteous facade lies their true power—knowledge, technology, and tongue on hollow promises. In many ways, they resembled the Boraxians, each driven by their own agenda. Meeting them gave young Yurum a new view of the stars and what lay beyond. They wished Starfleet was different, but they weren’t.
Faced with the dilemma, they hesitated to deceive Blue Giant, but orders were orders. Dariell held on to their secrets, deceiving, lying, and keeping quiet, as true Boroxian would do. As Starfleet did. With a smile, they waved goodbye to the Starfleet Away Team as they faded away into the blue shimmer.
Dariell stood in the room, surrounded by silence, entirely alone. They were gone. Did they know? Did they know they had been deceived? Perhaps. But why did it happen? What happened? Yurum doubted they had figured it out. With a heavy sigh, the Yurum mechanic grappled with the weight of the decision they had made, what that had done to them.
Secrets devour the soul, and Dariell was devoured.
END for Dariell
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Dariell
Chief Mechanic of the Sectarian Faction
As simmed by
Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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