Lt.JG Taelon - Budding Anew
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armiece
Mar 23, 2023, 1:52:20 AM3/23/23
to StarBase 118 Ops a Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Lt. Cmdr. DeVeau’s Office, Starbase 118))
The mission in the Cloud had been…Taelon didn't know what to think of it, frankly. He felt he should have found it interesting, but archeology and ruins had never been his focus, nor of much interest to him. It wasn’t that he dismissed vanished cultures, nor did he look down on those who found them fascinating and chased their secrets.
But it was depressing. A reminder, as if his own existence wasn’t already one, of the fate that had befallen his relatives and their ancestors. So as they dug and scanned ruins, he’d not been able to shake a bitter feeling.
The Borg would have left nothing. Doubtless El-Auria was stripped bare, covered in Borg facilities, its elegant buildings and historic monuments disassembled and reused, just like its people had been. The images of a blue and green jewel hanging amid the stars replaced by a dark, polluted hellscape.
At least the fallen civilizations they’d found had left an imprint. Something they’d made had stayed on the planet they’d called home, lonely but findable. It was a dark way of thinking, one that only grew darker the longer he let himself stew in it. How many small civilizations had the Borg overtaken? How many innocent tribesmen had looked to the stars only to find them descending and devouring them whole?
Too many. Too many. His own work in removing the Borg’s tech from former drones had only made him hate them, and their invisible creator, more. And he knew in his heart why his mother was so focussed on them; why she’d left him alone for most of his life. Why it was selfish of him to wish she hadn’t. What was one boy’s loneliness when compared to that foe? What was -
Regardless, he was glad to be back. Glad to be able to turn those spiraling thoughts to something useful, to hold his daughter and focus on small things.
Though the homecoming would have been better had the Starbase not had bombs and assassins in it. Again. The rumors were flying as he headed on duty the next morning, everyone whispering about it in the turbolifts. He wasn’t very chatty - too shy, usually - but soon he’d have an opportunity to ask questions. He tugged at his uniform sleeves as he stopped before Alora’s office, clearing his throat and hitting the comm.
Taelon: . =/\= Lieutenant Taelon, reporting for debriefing. =/\=
DeVeau: ?
The door slid open and he ducked through. Alora’s office always smelled of plants and earth, and true to form, she had a few new pots since the last time he’d been there.
Taelon: Uh, good morning, Commander.
DeVeau: ?
Taelon shrugged one shoulder. Whatever he thought, the base’s incident was a bit more pressing,
Taelon: It was, um, successful. They’re doubtless done offloading the artifacts, if you’d like a look. But, uh, it sounds like things here have been…
DeVeau: ?
Taelon’s lips twitched in the hint of a smile.
Taelon: That bad, huh?
DeVeau: ?
Tag/TBC
Lt.JG Taelon
Starbase 118 OPs
O239303T10
The mission in the Cloud had been…Taelon didn't know what to think of it, frankly. He felt he should have found it interesting, but archeology and ruins had never been his focus, nor of much interest to him. It wasn’t that he dismissed vanished cultures, nor did he look down on those who found them fascinating and chased their secrets.
But it was depressing. A reminder, as if his own existence wasn’t already one, of the fate that had befallen his relatives and their ancestors. So as they dug and scanned ruins, he’d not been able to shake a bitter feeling.
The Borg would have left nothing. Doubtless El-Auria was stripped bare, covered in Borg facilities, its elegant buildings and historic monuments disassembled and reused, just like its people had been. The images of a blue and green jewel hanging amid the stars replaced by a dark, polluted hellscape.
At least the fallen civilizations they’d found had left an imprint. Something they’d made had stayed on the planet they’d called home, lonely but findable. It was a dark way of thinking, one that only grew darker the longer he let himself stew in it. How many small civilizations had the Borg overtaken? How many innocent tribesmen had looked to the stars only to find them descending and devouring them whole?
Too many. Too many. His own work in removing the Borg’s tech from former drones had only made him hate them, and their invisible creator, more. And he knew in his heart why his mother was so focussed on them; why she’d left him alone for most of his life. Why it was selfish of him to wish she hadn’t. What was one boy’s loneliness when compared to that foe? What was -
Regardless, he was glad to be back. Glad to be able to turn those spiraling thoughts to something useful, to hold his daughter and focus on small things.
Though the homecoming would have been better had the Starbase not had bombs and assassins in it. Again. The rumors were flying as he headed on duty the next morning, everyone whispering about it in the turbolifts. He wasn’t very chatty - too shy, usually - but soon he’d have an opportunity to ask questions. He tugged at his uniform sleeves as he stopped before Alora’s office, clearing his throat and hitting the comm.
Taelon: . =/\= Lieutenant Taelon, reporting for debriefing. =/\=
DeVeau: ?
The door slid open and he ducked through. Alora’s office always smelled of plants and earth, and true to form, she had a few new pots since the last time he’d been there.
Taelon: Uh, good morning, Commander.
DeVeau: ?
Taelon shrugged one shoulder. Whatever he thought, the base’s incident was a bit more pressing,
Taelon: It was, um, successful. They’re doubtless done offloading the artifacts, if you’d like a look. But, uh, it sounds like things here have been…
DeVeau: ?
Taelon’s lips twitched in the hint of a smile.
Taelon: That bad, huh?
DeVeau: ?
Tag/TBC
Lt.JG Taelon
Starbase 118 OPs
O239303T10
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