[Interlude] Captain Vixis - Soliloquy
Sevantha Saa
((Rehearsal Stage 3, Quantum Environments, USS Showrunner))
The lights dimmed on the scene, and the curtain closed. Rows of dark screens curved and set upon bodies in the audience, their glows softening following the stage lighting’s lead. A single spotlight creaked as it moved to its mark, then flicked on to reveal the protagonist of this play, standing with her head turned towards the side dramatically, the ridges of her face accented with make-up to emphasize her Klingon traits over her Betazoid ones. A long green skirt, with a bustle of chain mail, strode quietly for a moment, deep in contemplation as the light followed her.
Vixis: taH ::pause and shifts towards the audience:: pagh taHbe'. ::Another pause before looking up:: DaH mu'tlheghvam vIqelnIS.
Love Planet had been classless torture, choosing to speak her mind denied her the opportunity to appear on Real Matriarchs of Betazed which was a riot considering they chose a girl in service to a house and created a fictional house instead of utilizing the actual Matriarch of the Fifteenth House of Betazed. Vixis had chosen not to point that fact out to their captors to avoid placing any unwanted attention on Commander DeVeau, and because she reveled in their arrogance.
Their four lobes may have prevented her from feeling their self-inflated ego, but she didn’t need to, they wore it in their strides, their clothing, their posture, their movements all conveyed grandiosity and superiority. Unlike many of the Klingon Houses and Romulans who rivaled in their large egos, most had at least earned it. These were empty reputations built from stories of others, not their own. Their accolades to tell and reshape their stories were of note, impressive technology, but a good bard didn’t need technology to tell it well or see it enjoyed.
Vixis: quv'a', yabDaq San vaQ cha, pu' je SIQDI'.
She’d grown up on Leian, a Betazoid and Klingon joint colony. Leian was a world softer and more lush than Qo’noS but it was far more simplistic than the Betazed homeworld. She was a daughter of the Fourteenth House, a small branch that entangled itself with branches of the line Mirren of Qo’noS. It was a world full of beautiful temperate forests, nights of open fires of celebration, the mixed community creating an environment where the celebration of accomplishment was common. Their souls inspired by tales of glory and the beauty of the worlds they could feel around them without a need for words.
What little souls remained of the Astrachthoni were rotting, withered, sacrificed to gluttonous consumption and sloth.
Placing a hand upon the hilt of her sword, Vixis crossed the stage, continuing to perform with the passion and authenticity these people lacked. Every word spoken reflected her situation, the war all captured now fought within themselves. Did they sit in quiet suffering, performing for the Astrachthoni in hopes to one day be free, or did they choose to fight? Fates worse than death came in a place like this.
Vixis: pagh, Seng bIQ'a'Hey SuvmeH nuHmey SuqDI',
Her dark eyes scanned the room, searching for any signs of her crew or members of the others. Instead she saw more digitized avatars of tentacle-faced beings that viewed from the comforts of their homes. These bodies were their stand-ins, as the Astrachthoni appeared unable to motivate themselves to even experience art in person. Those who watched multi-tasked, sipped their drinks, checked other screens, and rotated between activities with annoying small attention spans.
Narrowing her eyes, Vixis tired of the games, tired of allowing them to so comfortably turn their eyes from her as she bared her soul in the performance ( as one did not half-heart a performance of such renown texts), and moved to the edge of the stage.
A smirk tugged at her lips as she stepped forward and jumped off, landing in front of the crowd and slowly walked towards them, staring through them as if they simply did not exist.
Vixis: 'ej, Suvmo', rInmoHDI'?
The Klingon drew her blade. An audible gasp escaped the wings as the stage manager and director, though she could not discern if it was excitement or panic.
Neither mattered as Vixis swung the blade, decapitating several body–shaped, seat-warming, viewing monitors masquerading as audience members. Finally, she heard more reactions from the crowd, their attention caught as she turned to drive a blade into another one of the mechanical objects to emphasize her message.
These people needed to wake-up.
Vixis: Hegh. Qong – Qong neH
Lights across the stage flickered on as the damage was being assessed. Keeping her hands wrapped around the blade, she turned towards the director, leveling it.
Vixis: I am done.
And she was.
Yet, when the world went black, she did not awaken on board her ship, but inside a facility dedicated to storing those the Astrachthoni had taken. Before she could move, before she could tear through the logs to find her crew, restraints snapped around her arms that she fought to break. Simple cuffs would not stop her reign of terror in the actor’s storage, but being teleported directly into one of the contaminant units that flooded with gas would.
She did everything to resist, to fight, but eventually it won out and the Captain of the Janaran was claimed by the storage.
[[End Scene]]
Captain Vixis
Daughter of Sonna
Sutai of Line Mirrin,
Daughter of the 14th House of Betazed
Commanding Officer
USS Janaran
