"Who's Team Are You On?"
(previous post "Contemplations")
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Stardate: 60323.1225
Setting: USS ANUBIS Conference Lounge
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It had been hard to concentrate on the briefing. The change in command, the shock of Anderson’s multiple promotions and his meeting with Alvarez all played heavily into his current feeling of perplexity but it was the message he had sent out earlier that really had him distracted.
Still unsure if he had done the right thing he wondered what his friend Eneth would think when the message arrived. They hadn't communicated since Prav left even though that had been best friends since childhood. He sent it to Eneth for multiple reasons but primarily because he felt that his friend would actually look at it without just deleting it outright. He certainly couldn't trust that his brothers would do that and he just couldn't bring himself to send it to his father.
Their last conversation had been brutal, occurring just after his mother’s death; it still haunted him with regret. He didn't regret trying to force his father's acceptance of the truth about the Regressives, he just regretted his brash tactics. The final exchange still echoed in his head, even after all these years.
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Setting: ENARA PRIME – Prav’s memory
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"Pravat," his father said, almost pleadingly. "You must stop with this nonsense about a genocide, nothing of that sort has ever happened here and these stories you are telling are bordering on treason."
Prav knew he had to convince his father. He knew that it wasn't the older man's fault that he didn't believe him, in fact, he himself hadn't believed the stories, until his mother showed him the truth. "Let me show you," he said stepping toward his father.
The older man moved away, almost repulsed at the idea. "No," his father said sternly. "It never happened!"
Prav looked into his father's eyes and he could see the truth. His father knew and he was denying it. "You know," Prav said plainly.
"I know nothing about this," his father said as he turned away.
"But mother's parents… all those people. Our government… your father, they murdered them all. Mother showed, she showed me it all!"
His father turned violently toward him. "Never speak of this again. Your mother's body isn't even cold and you are using her name to espouse your lies."
"I wondered why she never shared these memories with you, but now I see. You may not have been there, rounding them up and killing them, but you are just as guilty as the rest. You won't stop me from exposing the truth, you can't."
The father looked at his youngest son and shook his head slowly. "Then you are dead to me as well." He walked away and that was the last time Prav saw his father.
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Setting: Conference Lounge
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He had been wrong. His father didn't stop him from trying to enlighten his people to their genocidal past but he quickly found himself a pariah on his own world. It wasn't too long after that he decided to leave the Delta Quadrant and join Starfleet.
Now, he was withholding intelligence and sending it to his home world. Although he was still unsure of his motives, he did know that they needed to be aware of what the Vori were planning. Now all that needed to happen was that Eneth would read the message and remember the secret language they had invented as children. If not, he may have jeopardized the only place he could call home for nothing.
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Matt Kelly (downwitmal@yahoo.com)
Writing for:
2nd Lt. Pravat 2005 post #262
MCO
USS ANUBIS
