Setting: USS HATHOR, Storage Bay
Lea walked in to find Elizabeth wooing over the sitting Oltharian. The
look on Elan's face made it known to all that he had touched another
crystal. The aCMO's insistence on wanting to know what he had seen was
Liz's way of seeing if she was going to do the same.
Since the discovery of the comet's hidden trove, Lea had heard an
increasing number of people talk about it. The theories of what the comet
was, and what the crystals inside had been meant for ran rampant. It
was only after speaking with Elan that Lea had made up her own opinion on
what they had found. If the Oltharian considered this to be good, than
the CMO had no reason to doubt it.
Taking another step into the room, Lea was torn between her duties and
desires. Elan looked like he could use her presence but Liz had
already been by his side. The CMO had come here to volunteer driven by a
wish to see how this worked more than what she might find.
"Hi Lea," Maya said. The CMO stood without moving for a moment,
waiting for the rest of the woman's welcome to come. But it never did.
Instead Maya turned back to look at a table that had been set-up and the
crystal that had just been beamed on it.
Lea approached the table eyeing the latest crystal that had been taken
from the comet. It looked identical to the others on the table in
every aspect. There had been no reason why this one had been more special
than the others, yet Lea felt something. Maybe it had been her own
curiosity that had pulled her closer. Maybe there had been some
undetectable connection that made Lea reach for it. All that the CMO knew was
that she wanted to touch that crystal.
Stardate: 60333.1155
Lea found herself in a small open room atop a mighty tower. She could feel the wind passing through her as if she had been nothing more than a ghost. Lea thought that she should be feeling fear, but she had not. Instead she found herself drawn to an inscription on one of the small walls supporting the roof.
=-=*=-=
I was born of fire
Gave way to water
Rose to become air
To fall upon the earth
For I am thrice born
And tomorrow I shall die
But for tonight
I shall live
Forever!
=-=*=-=
Lea felt a chill. The words had been written in a language that she did not know, yet the CMO had been able to read them. More to the point she had heard the words spoken in her head as her eyes passed over the alien symbols.
Curious for more Lea turned to see a large leather bound book on a marble made pedestal. The book had already been opened to a page near its centre beckoning the CMO closer. Like before when her eyes glances the words, Lea heard a voice speaking in her head.
=-=*=-=
That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprisoned absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell;
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.
=-=*=-=
Once the poem had finished Lea looked out through one of the openings to see a vast ocean. From what she could see Lea guessed the tower to be hundreds if not thousands of meters high. Had this been where the writer had lived? Had this place been his sanctuary of solitude or a prison? Lea wanted to know more but when she turned back to the book it had vanished.
=-=
"Lea?" Maya said in a panic.
The CMO felt fine although very disoriented. It was only when she saw
the face of her assistant come into view from an unexpected side that
Lea realised what had happened. She had fallen to the floor and was now
looking up at those looking down on her.
"What happened?" Lea asked, returning to her feet with the help of Liz
and Maya.
"You just collapsed," the aCMO replied running her tricorder over Lea's
head.
"At least I didn't fall off that tower," the CMO said glancing over at
Elan. The Oltharian, unlike her, appeared ready for another *trip*.
=-=
Lt. J.G. Lea Summers
And
Chief Medical Officer 2005 post #590
Setting: USS HATHOR, Storage Bay
Stardate: 60333.1200
Tiffany Rose {lady_tiffany_rose@mail.com}
Chief Medical Officer
USS ANUBIS
USS HATHOR