002-NEW ALEXANDRIA: Fairborn: Day 1 - 2100 ("Inner Exploration")
Posted by Francois on Thursday, March 11, 2010
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"Inner Exploration"
[Previous Post Sabrina’s "Training"]
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"This is the journey you've always been destined to take."
-Kai Opaka
Setting: NEW ALEXANDRIA, Section H, Level 8, Training Holodeck 1
Stardate: 63070.2100
For the last 10 hours or so the Oltharian giant had made his way through some of the most difficult rocky terrain he could have ever imagined. His strength and size had proven to be an immeasurable asset as he climbed his way over towering walls of stones or found ways to bridge what had seemed to be countless bottomless ravines.
Used to the 35 hours days of his home world of OLTHAR PRIME, Elan had been somewhat disappointed when the light of the sun had vanished below the horizon to plunge everything in an eerie darkness, thus halting his progress. After having gathered whatever twigs and dried leaves which laid about to create a campfire the Oltharian Engineer selected a spot where he would be able to lean back to rest. Having confirmed that the campfire had been strong, the Engineering officer delicately drew a small silver cylinder from his shirt pocket.
Admiral Koneki had allowed each member of the ANUBIS’ crew to bring a single item. Most had selected a tool that would help them in their quest to reach the mission’s objective, but Elan had elected to bring something to help him in his never ending personal journey of self discovery; his flute.
The Oltharian held the small musical instrument with the utmost of care and reverence as his white eyes drew on what little flickering light the fire offered to scrutinize the cylinder and lose himself in his thoughts.
--==(/\)==--
(Insert funky FLASHBACK music)
Setting: OLTHAR PRIME, Gardens outside of the Council of Elders
"Uncle," a young boy sniffled as he tried his best to hold back his tears. "I'm sorry."
"It is alright Elan," a middle aged man dressed in religious robes said as he lowered himself onto a single knee. "Not everyone is meant to become a member of the Religious Circle, and even less to join the ranks of the Klaj~Ra'Shall. Yours is a different path."
"But I want to be with you Uncle Bardef," the young boy forcefully admitted. "I want to belong to the Religious Circle."
The robed man smiled down at the teary young boy as he placed a caring hand on the child's shoulder. "There is a universe of difference between what we want and what we have to do Elan, one day you may come to understand this."
--==(/\)==--
Setting: NEW ALEXANDRIA, Section H, Level 8, Training Holodeck 1
Stardate: 63070.2145
On only rare occasions had the Oltharian played his flute outside of the seclusion of his quarters after his graduation from Starfleet Academy. The small metallic musical instrument which seemed to vanished into nothingness while inside the massive hands of the giant had always help a particular significance to Elan, the enchanting and almost mystical music that it created reflecting the composer's most intimate feelings. This type of music had always been meant, as per the teachings of the Religious Circle, to only be shared with those whom the player had special and even intimate feelings for.
As a Cadet though the Oltharian had challenged this belief passed down from generation to generation and had used the music to help him stay in touch with the heritage that he had left back on OLTHAR PRIME. Having been the first of his kind to venture beyond the confines of the planetary system they knew as home, going against all they he had been taught about their place in the universe, Elan had not been a stranger to challenging his people's ways. Even though the music had been shared, very few Cadets had been able to claim to having heard the giant play the small silvery instrument, but those who could had always said the same thing about the sounds that filled the air they had shared with Elan at that time - purely emotional.
After his graduation from the Academy and his first mission onboard another Intel ship, the significance of the music had returned to its intended meaning when Elan had allowed Lt. Cmdr. Amber Satori to be in his quarters while he played. She had interrupted one of the Olthairan's private sessions and after much convincing, Elan had found it impossible to resist the woman's charms and accepted to continue playing with her there.
On that one fateful night a great many things had changed for the Olthairan, not the least of which had been his own personal understanding of the universe that extended all around them. The woman who then held the position of Chief for the Observation and Surveillance Centre on that ship had made her way into the giant's mind long before then, but it had taken time for her to find her way into the giant's heart. Time seemed to come to a complete stop while he played for her, watching Amber's eyes follow each and every movement he made with an intensity that he could not understand or cared to. She enjoyed the music and he in turned had enjoyed her enjoyment making the moment one that he would remember for all eternity.
Fragile and innocent as she knew Elan to be despite his colossal size and appearance, the woman whose age defied all concept of time, had not wanted to rush things making that night even more special as she watched and listened. Amber had learned long ago that life needed to be enjoyed at a slower pace, taking in each and every second and enjoying them to their fullest as they would never come again. During her years she had once enchanted another Oltharian man who in time had grown in wisdom to become leader of his world's governing body, the Council of Elders. That he had been Elan's uncle had only been a universal coincidence that both Bardef and Amber had chosen to keep from the young Oltharian who had left his home world to venture beyond the stars.
Events beyond the control of Elan had taken this woman from him, placing her in a coma from which no medical technique known to the Federation could bring her out of. On that day, the significance and melodies of the music had once again changed to reflect the giant's new found emotion - despair. It had taken the Oltharian a lot of time and soul searching while back on his home world following the renouncing of his rank and position to rediscover his place in the universe. As painful as it had been to venture into the depths of the universe, that is where Elan knew he needed to be. Maybe, just maybe, somewhere out there on one of the worlds orbiting one of those sparkling specks of light he would be able to find a cure for his beloved Amber.
Here, alone beneath an imaginary starlit sky, surrounded by the dancing shadows, the Oltharian had once again poured his soul into his music as he allowed his thoughts and memories to venture into another place, another time. Silently the Oltharian Engineer hoped that these training exercises would enable the crew of the ANUBIS to gain the skills and experience needed to succeed in whatever mission they would set out on and maybe, just maybe, return with something that would change the giant’s life forever.
--==(/\)==--
Francois Charette {f_charette@hotmail.com}
Lieutenant Elan Talak Fairborn
Chief Engineering Officer
USS ANUBIS
And
Robotics Engineering Officer
NEW ALEXANDRIA
"Inner Exploration"
[Previous Post Sabrina’s "Training"]
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"This is the journey you've always been destined to take."
-Kai Opaka
Setting: NEW ALEXANDRIA, Section H, Level 8, Training Holodeck 1
Stardate: 63070.2100
For the last 10 hours or so the Oltharian giant had made his way through some of the most difficult rocky terrain he could have ever imagined. His strength and size had proven to be an immeasurable asset as he climbed his way over towering walls of stones or found ways to bridge what had seemed to be countless bottomless ravines.
Used to the 35 hours days of his home world of OLTHAR PRIME, Elan had been somewhat disappointed when the light of the sun had vanished below the horizon to plunge everything in an eerie darkness, thus halting his progress. After having gathered whatever twigs and dried leaves which laid about to create a campfire the Oltharian Engineer selected a spot where he would be able to lean back to rest. Having confirmed that the campfire had been strong, the Engineering officer delicately drew a small silver cylinder from his shirt pocket.
Admiral Koneki had allowed each member of the ANUBIS’ crew to bring a single item. Most had selected a tool that would help them in their quest to reach the mission’s objective, but Elan had elected to bring something to help him in his never ending personal journey of self discovery; his flute.
The Oltharian held the small musical instrument with the utmost of care and reverence as his white eyes drew on what little flickering light the fire offered to scrutinize the cylinder and lose himself in his thoughts.
--==(/\)==--
(Insert funky FLASHBACK music)
Setting: OLTHAR PRIME, Gardens outside of the Council of Elders
"Uncle," a young boy sniffled as he tried his best to hold back his tears. "I'm sorry."
"It is alright Elan," a middle aged man dressed in religious robes said as he lowered himself onto a single knee. "Not everyone is meant to become a member of the Religious Circle, and even less to join the ranks of the Klaj~Ra'Shall. Yours is a different path."
"But I want to be with you Uncle Bardef," the young boy forcefully admitted. "I want to belong to the Religious Circle."
The robed man smiled down at the teary young boy as he placed a caring hand on the child's shoulder. "There is a universe of difference between what we want and what we have to do Elan, one day you may come to understand this."
--==(/\)==--
Setting: NEW ALEXANDRIA, Section H, Level 8, Training Holodeck 1
Stardate: 63070.2145
On only rare occasions had the Oltharian played his flute outside of the seclusion of his quarters after his graduation from Starfleet Academy. The small metallic musical instrument which seemed to vanished into nothingness while inside the massive hands of the giant had always help a particular significance to Elan, the enchanting and almost mystical music that it created reflecting the composer's most intimate feelings. This type of music had always been meant, as per the teachings of the Religious Circle, to only be shared with those whom the player had special and even intimate feelings for.
As a Cadet though the Oltharian had challenged this belief passed down from generation to generation and had used the music to help him stay in touch with the heritage that he had left back on OLTHAR PRIME. Having been the first of his kind to venture beyond the confines of the planetary system they knew as home, going against all they he had been taught about their place in the universe, Elan had not been a stranger to challenging his people's ways. Even though the music had been shared, very few Cadets had been able to claim to having heard the giant play the small silvery instrument, but those who could had always said the same thing about the sounds that filled the air they had shared with Elan at that time - purely emotional.
After his graduation from the Academy and his first mission onboard another Intel ship, the significance of the music had returned to its intended meaning when Elan had allowed Lt. Cmdr. Amber Satori to be in his quarters while he played. She had interrupted one of the Olthairan's private sessions and after much convincing, Elan had found it impossible to resist the woman's charms and accepted to continue playing with her there.
On that one fateful night a great many things had changed for the Olthairan, not the least of which had been his own personal understanding of the universe that extended all around them. The woman who then held the position of Chief for the Observation and Surveillance Centre on that ship had made her way into the giant's mind long before then, but it had taken time for her to find her way into the giant's heart. Time seemed to come to a complete stop while he played for her, watching Amber's eyes follow each and every movement he made with an intensity that he could not understand or cared to. She enjoyed the music and he in turned had enjoyed her enjoyment making the moment one that he would remember for all eternity.
Fragile and innocent as she knew Elan to be despite his colossal size and appearance, the woman whose age defied all concept of time, had not wanted to rush things making that night even more special as she watched and listened. Amber had learned long ago that life needed to be enjoyed at a slower pace, taking in each and every second and enjoying them to their fullest as they would never come again. During her years she had once enchanted another Oltharian man who in time had grown in wisdom to become leader of his world's governing body, the Council of Elders. That he had been Elan's uncle had only been a universal coincidence that both Bardef and Amber had chosen to keep from the young Oltharian who had left his home world to venture beyond the stars.
Events beyond the control of Elan had taken this woman from him, placing her in a coma from which no medical technique known to the Federation could bring her out of. On that day, the significance and melodies of the music had once again changed to reflect the giant's new found emotion - despair. It had taken the Oltharian a lot of time and soul searching while back on his home world following the renouncing of his rank and position to rediscover his place in the universe. As painful as it had been to venture into the depths of the universe, that is where Elan knew he needed to be. Maybe, just maybe, somewhere out there on one of the worlds orbiting one of those sparkling specks of light he would be able to find a cure for his beloved Amber.
Here, alone beneath an imaginary starlit sky, surrounded by the dancing shadows, the Oltharian had once again poured his soul into his music as he allowed his thoughts and memories to venture into another place, another time. Silently the Oltharian Engineer hoped that these training exercises would enable the crew of the ANUBIS to gain the skills and experience needed to succeed in whatever mission they would set out on and maybe, just maybe, return with something that would change the giant’s life forever.
--==(/\)==--
Francois Charette {f_charette@hotmail.com}
Lieutenant Elan Talak Fairborn
Chief Engineering Officer
USS ANUBIS
And
Robotics Engineering Officer
NEW ALEXANDRIA
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