134-USS ANUBIS: Rikar: Day 4 - 1055 ("Where")
Posted by Sabrina on Thursday, May 13, 2010
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" Where "
(Previous Post was Craig's "Wondering With One Purpose")
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63073.1055
The young woman stood in the middle of the ANUBIS' command deck… face-to-face with a memory that she had never expected to ever meet in this manner. As much as Rikar knew that the most impossible things were theoretically able to come true given certain specific circumstances, *this* impossibility had been well beyond the realm of events that could come to pass… or so the redheaded woman had believed up until now.
"Come on Sabrina," the raven hair woman playfully grinned. "Smile a little… You look like you're looking at a ghost."
"I am," Rikar replied in a rather puzzled manner. "In a matter of speaking that is… for you to be a ghost you would have to have been alive at one point in time."
"That hurts… that truly hurts... a lot… I was far more than a figment of your imagination my dear Sabrina… a lot more… that you liked it or not..."
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Scene: A dark void, somewhere in the middle of nowhere
Time Index: Many years ago, maybe
The young woman gazed with mixed interest at what appeared to be an endless black void… no stars… no shapes… nothing stood out from the smooth blackness to help her figure out where she was… but the strangest part of it all was that as curious as she might have been, she knew, deep inside of her, that it really didn't matter.
"Who… are… you?" A gentle ancient voice, coming from no particular location, asked.
"Am I dead?" Rikar questioned in return, her voice carrying no hints of fear or concern to her own surprise.
"What is the last thing you remember?" The voice countered, sounding like it held the wisdom of the universe in each of the syllable spoken.
The young woman thought for a moment… she clearly remembered the stinging coldness biting at every extremity of her body, yet now she felt nothing… no numbing cold… no pain… not even the loneliness that had saddened her very soul. Actually, the more she tried to remember where the cold had originated from, the more the memory seemed to slip between her fingers as if she had been trying to hold on to water with her bare hands.
"I… I can't remember… I was cold… very cold… and alone… I think… but I can't remember why."
"Then maybe you are dead."
"But I am here… wherever here is." Rikar said with more mental clarity than she had felt in a long while.
"Clever girl," the voice joyfully said as a single light, as faint as a distant star emerged from the absolute darkness that surrounded her.
Instinctively, Rikar headed for that light, and as unreachable as it had first appeared to be she knew that with each step she grew closer to something… something that she had no reason to fear.
"Where am I?" She asked, as the light grew larger… closer… even if her feet didn't move at all. The simple idea of ‘wanting' to be closer to the light seemed enough to bring her to it… or it to her… without any other point of reference she couldn't tell.
"Where is a good question… but I think *who* is a better one."
"Who?" Rikar repeated.
"Yes… Who are you?" For the first time, the young woman could see the form to which the voice belonged. An elderly humanoid man who appeared well in the later days of his time yet radiated an energy that hinted to him being much… much older.
Puzzlement swept over Rikar as she once again tried to answer this simplistic question to no avail. Like the memory of the cold that had enveloped her, her own identity seemed to slip right through her fingers in spite of her efforts to remember.
"Why can't I remember?" The young woman asked, more out of sadness than frustration.
"You are trying to remember the wrong thing… I am asking you *who* you are." The aged man lovingly said, sounding as if he had been talking to one of his children.
"That's what I am trying to remember… isn't it?"
"You are trying to remember a name… not the person who *had* that name." The man explained echoing the wisdom of the universe in his every word.
The young woman thought for a moment at what had been said, trying as best she could to understand the meaning of it all. Her name *was* her… wasn't it? Didn't it represent all that she was?
"What do you remember?" He asked, his gentle voice embracing the young woman like a warm blanket.
"Friends… people… smiles and tears… it's all so vague now…"
"That's alright… those are the important things."
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Sabrina Jones (sabrina_sweet@hotmail.com)
Captain Sabrina Rikar
Commanding Officer
USS ANUBIS, NCC-18501
"We are Grey, we stand between the Candle and the Star, between the Darkness and the Light"
-Entilza Delenn, Babylon 5
" Where "
(Previous Post was Craig's "Wondering With One Purpose")
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63073.1055
The young woman stood in the middle of the ANUBIS' command deck… face-to-face with a memory that she had never expected to ever meet in this manner. As much as Rikar knew that the most impossible things were theoretically able to come true given certain specific circumstances, *this* impossibility had been well beyond the realm of events that could come to pass… or so the redheaded woman had believed up until now.
"Come on Sabrina," the raven hair woman playfully grinned. "Smile a little… You look like you're looking at a ghost."
"I am," Rikar replied in a rather puzzled manner. "In a matter of speaking that is… for you to be a ghost you would have to have been alive at one point in time."
"That hurts… that truly hurts... a lot… I was far more than a figment of your imagination my dear Sabrina… a lot more… that you liked it or not..."
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Scene: A dark void, somewhere in the middle of nowhere
Time Index: Many years ago, maybe
The young woman gazed with mixed interest at what appeared to be an endless black void… no stars… no shapes… nothing stood out from the smooth blackness to help her figure out where she was… but the strangest part of it all was that as curious as she might have been, she knew, deep inside of her, that it really didn't matter.
"Who… are… you?" A gentle ancient voice, coming from no particular location, asked.
"Am I dead?" Rikar questioned in return, her voice carrying no hints of fear or concern to her own surprise.
"What is the last thing you remember?" The voice countered, sounding like it held the wisdom of the universe in each of the syllable spoken.
The young woman thought for a moment… she clearly remembered the stinging coldness biting at every extremity of her body, yet now she felt nothing… no numbing cold… no pain… not even the loneliness that had saddened her very soul. Actually, the more she tried to remember where the cold had originated from, the more the memory seemed to slip between her fingers as if she had been trying to hold on to water with her bare hands.
"I… I can't remember… I was cold… very cold… and alone… I think… but I can't remember why."
"Then maybe you are dead."
"But I am here… wherever here is." Rikar said with more mental clarity than she had felt in a long while.
"Clever girl," the voice joyfully said as a single light, as faint as a distant star emerged from the absolute darkness that surrounded her.
Instinctively, Rikar headed for that light, and as unreachable as it had first appeared to be she knew that with each step she grew closer to something… something that she had no reason to fear.
"Where am I?" She asked, as the light grew larger… closer… even if her feet didn't move at all. The simple idea of ‘wanting' to be closer to the light seemed enough to bring her to it… or it to her… without any other point of reference she couldn't tell.
"Where is a good question… but I think *who* is a better one."
"Who?" Rikar repeated.
"Yes… Who are you?" For the first time, the young woman could see the form to which the voice belonged. An elderly humanoid man who appeared well in the later days of his time yet radiated an energy that hinted to him being much… much older.
Puzzlement swept over Rikar as she once again tried to answer this simplistic question to no avail. Like the memory of the cold that had enveloped her, her own identity seemed to slip right through her fingers in spite of her efforts to remember.
"Why can't I remember?" The young woman asked, more out of sadness than frustration.
"You are trying to remember the wrong thing… I am asking you *who* you are." The aged man lovingly said, sounding as if he had been talking to one of his children.
"That's what I am trying to remember… isn't it?"
"You are trying to remember a name… not the person who *had* that name." The man explained echoing the wisdom of the universe in his every word.
The young woman thought for a moment at what had been said, trying as best she could to understand the meaning of it all. Her name *was* her… wasn't it? Didn't it represent all that she was?
"What do you remember?" He asked, his gentle voice embracing the young woman like a warm blanket.
"Friends… people… smiles and tears… it's all so vague now…"
"That's alright… those are the important things."
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Sabrina Jones (sabrina_sweet@hotmail.com)
Captain Sabrina Rikar
Commanding Officer
USS ANUBIS, NCC-18501
"We are Grey, we stand between the Candle and the Star, between the Darkness and the Light"
-Entilza Delenn, Babylon 5
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