Post by Michelle Aekalu on Jul 7, 2014 5:04:11 GMT
part 1
The stylus wavered a few inches over the glowing display on the otherwise clean wooden desktop. It was a seamless display, a clear polymer over a razor thin display element. When off, it was a wooden desk but when needed multiple adjustable displays could render on the top millimeter of the surface.
“Just sign the form!” The exasperated woman rubbed her temples.
The stylus hovered and withdrew. Somewhere over the southern Korean pennensula, Counselor Andrel Tae deactivated the hovering stylus which set itself cleanly on the table next to the display with a calm beep. It made the exasperated woman glare hatefully at it, given the lack of options in the otherwise empty office. It was just the desk, a small framed and off center picture of the good Doctor and his kids, the chair she was sitting in and the stylus. She poured her hatred and frustration into the stylus while rubbing her temples and wishing she were telekenetic.
“I’m going to need to hear it again.”
She looked up at the ceiling of the room and gasped. “Oh for imirrhlhhse shulh. What part.”
“All of it, I’m afraid.”
She glared again, harder this time. Daehp aei ishæ'elh. Daehp aei ishæ'elh. The desk in flames. She rubbed her forehead with her palm, her long brownish black hair almost concealing her face entirely. “It was just like in the Admiral’s report,…”
* * * * * * *
Admiral Vensholn opened the door and walked into the room, his security escort of two following him. Two more security officers from the station stood on either side of the prisoner trying their best to look rigidly imposing. They were each close to two meters and near 100 kilos, which he supposed was just about sufficient for this particular prisoner.
He set his data padd on the table and sat across from the prisoner. His personal guard took positions behind him mirroring that of the prisoners guards. The intelligence officer of the Celestial leaned against the wall looking kind of smug and creepy the way intel officers usually looked. He looked over at the prisoner. She had long dark brown hair, almost black, tied in a tight tail behind her. Her eyes were an unusual mixture of tan and green underneath thin pointed eyebrows matching her thinly pointed ears. A high forehead complimented by soft cheekbones and a slightly angular jaw gave her a youthful appearance. That in turn was enhanced by her size, one point five nine meters according to the file on his padd and she must have had rocks in her pockets even to reach the meager 52 kilos it accorded her. She wore a duty coverall common to Vulcan officers and her arms were clamped together at the wrist by two kilos of durasteel.
He looked over at her and tapped the recording device on the padd. “Commander re’Ael Aekalu, you stand accused of assaulting your commanding officer.”
“More than accused I’d say,” the intel officer sneered, “you shot him on the bridge in plain sight of twenty officers.”
Vensholn turned his head. “One of us in this room is an Admiral, lieutenant.” He drew the last word out by way of warning, looking back at the Romulan woman while the intel officer leaned back against the wall scowling. “Start at the beginning, re’Ael.”
“Michelle, I prefer Michelle.” She said collecting herself. “And if you truly want to understand, the beginning is twenty years ago.”
The Admiral merely raised a brow, and a bit to her surprise, nodded for her to continue.
“I was in my final year of primary school on Aprios Archaea IV, a farm world at the far end of the Empire,…”
* * * * * * *
“I think we can skip this part, re’Ael,…” Doctor Tar said from somewhere over Korea.
“If you are making me tell this again, you fvadt ehsiu get to listen to all of it.” She growled, staring at the stylus once more.
* * * * * * *
re’Ael ran with the other kids towards the smoking wreckage in the fields. It was irresistible, a ship fallen from the sky crashing in plain view. They had to go see it. The had been sent home early that day with clear instructions to go straight home and not to tarry. It hadn’t been like the holos at all, no explosion. The craft had come down slowly and slid into the ground throwing up more dirt than smoke. Its shields must have still been functional she surmised as she sprinted trying to keep up with the taller kids.
Torval reached it first pointing and looking back at the other three as he walked along the side of the ship. As big as a house and half driven into Farmer Kejrek’s fields, the ship looked to be on its side. A fact confirmed a few seconds later as a hatch slid open. A haggard looking man with a head wound peeked out, raised his weapon and fired at something on the other side of the ship. Whatever it was fired back and energy bolts slammed against the hull.
The two runners closest to re’Ael turned and fled immediately. A pair of equally disheveled men joined the first firing. The first tried to make a jump for their side of the ship and was shot in the back, slumping over the side, his weapon clattering along the hull to land with a soft thud at Toval’s feet.
Re’Ael screamed at him, “Don’t, Torval, no!!” But he had already picked up the weapon.
A centurion came around the crumpled bow of the ship as re’Ael sprinted forward. He shouted something at Torval, re’Ael shouted at him again. But Torval turned holding the gun, the centurion fired hitting him in the chest and knocking him back. One of the ones from the ship in turn fired at the centurion, missing but making him lean tightly to the hull. re’Ael arrived at her friends side, to see him staring lifelessly at the sky, the gun still in his hand. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she looked at the centurion in despair and anger. He was her friend, who always laughed the hardest and ran the fastest.
The centurion sneered and laughed. Looked her straight in the eyes and laughed at her loss.
One of the things Torvin had been so very good at was sensing re’Ael’s temper and heading her off before it got the best of her. She had always been quick to anger and short on sense as her grandmother often put it. And it helped having someone who wasn’t the second smallest in class to back her up. Now nobody would be there to back her up.
The centurion chuckled and sneered again, taking another shot at the two men trapped on the topside of the shuttle. Re’Ael picked the gun out of Torvin’s hands, pointed and fired. It was one smooth movement and before the centurion even knew he was in danger he slipped to the earth dead. The two men topside saw thier opening and ran, back the way Torvin and re’Ael had come. re’Ael dropped the disruptor and ran home.
The stylus wavered a few inches over the glowing display on the otherwise clean wooden desktop. It was a seamless display, a clear polymer over a razor thin display element. When off, it was a wooden desk but when needed multiple adjustable displays could render on the top millimeter of the surface.
“Just sign the form!” The exasperated woman rubbed her temples.
The stylus hovered and withdrew. Somewhere over the southern Korean pennensula, Counselor Andrel Tae deactivated the hovering stylus which set itself cleanly on the table next to the display with a calm beep. It made the exasperated woman glare hatefully at it, given the lack of options in the otherwise empty office. It was just the desk, a small framed and off center picture of the good Doctor and his kids, the chair she was sitting in and the stylus. She poured her hatred and frustration into the stylus while rubbing her temples and wishing she were telekenetic.
“I’m going to need to hear it again.”
She looked up at the ceiling of the room and gasped. “Oh for imirrhlhhse shulh. What part.”
“All of it, I’m afraid.”
She glared again, harder this time. Daehp aei ishæ'elh. Daehp aei ishæ'elh. The desk in flames. She rubbed her forehead with her palm, her long brownish black hair almost concealing her face entirely. “It was just like in the Admiral’s report,…”
* * * * * * *
Admiral Vensholn opened the door and walked into the room, his security escort of two following him. Two more security officers from the station stood on either side of the prisoner trying their best to look rigidly imposing. They were each close to two meters and near 100 kilos, which he supposed was just about sufficient for this particular prisoner.
He set his data padd on the table and sat across from the prisoner. His personal guard took positions behind him mirroring that of the prisoners guards. The intelligence officer of the Celestial leaned against the wall looking kind of smug and creepy the way intel officers usually looked. He looked over at the prisoner. She had long dark brown hair, almost black, tied in a tight tail behind her. Her eyes were an unusual mixture of tan and green underneath thin pointed eyebrows matching her thinly pointed ears. A high forehead complimented by soft cheekbones and a slightly angular jaw gave her a youthful appearance. That in turn was enhanced by her size, one point five nine meters according to the file on his padd and she must have had rocks in her pockets even to reach the meager 52 kilos it accorded her. She wore a duty coverall common to Vulcan officers and her arms were clamped together at the wrist by two kilos of durasteel.
He looked over at her and tapped the recording device on the padd. “Commander re’Ael Aekalu, you stand accused of assaulting your commanding officer.”
“More than accused I’d say,” the intel officer sneered, “you shot him on the bridge in plain sight of twenty officers.”
Vensholn turned his head. “One of us in this room is an Admiral, lieutenant.” He drew the last word out by way of warning, looking back at the Romulan woman while the intel officer leaned back against the wall scowling. “Start at the beginning, re’Ael.”
“Michelle, I prefer Michelle.” She said collecting herself. “And if you truly want to understand, the beginning is twenty years ago.”
The Admiral merely raised a brow, and a bit to her surprise, nodded for her to continue.
“I was in my final year of primary school on Aprios Archaea IV, a farm world at the far end of the Empire,…”
* * * * * * *
“I think we can skip this part, re’Ael,…” Doctor Tar said from somewhere over Korea.
“If you are making me tell this again, you fvadt ehsiu get to listen to all of it.” She growled, staring at the stylus once more.
* * * * * * *
re’Ael ran with the other kids towards the smoking wreckage in the fields. It was irresistible, a ship fallen from the sky crashing in plain view. They had to go see it. The had been sent home early that day with clear instructions to go straight home and not to tarry. It hadn’t been like the holos at all, no explosion. The craft had come down slowly and slid into the ground throwing up more dirt than smoke. Its shields must have still been functional she surmised as she sprinted trying to keep up with the taller kids.
Torval reached it first pointing and looking back at the other three as he walked along the side of the ship. As big as a house and half driven into Farmer Kejrek’s fields, the ship looked to be on its side. A fact confirmed a few seconds later as a hatch slid open. A haggard looking man with a head wound peeked out, raised his weapon and fired at something on the other side of the ship. Whatever it was fired back and energy bolts slammed against the hull.
The two runners closest to re’Ael turned and fled immediately. A pair of equally disheveled men joined the first firing. The first tried to make a jump for their side of the ship and was shot in the back, slumping over the side, his weapon clattering along the hull to land with a soft thud at Toval’s feet.
Re’Ael screamed at him, “Don’t, Torval, no!!” But he had already picked up the weapon.
A centurion came around the crumpled bow of the ship as re’Ael sprinted forward. He shouted something at Torval, re’Ael shouted at him again. But Torval turned holding the gun, the centurion fired hitting him in the chest and knocking him back. One of the ones from the ship in turn fired at the centurion, missing but making him lean tightly to the hull. re’Ael arrived at her friends side, to see him staring lifelessly at the sky, the gun still in his hand. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she looked at the centurion in despair and anger. He was her friend, who always laughed the hardest and ran the fastest.
The centurion sneered and laughed. Looked her straight in the eyes and laughed at her loss.
One of the things Torvin had been so very good at was sensing re’Ael’s temper and heading her off before it got the best of her. She had always been quick to anger and short on sense as her grandmother often put it. And it helped having someone who wasn’t the second smallest in class to back her up. Now nobody would be there to back her up.
The centurion chuckled and sneered again, taking another shot at the two men trapped on the topside of the shuttle. Re’Ael picked the gun out of Torvin’s hands, pointed and fired. It was one smooth movement and before the centurion even knew he was in danger he slipped to the earth dead. The two men topside saw thier opening and ran, back the way Torvin and re’Ael had come. re’Ael dropped the disruptor and ran home.
