ILLUMINARRPG: (4-1311) Temas Laredo and Luma of the Lenai

[Al Muir]

Mission:  For Honor

Day: 4

Stardate: 2446.04.28


(USS Illuminar - Deck 5 - Counseling Office - Counselor/Bondmate - Temas Laredo and Luma of the Lenai - 1311)


Temas sat on the comfortable sofa in the office that Captain Sekal had assigned to him. Alaya Hammons had even assigned him some crewmen as, for lack of a better term, clients.   It kept him a little busier than just sitting around waiting for Luma to need him.


He had been sitting, reading a report he received on the progress of Sam Jones. He had been doing so well during their time together on Earth, but something had happened recently that had sent the poor man on a downward spiral, setting his therapy back weeks.


The next thing he knew the ship rocked and Temas was dumped on the floor.


::Luma, what’s going on?::


Around the ship, the telepathic scream of Luma cut through the ship as the explosion damaged the ship that was essentially her body.  Luma was wrenched from her introspection and gossip with the crewmembers, her small ones, that she wasn’t paying much attention. This was a diplomatic mission, not a war brawl. Nothing should be damaging her, or her skin.

::The shuttle was bad, and the tractors pushed it away, but the systems were not fast enough. Luma was not paying attention! Is supposed to be the safes here! Luma’s Temas will go and deal with this and Luma will imprison those who damaged her skin in the time out shuttle. If Our Sienna were here, Luma’s skin wouldn’t be hurt!::

Under the angry words, Temas could feel that Luma was in terrible pain. There was no painkiller invented for a telepathic non-corporeal alien that inhabited the ship. Damage hurt, hurt and continued to hurt and then hurt more during repairs.  Luma knew this cycle. She could leave the skin for short times while it had planned upgrades, but she knew that leaving the skin while they were in what must now be hostile space was not going to work. And Temas, as well as every other psionic being on the ship would be subjected to Luma’s disgust and displeasure as endured the repairs. A side effect of constant exposure to Luma had brought out the marginally empathic on the ship.

No, no one was going to be sleeping comfortably on the Illuminar tonight. Unless they were a psi-null like Bohb.


Temas took in all of the telepathic input. He soaked in the pain and shock, guarding the other telepaths, somewhat, from the full blast of her anger and confusion. They were going to feel it, but he used his abilities as a buffer.


Through it all he was able to piece together the circumstances behind Luma’s pain. She had replayed the events in her mind. He saw the Klingon shuttle. Then he winced as it exploded, feeling it tear into the flesh of the ship.


A moment later he could see, through Luma’s eyes, the extent of the damage.  For the most part the damage was cosmetic.  But the area around the shuttlebay entry way definitely had some structural damage. He could only liken it to severe burns and some broken bones.


He could also see where it could have been far worse if the Klingon ship had been further in the bay. He gave silent praise to the Goddess for the actions of Andy Taylor.


The next step for him was to figure out how to minimize the pain Luma is feeling now, and will feel during the repairs to Luma’s skin. He did have an idea that might not require her to evacuate the Illuminar for the LAC container Bohb had devised.


::Luma, my office has holo emitters. Let me talk to you. I may have an idea to help you.::


Luma materialized in the confines of the office, her snowflake form but on a much smaller scale, twisting and dancing in the air before Temas.


::Luma’s Temas will go make the fixes and inform Luma who should be puts in the times-out shuttle. And Luma wants her Sekal.::  Luma’s mental voice grated with the pain that the ship was in. Most of the ones aboard didn’t seem to comprehend that Luma in pain wasn’t a good situation for the ship. There was also the consideration that this was not an emergency situation, there was no battle, and Luma had nothing to occupy herself with.


Temas smiled at the crystalline form of Luma but he could feel her dilemma, her uncertainty of why the ship was damaged.  But behind it all he could sense the ache she was feeling from the damage at the shuttle bay.  He closed his eyes and reached out to Luma.  Temas had been learning about how touch telepathy worked with Vulcans and how their neural connections joined to share information, or even pain.


Using that he reached for Luma with his mind.  He found her pain and began to wrap his mind around it so that they could share it.  Pain came through their connection and he could feel it in his side.  A burning throbbing pain.  ::A pain shared is more easily handled.  Allow me to help you with this Luma.::


Luma gave herself over to Temas, letting him surround her, helping her to handle the psychic pain of her small ones being hurt, of the embrace of entropy that would come from deaths, of which Luma was unsure if there had been.  Then there was the physical pain from the ship being rent asunder and the need for repair. There was no such thing as anesthesia for Luma.

:: Will our Temas go to the injured small ones and make sure that they will not embrace the entropy? Luma is not allowed in the sickbay without permission.:: Luma didn’t understand the restrictions that the other small ones insisted on, what they called privacy. Luma needed to know that the personnel that were under her care would survive. Nothing  hit the ship harder than death to the people that she considered her own.


::Luma is afraid, our Temas.:: Another reason that Luma required a bondmate.


Temas was starting to feel the ache of the repairs happening through Luma.  He could also feel her sadness and fear.  It was a profound fear, not for herself but for those who had been hurt.  Dying was such a difficult concept for Luma.  She did not exist in a linear timeline, so death had a different concept.  Entropy, she called it.


Entropy; the unavailability of a system's thermal energy for conversion into mechanical work, often interpreted as the degree of disorder or randomness in the system.  Another definition would have been a lack of predictability or order, gradually moving towards disorder.  Both described Luma’s fear of those injured would become do disordered that they would simply cease to be.  In the linear time of most species, death was simply an inevitability.  For Luma, time could move to where everyone was still alive, and she had trouble holding onto the fact that most species were incapable of even considering that.


He closed his eyes and reached out through the ship until he touched the minds of the injured.  In each and everyone of them he could stll feel that spark of life.  He opened to Luma and shared that spark with her.


::I do not see us losing anyone to entropy today, my Luma.  However, as soon as I see Bohb, I will go to sickbay and see if I can help down there.  I’ll stay connected with you so you can hear everthing.::


Calmness seemed to answer Temas. He had a plan, and no small ones would cease to be. She could nestle in that thought and sent Temas a brief burst of emotions. Relief, calm, clarity. Her small ones were going to be fine and so was the skin.



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