ILLUMINARRPG: (7-1304) Temas Laredo

[Al Muir]

NRPG: Please note that this post starts at 1304, but lasts nearly an hour.


RPG:


Mission: Exogenesis

Day: 7

Stardate: 2446.06.07


(USS Iluminar - Deck 5 - Holodeck 1- Isolation Ward - Counselor/Bondmate  -  Temas Laredo - 1304)


“Mr. Temas, you should lay still.  Can you tell me what happened?”


The words assaulted his ears, but he couldn’t really figure them out. ~Who is this Mr. Temas? What happened to him?~


Slowly the cogs of his mind began to connect and turn. He was Temas. Temas Laredo. No Mister involved there. Then the memories began to flood back. Instinctively he reached up to his nose. No blood. His hands smelled of antiseptic. He’d been cleaned off. Looking down he noted that his shirt had been removed. As a Betazoid he was not, by nature, shy about showing his body.


He had a trim, athletic build from years of running and his chest was hairless.  He was aware that he was young, and that naked he looked his age. But with Betazoids this was simply a truth and there was no hiding it.


He looked at the woman looking at him, as if he just realized she was there. On instinct he plucked her name from her mind.


“Meradith?” he asked. Then with more conviction he said, “Meradith Grey. Excuse me, Dr. Grey.  Can I tell you what happened?  I’m not sure.”  His voice became raspy.


“Would you like a sip of water? Help your throat.” the young doctor offered.


He nodded, and attempted to be polite, “That would be nice Meradith.”


A glass of water appeared beside him from behind him. It took a lot to surprise a telepath of his ability. Whatever happened to him had an effect on his mind. He seemed… less.


Then more memories began to emerge. Pain. Loss. Disappointment. Anger. But these feelings weren’t his. They were from someone else. Somewhere else. Somewhere where time was immeasurable. In a way it was like being lost in Luma.  But she was warmth and love. This was burning hate and malevolence.


He new that time was passing, quicker than he realized. When he was able to focus again he realized that nearly an hour had passed.  Was he too late?


The Malevolence was coming closer. Reaching. One thought on its mind. Entropy. As Luma disliked entropy this thing embraced it. Almost desired it. He needed to warn… who?  Sekal? Verin?


::Luma I need you.::


He turned and looked at the doctor. Her face matched her surface thoughts of concern. He had turned his legs to stand up off the table.


“I must talk to the captain,” he said. “We are in danger.”


(reply Luma, Grey)

(posted by Al Muir)




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