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“Demons” SnLt. Lawliet “It’s been awhile, although this is the first time we’ve meet like this.” Opening his eyes, Lawliet found Guinan sitting across the room. He realized he’d been asleep and immediately recalled everything that happened with Doctor Pavilion and Counselor Davis. As he stood up, his senses told him that something was wrong. “Guinan, how can you be here? I thought you left the station after the attack?” Lawliet asked. Offering the vacant seat next to her, Lawliet cautiously walks across the bedroom and sits down. As he looked into her eyes, he knew the truth. “Your not Guinan…I mean, you are Guinan. It’s just -“. “This is the first time we’ve meet like this.” interrupted Guinan. Knowing he was awake, Lawliet looked around…trying to make sense of what’s happening. He struggles for a moment and decides to keep the conversation going. “What happened with Doctor Pavilion and Counselor Davis?” Lawliet asked. “They let several hours ago, but I must say…I didn’t I’d ever see this side of you again. You’ve been alone for a long time.” Guinan noted. The space around them shined with a radiant glow as the scenes that transpired earlier began replaying themselves. Lawliet froze as he realizes what’s happening. “Guinan.” spoke Lawliet. “Yes.” replied Guinan. He didn’t even have to ask; he knew that she had just answered his question. Somehow, Lawliet was able to recall memories…in detail. He was listening and moving around as if it scene being played out on the holodeck. “You should be fine for the moment, but I must warn you that time is running out…” warned Guinan, “…the Demons are retuning.” In an instant, Lawliet was alone again.

Now We See Through a Glass Darkly… Joint Log: Captain Chirakis and Lieutenant Lawliet Lawliet walked into the captain’s secure quarters and noticed her by the window. Remnants of a shattered vase lay on the floor. On the table, her noon meal sat untouched. His subject stood on the opposite side of the room with her back to the door, staring out the viewport. “Excuse me Captain, may I come in?” “It seems you already have,” she remarked without turning. “True,” he replied as he looked around, “In that case, may I stay for a moment and talk? “'Tis your time. I'm not going anywhere.” Lawliet walked over to take a seat next to the standing captain. “The reason I'm here is because I've been given permission to ascertain if what you've said is true.” The captain gave a derisive snort. “With your permission,” he continued anyway, “I'd like to use my telepathic abilities to look into your memories.” “I doubt that will help.” “Will you let me try?” The captain remained silent, but a sigh indicated she was weighing her options. After a moment she turned. "Explain," she said, skeptical. “It’s hard to explain…” he began as if he were trying to find the right words, “...tell me, what was the last thing you remember prior to your gap in memory?” “I walked into the excavation site,” the captain responded as she turned to lean easily against the windowsill. “When I walked out, I was no longer on TKR-117. The stars had changed and there was a light in the distance.” She shrugged. Lawliet walked over and leaned on the opposite side of the windowsill, “I’ve been looking into relative memory. It allows me to relive moments from my past. I’m using it as a mental tool to remind me of something I might have forgotten. I could reflect the process into your own subconscious and we might be able to re-experience, to relive that memory. All that would be required of you is to reenact the final moment and the process should force following events to take shape.” She pinned him with a biting stare, shifted and moved a distance away, then turned to face him directly. “You want to reflect something into my subconscious?” He puts his hands up, “I need to keep in contact to help it along. Nothing, other than my perceptual awareness, will access your mind.” “And you want me to… relive my memory? There are no moments from my past that I care to relive.” “In this case, you’ll be experiencing them for the first time. Seeing as you don’t recall them.” Lawliet said with an honest expression. “Oh, I recall them, Lieutenant. I do not care to relive them, and I will not. I doubt you would care to relive them if you knew them. In fact… I would wager the pain would be too much for you. It is not something you will ever want to experience.” Looks at her questionably, “I was under the impression that you didn’t recall anything from what happened to you on TKR-117?” “The colony? I remember some things. Others are…” she drifted off, “...they are gone.” “Captain, I can help you remember what happened. It’s possible what ever happened to you is connected to our current situation. Unless we get to the bottom of this...you’ll have to remain under house arrest. At the very least, we might be able to prove that the person who attacked the station was not you.” She seemed to consider this, but her thoughts ended in a blank stare. “I know.” He simply stated and leaned forward, “You’re open to the world around you, but when it comes to people...you’re closed off. You want nothing to do with my telepathic abilities.” The blank stare disappeared. “Mr. Lawliet,” the captain began, pushing herself away from the windowsill, “I have no intention what-so-ever to allow you into my head, no matter what the situation. If I was responsible for the attack, then I will face the consequences. If I was not, I assure you,” her face grew stern as she paced toward him, “Mr. Roberts is very capable and will find the answer.” Lawliet smiles, “Better.” Standing within arm’s reach, she did not respond. “Look around you Captain.” He said calmly. Her glare remained. “Focus!” Snapping his fingers short of her face and raising his voice as he did it. “The Chirakis I know is strong willed, stubborn, and most of all...self reliant!” He walked around the room, picking items off the floor and tossing them around. “This is not you! If you were the real Captain Chirakis, you would use whatever you had at your disposal to end this crisis! Instead you’re in here...rotting…” He glanced around again at the pitiful state of the room. He continued, “I came here to offer you an alternative solution, but you value your privacy and I must respect that. Seeing as you will not allow me to help yourself, I must resort to the only other alternative I can think of...returning to the source. To TKR-117.” Turns to head out the door. “Good day, Lieutenant. Thank you for stopping by.”

Confidence - Joint Log: Lt Lawliet and Captain Chirakis After several minutes of standing by in the Control Tower’s Science station, the doors to Captain Chirakis’ office finally open as Commander Roberts, Commander Coleridge, and Rov walked out into Operations. Grabbing his PADD, Lt. Lawliet stood up and proceeded over to the Captain’s office, pressing the chime button. A sharp, “Come in, Lieutenant,” accompanied the door swooshing open. The captain was just turning from the conference table. “I’ve been expecting you,” she added over her shoulder as she tossed a PADD on her desk and eased into her chair, then waved him into the one opposite and gave him her full attention. Noticing the tone in her voice, Lawliet was taken back a brief step...mentally. He knew asking would more than likely result in greater hostility, so he decided to disregard it and proceed sitting down across from Chirakis. “Captain,” handing over his PADD as he spoke, “I’ve finished my investigation into the matter we discussed during our last meeting.” “Your investigation into the MS3 virus?” A quick tap silenced a beep from the console embedded in her desk and the lights in the office dimmed to a secure pale yellow as she took the PADD and began to read. “To an extent, I was able to use a recursive algorithm to reconstruct some of the data files that had been lost. I sent what medical data I recovered to Dr. Pavilion and I sifted through the rest, however…”, Lawliet looked off to the side trying to think about the implications he was about to shed light on. “...have you ever heard of Particle Synthesis?” “I have. However, if you would refresh my memory….” a hand gesture called for elaboration. Lawliet reached over to highlight a section on the PADD. “As you can see here Captain, particle synthesis was first discovered by the Voyager crew in the Delta Quadrant. It has the ability to “mimic” any material it comes in contact with. Only a modified spectral scan can detect it.” She nodded, following his illustration. “I’ve spent the last five hours scanning all the components we confiscated from the Mist Station. Nearly 60% has been manipulated using particle synthesis and according to my results…” Lawliet took a moment to breath in, “...is Federation in origin.” Captain Chirakis’ interest heightened. After a long pause, she raised her gaze from the PADD and leaned forward, choosing her words carefully. “Exactly what components are we talking about, Lieutenant? All the samples taken from the Mist Station, or those pertaining to the virus?” “Not all Captain, most of the components manipulated are standard construction material, but there were a few items that may be of some concern.” Reached over again to bring up the manifest. “Two computer processors, one manifold, and seven medical instruments.” “Just so I understand… of the samples taken from the Mist Station, 60% of them have undergone particle synthesis and appear to be Federation in origin. Within that 60% are questionable items, some of which may have been used for medical purposes?” “Correct, Captain.” “And why do you believe that these medical materials are objects of concern?” “As far as I can determine, those particular components are used in experimental medical facilities. If you want, you can cross-check with medical and get a second opinion.” “And did you collaborate with medical in your investigations, as instructed?” “Up till the point when I relayed the medical files from the Mist Station database to medical. After discovering this...I thought it best to report it up through the chain of command.” “...because of the sensitivity of the situation?” “Yes Ma’am.” A moment of considered silence ensued as she regarded him thoughtfully. She closed the PADD and handed it back to him, clearly a precursor to an extended comment. “Mr. Lawliet,” she began with considered expression, “I appreciate your caution, especially regarding all matters pertaining to Mist Station 3, and especially regarding matters pertaining to the virus. However, I believe in this case you would be safe enough discussing your findings with Dr. Pavilion and her senior staff. “You’ve been an integral part of our crew for… just over three months. Even with your extended abilities as an El Aurian I would not expect you to have come to the full understanding of our crew: whom to trust, whom not to trust. “Of course, there are those I do not trust, as is always the case with any crew. But those who have been put in high positions, such as Dr. Pavilion and her senior staff, are there for a reason, hand-picked by myself and a close group of trusted individuals. Those who came with us to Mist Station 3 are some of that group and, Mr. Lawliet. I trust them even with my life.” She took in a deep breath followed by a slow exhale while she continued to regard him with a serious, yet calm expression. “I tell you this as a preface to my order, Mr. Lawliet. Take your findings to Dr. Pavilion and her senior staff and collaborate with them to see if there is any connection between this medical equipment and the virus. Then look for any connection, no matter how minute, between this virus and the Federation and/or the allied powers. If this virus was manufactured and if it was manufactured for a purpose other than altruistic,it is imperative that the source and purpose be found. I know you understand the importance of that, especially because you felt compelled to bring your findings only to me.” Lawliet nodded at the Captain’s statement and stood to leave. “Thank you for the vote of confidence Captain. Let this advice help guide you as you may require it: When those closest to you can’t all be trusted, walk the narrow path….I know it might not make sense, but hopefully it will be of some help to you down the road.” After considering that a moment, Captain Chirakis simply nodded. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Carry on.”

After several days of examining and anylazing material from the Romulan Mist Station, Lieutenant Lawliet had finally made some progress into his investigation. Thinking back on his actions, he couldn't understand why he didn't pursue this course of action in the first place. Any Starfleet cadet would have attempted using a recursive algorithm to reconstruct data blocks that had either been lost or severly damaged right from the start. Perhaps his previous incident with attempting to break into the medical storage locker had something to do with it. At the first sign of oppertunity, he told himself, he was going to request some much needed R&R. Having sent all revelent medical data down to Doctor Pavilion, Lawliet continued to look into: operations, transport, cargo, logs...anything that could shed some light on what the rebels were up to. Of course he already knew that they were artificaly creating a virus that posed a threat only to humans, but why did they choose a virus with such little health risk to the general population? Not to mention of course, the virus in question was iradicated over two hundred years ago. He spent the next few hours reading, checking, and confirming all the material he had already collected. It was too simple. Everything was there. There was enough information to confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt that the rebels simply accuired the nessesary equipment to create a retro-virus with the hopes of infecting several Federation outposts. Perhaps his intuition was wrong, maybe they simply had a singular grudge due to the events that led to the loss of their homeworld. Leaning back in his chair, Lawliet realized the time was already past 2100 hours. With a single sigh, he got up to his feet and procceded down the corrider into a turbolift which took him to his quarters. ::Several Hours Later:: Lawliet had drifted to sleep the moment he hit the bed, only to find himself waking up in a chair. Rubbing his eyes to adjust for the lights blinding him, he looks about to find himself in a circular room. There are panels adjasent to the walls and bow. It was a bridge of a Starfleet starship, but somehow it didn't feel right. As he got to his feet, a familar voice called out. "Been a long time." Turning around, he already knew who he was about to come face to face with. Wearing her traditional El-Aurian attire, Guinan stood there as if she were waiting for him. Looking about, Lawliet asks the question: "This is not the Nexus." "Not this time. This is solution." "Solution? Solution to what?" As he spoke, three individuals beamed onto the bridge. For a moment, Lawliet was taken back a step. The Starfleet officers that had arrived were wearing the previous uniform used prior to the Dominion War. One of the officers was a Vulcan, the other two were Human. Lawliet thought it interesting how the team leader operated while having a tribal tatoo over his left eye. The Vulcan officer approched one of the display panels and began reading. "U.S.S. Dauntless. Registry: NX Zero One-A" At that moment, Lawliet finally made the connection. The Dauntless was trap concieved by an alien lifeform from the Delta Quadrent to lure the crew of the starship Voyager so he could have them assimulated by the Borg Collective. Lawliet had enough of these experinces to realize they could neither see or hear him. As they continued to press on, he turned back to Guinan. "This is the past. What does it have to do with anything what's going on now? I mean...in the present, at Aegis?" Without as much as a single word, the setting around him changed as two security offices attempted to restrain an alien lifeform from reaching what seemed to be helm control. He managed to overpower them and pull a lever which changed the material around them into what Lawliet could only imagine was his native design. The two security officers and the Vulcan were beamed away, however two human females were left behind. Walking around to get a better look, Lawliet realized the two women had to be Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine. The lifeform which had apprently abducted them began explaining his situation and how he blamed them for the destruction of his homeworld. Captain Janeway asked: "How'd you create the Starfleet bridge, holograms?" "Particle Synthesis. Beyond your understanding." said the alien with a smug complextion. It was only at this moment did Lawliet realize what he sensed when he first arrive. The "particle synthesis" was masking the true nature of the ship. This is how the crew of Voyager nearly feel for the trap. Looking back towards Guinan, she simple smiled as the bridge around them faded into nothing. With a fright, Lawliet sat up in his bed with a horrible revelation. Putting his uniform back on, he ran back to the Science Lab to run his new theory. Thirty minutes later, Lawliet had managed to have one of the components confiscated from the Mist Station brought up to the lab for testing. Having accessed the Starfleet database, he found the files containing the information collected from Voyager concerning Particle Synthesis. Putting the component through the spectural scanner, the test revealed the component was masking the original makeup of the material used to construct it. Cross checking with the database, Lawliet managed to identify the origin of the components. "My god..." Refusing to belive it, Lawliet ran the spectural scan on several additional components. Each of them came to the same conclusion. Lawliet's worse fears, perhaps everyone's worst fears were coming to light. Lieutenant Lawliet Assistant Science Officer Sky Harbor Aegis

May have only been for a second, but it was well worth it. (Can anyone photoshop this so both he and I are in Starfleet uniforms?)

Listeners - Log by Captain Chirakis and Lt.(jg) Lawliet As the doors slide open, Lt. Lawliet cautiously walks through the threshold into the Captain’s Ready Room. As he approaches Captain Chirakis’ desk, the doors behind him slide close; making him feel trapped. He stops just short and looks up to face the Captain in the eye. “Forgive the intrusion Captain, but I was hoping you might have a moment?” “Of course, Lieutenant. Please.” She gestured to the chair next to him and took a relaxed posture behind her desk. “Tell me,” talking as he sat down, “do you know why my people are referred to as the ‘Race of Listeners?” Leaning back in her chair, she rested her hands easily in her lap. “I had heard that phrase used, but am not quite certain of its meaning. I suppose you ask because there may be a meaning beyond telepathic ability?” “Where other species explore to gain knowledge, my people sought to preserve it. When it came to our own culture, we felt privileged for what we knew and believed in it’s continuity.” Lawliet took this moment to look down and reflect on his life. The captain sat for a moment, as though either processing this or expecting more. Finally she leaned forward. “And what, exactly does that mean, Mr. Lawliet?” “I assume,” wrapping his arms on the Captain’s desk, “you're fully aware of the implications why my people came to the Alpha Quadrant in the first place.” “Refresh my memory.” Lawliet gives a regretful sigh, “Approximately one-hundred-thirty years ago, my homeworld was lost to the Borg Collective. It’s unclear how many of us escaped or at the very least, how many of us survived.” Gives off a pale complexion. He slides out of his chair and walks over to the viewport where he can see much of the Aegis’ shipping lanes. “After we were in the clear, speculations were made. Many questioned the existing knowledge of the incursion. These speculations lead to distrust...” turns around to face the Captain, “...and eventually to fear.” “And this affects you how?” “Captain, our pride was our own ignorance. While we tend not to consider it, the truth is we were responsible for our loss.” The expression on his face was the appearance of someone who was ashamed for everything he was. Kirel watched him a long minute then broke the silence. “Mr. Lawliet, I fail to see how this pertains to our mission.” He regains what compose he has before sitting down and continuing the conversation, “This has nothing to do with the concept of either gaining or preservation, but the sharing of knowledge. On their deathbeds, El-Aurians confided what they preserved to anyone of their choosing. It was considered one of the greatest honors of my people.” He points through the bulkhead where the Conference Room is, “Back there, I asked you what evidence suggested the presence of terrorist activity and you calmly brushed it aside.” He puts his hand up. “I know you have your orders and I’m not here to force the issue, but I’m old enough to realize when someone is withholding information from me.” The captain looked thoughtful as he spoke his last and sighed a bit as she said, “I wasn’t aware I ‘brushed aside’ anything, Mr. Lawliet. If it appeared that way, perhaps I should have explained further. However, I am prepared to explain now. “The Mist Station was abandoned by the Rihan Star Empire long ago and has been sitting there, almost begging someone to take it over, for nearly a hundred years. Frankly, I am surprised it survived that long before someone found it. Not that the property is prime, but the location and the possible amenities left there would make it desirable. “All that aside, the ‘someone’ we believe has taken it may be the the same ‘someones’ who attacked and took over Aegis while we were away planet-hunting. We have enough evidence that suggests, mind you,” she emphasized with a raised finger of caution, “suggests they are using the base. “Now, if this is true, our mission is indeed going to be dangerous. Those who took over Aegis were ruthless, self-serving, and extremely capable. Their armaments were effective enough to inflict considerable damage not only on the station but on the heavily-armed and protected Revenge and Starfleet’s newest, most formidable Akira class starship, USS Missouri. Data retrieved from fragments left in the debris field lead us to believe that they have sources that can furnish them just about anything they desire, plus the financing to obtain it. “Now, if that is not true and it’s either not being used at all or being used by, say,” she gestured vaguely with one hand, “a miner getting what he could out of the asteroid belt much as they do in this sector, then we have nothing to worry about. However, with the safety of the crew in the balance, I choose to err on the side of caution.” Lawliet takes this in for a moment before proceeding, “While I do appreciate the clarity, the reason I came to talk to you still stands. I know of nothing of either who or what, but I would like to offer you that which I preserved after the Borg Collective assimilated my homeworld. Not because you’re my commanding officer, but because I believe it will serve you best in the days to come.” “And that would be that your race was the cause of its own destruction?” “No, I just wanted you to know how serious I was before saying what I felt needed to be said: The greatest harm, can come from the best of intentions.” With no expression on his face, the Lieutenant just stared his Captain in the eye. The captain met his gaze and nodded. “Will there be anything else, Lieutenant?” Lawliet stands from his chair and looks down at the Captain, “No Ma’am, and I again apologize for the interruption.” “No apology necessary, Mr. Lawliet. However, if you will excuse me, I have some preparations to make.” “Of course Captain, I’ll be in Astrometrics with Commander Ferretti.”

Silver Merit Award Stardate 1211.02 Ensign Lawliet Assistant Science Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis 2130 Hours, Aegis Relative "Coming Storm" (4) "Why have you brought me here again?" Lawliet stood on the familiar shoreline, with the sun setting over the horizion. Although it felt as real as it did last time, he knew everything around him was a false image. He was about to walk away, before an old friend stood in his path. "This place is for you. I have no influence over what I cannot control." Guinan spoke with a calm composure. Lawliet knew well where he was. In this place, where nothing was true, and everything was permitted. Few thought, that the cosmic string that traveled through the cosmos, was simply acting as a doorway into our own imaginations. Nothing was limitless. Lawliet knew this wasn't the case. Traces of temperal energy form the ribbon still lay dormant his genetic code, effectivly slowing his internal clock to a hault. Or was it? "You said...if I didn't manage to control it, the result would become unkown." He turned around to see Guinan crouched down by the water's edge; watching the small fish swim about. "I said nothing. It was you who came to that conclusion." Never faulting her gaze. "That's what happened. I fell victum to the Nexus." "No. You fell victum to the confines of the universe. What you hold within you has no constrictions." Guinan slowly raises to her feet and begins to walk off. Lawliet waited for a moment, and started to walk after her. They continued to talk for a few minutes before arriving at the homestead that was Lawliet's prior to the incursion. As they both took a seat on the front pourch, Guinan continued with the conversation. "What you felt prior to returning here, was what one might reffer to the echos of the past. In this place, time has no meaning...and neither do you." "So, what your trying to tell me is: I can look into the past?" "Not only the past, but the future as well. You should also tread carefully. The essance of the lifeforce present in those times will also carry to you as well." Lawliet looked out into the metropolis skyline of his home. That was what happened in his quarters. He was recieving images and feelings from the attack. This was something he had to look further into. "The time is close at hand now." Lawliet turned to Guinan who was looking up into the sky. He turned his gaze to find a black cloud creeping over the land. As he stood, Guinan grabed his arm. "If you don't act soon, someone else will make the decision for you." Before Lawliet could question his old friend, the dark void of the cloud consumed the entire of the world and all he could do was listen. Listen to any familiar sound. There was none. ::END::

Duty Log, Stardate 1210.08 Lawliet Assistant Science Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis 1337 Hours, Aegis Relative "Silver Lining" (3) Three days had passed since the Massune "incident." Unlike most of the crew, Ensign Lawliet managed to sleep through the past few nights with little or no trouble at all. His experiences with the Borg Collective, at least in his mind, helped prepare him to become both mentally and psychologically prepared for events such as these. While the rest of the Revenge and Aegean crews continued with repairs, Lawliet spent no spare time in trying to get to the bottom of this puzzle. After viewing and reviewing the data collected, he could only confirm that Massune had indeed been intact only a few days before their initial arrival. Although Starfleet records pointed to the fact that Massune was uninhabited, sub-structures were clearly built across the planet. Lawliet searched the entire database forwards and backwards looking for anything that was similar to this...he found a few interesting points, but nothing conclusive. The Chain of Command wanted answers and he had little or none to give. He could only speculate at this point. It was at this point Lawliet took on a notion that might help him in his endeavors. Arranging some personal time, he proceeded to the nearest holodeck to begin running a most intriguing program. "Computer, Extrapolate all relative data on Sir Author Conan Doles' character Sherlock Holmes and enable interactive mode. Setting: Earth, London, Circa 1890 A.D., 221B Baker Street." "Acknowledged, Enter when ready." ::End Log::

Personal Log, Supplemental Lawliet Assistant Science Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis 0730 Hours, Aegis Relative "Unknown Possibilities..." (2) It's been nearly twenty-five years...I thought, or at the vary least hoped, that those days were far behind me. At first it always seems so real. The smells, the noices, and the vary touch of things...than I realize what has happened. All I want to do is leave, because it isn't real: -"It's been a long time." Guinan says with a small smile upon her face. -"Wha...how are you here? I was with you not a few months ago." -"As I once explained to an old friend; I'm a echo of the person you know." Thinking back to that final day of the Lakul, he could remember what it felt like to be pulled away from what seemed like a dream. Looking around and final back at his old friend who merly gazed upon him with both sympathy and kindness. -"Your not real." Lawliet said with a stern look across his face. -"I'm as real as I've always been. A part of me exists here as another part exists out there." Guinan points away to nothing in particular. -"Is this what this is? I'm linked to the part of me that exists within the Nexus?" -"No," Guinan began, "you are different from the rest of us. While the Nexus kept parts of the rest here, you took part of the Nexus out there." Guinan pointing again. -"...The temporal energy. The subatomic particles preventing me from getting older." -"Again, no. While it's true that the Nexus is keeping you alive, it's also allowing you to act an a conduit. In time you will find that you are capable of so much more." Having taken a step back, Lawliet was at a lose for words. What did that mean? What was he capable of? The Nexus permitted the manipulation of time and space. Nothing was out of reach, but if that were true why could he not control it? Much less feel it. After taking a moment to let it set in, Lawliet came back up to Guinan who was now standing by a window. -"What will this mean? What will happen to me if I pursue this?" Guinan turns around and glares into his eyes with a sense of caution. -"If you do not pursue this, everything you know may come to an end." -"What...what do you mean? If I can't use it, how will it become dangerous?" Lawliet was now in a panic. -"Let me show you something that will help you put things in perspective..." By touching his shoulder, the space around him turn to a bright light only to fade away as soon as it appeared. He was in what looked like a court room. Looking over to the center of the room, he notices two men talking to each other. One was wearing a Starfleet uniform...Lawliet recognized him. That was Jean-Luc Picard and the man across from him... As fast as he could, Lawliet raised his hand only to be held back by Guinan. -"Relax, what you are seeing is something that has long since passed." Lowering his hand, Lawliet turns his attention back to Picard and Q conversing: -"We wanted to see if you had the ability to expand your mind and your horizons and for one brief moment you did." Stated Q. -"When I realized the paradox." Picard responded. -"Exactly. For that one fraction of a second, you were open to options you'd never considered. That is the mission of exploration that awaits you...not mapping stars and studying nebula, but charting the unknown possibilities of existence." The scene fades away and Lawliet turns back to Guinan with a sense of revelation and fear. He looks back up into her eyes. -"If I don't control it..." -"It may vary well control you and there is no telling what will happen." ::End Log::

Personal Log, Stardate 2387.0614 Lawliet Assistant Science Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis 2020 Hours, Aegis Relative Settling In (1) There are times I find myself still in awe over the surprises the universe has in store for us. One would think that someone with my experience would know just about every trick in the book...they would be wrong. It's only been a week since my arrival on Aegis and I find myself almost overwhelmed with its complexity. I'm still having trouble navigating the corridors, not to mention remembering where everything is located. Luckily I've been keeping on hand the PADD given to me by Fisher during my visit to the Control Tower where I was greeted by Captain Chirakis. Over the years I've come across many individuals who manage to remain fair minded to cover personal struggle when introducing themselves; Captain Chirakis may be the most fair minded women I've ever met. I can only assume what she had to go through during the Bajorian Occupation. During my duty-hours over the past several days, I've been familiarizing myself with Aegis' Sensor and Astrometric Database. I figured it would be wise to have a firm grasp on my surroundings before the return of my Department Chief who is currently on an away mission. She should arrive tomorrow night. I've been asking around and it seems she's mostly Betazed; unfortunately for she will find it difficult to read my mind as most telepaths I encounter seem to have a trouble reading my thoughts and sensing my feelings. Maybe it has to do something with my people, maybe it has something to do with what happened back on the S.S. Lakul...one can only guess. When ever I'm off-duty, I find myself either in Midway or in my Quarters. Having lived on Earth for the past few decades, I've become founded by early 21st Century literature. At the moment I'm reading a book called "Blood of the Fold" by Terry Goodkind. Never have I read anything with so much detail and complexity...much like what I'm going through right now. Other than that life aboard the station seems relatively simple, but somethings telling me it won't be that way for long. ::End Log::

Name: Lawliet Rank: Commander Current Post: Sky Harbor Aegis Current Assignment: Chief Science Officer Species: El-Aurian Place of Birth: El-Aurian Homeworld, Delta Quadrant Date of Birth: 2237 (Exact Date Unknown) Height: 1.8m (5'10") Weight: 75kg (165 lbs) Hair: Brown Eyes: Green Distinguishing Marks: None Relatives: Ni'ven, Father (Deceased*); Lunia, Mother (Deceased*) In the early 23rd Century, Ni'ven and Lunia gave birth to their first son Lawliet. The year was 2237. Little is known about Lawliet's childhood. When asked for specific details, Lawliet could only provide vague details. This information is an unfortunate result of an incident that traumatized him and threatened his civilization: The Borg Collective. According to Starfleet records, the prolonged lifespan of El-Aurains had a direct correlation with their culture. The El-Aurains saw themselves as scholars. Known for their tendency to "listen," El-Aurains collected vast amounts of information rather through discovery or personal experience. These "stories," as they were come to be called, were passed on from generation to generation in order to preserve the "existence" of life. The El-Aurains had little, or no interest, in confrontations with other species. It is believed that their little concern for caution is what led to the assimilation of their homeworld. Shortly after his sixteenth birthday, Lawliet was awoken in the middle of the night by the sounds of explosions and screaming. Quickly getting dressed, Lawliet took to the streets to find the night sky illuminated by the raging fires from below. Not entirely certain of the events that transpired around him, Lawliet took off toward the nearby spaceport. As he ran, he could hear the shouts of phaser fire and screaming. Not soon after did a defining roar fill the night sky as a Borg Cube took position over the capital. Quickly turning to look back the way he came, Borg drones began to materialize as far as the eye could see. With no means to defend himself, Lawliet carried on the spaceport only to find it surrounded by tactical drones. The bay doors where the only thing preventing the Borg from gaining access. Using the underground waste system to his advantage, Lawliet managed to bypass the Borg perimeter and make his way into the complex where he then took advantage of the chaos to sneak aboard the starship S.S. Lakul. Nearly twenty ships managed escape the planets atmosphere...only two made it through the Borg Blockade. The year was 2253. Lawliet would spend the next forty years in despair as he became a refugee. No one cared how he had managed to sneak aboard, the only thing that mattered was their will to survive. While a few gave pity on him, Lawliet retreated within himself until that one day. The day that would live inside him...forever. Along with it's sister ship, the Lakul was caught in a temporal phenomenon that lured him and the remaining refugees into what has only been described as "pure joy." What Lawliet experienced remains a mystery to this day as he and forty-six other passengers were transported aboard the newly commissioned U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-B under the command of Captain John Harriman. After his experience with what is now know today as the "Nexus," Lawliet began to put his life back together. The year was 2293. Lawliet would spend the next ninety-four years in study and council, looking for answers which he has never fully disclosed. Prior to joining Starfleet Academy, medical examinations revealed traces of temporal energy at the sub-atomic level throughout his body. It is believed due to his "younger" age from the rest of the refugees aboard the Lakul, Lawliet's biochemistry was affected by the Nexus' temporal energy. So far, the only affect is the "suspension" of metastasizing. While most experts claim Lawliet will more than likely live far longer than average, even for his own people, some theorize he may even continue to live indefinitely. To this day, Lawliet has never spoken of his experience within the Nexus. The year is 2387. Lawliet is 150 years-old. *(It is unknown rather Lawliet's parents survived the assimilation of their homeworld. Based on gathered reports from survivors, his parents were on assignment on the other side of the planet at the time of the incident.) _________________ Psychological Profile Annual Review Lawliet, Midshipman (Report is pending on arrival to first duty assignment.)

Hello Everyone, My name is Chad and just a little over a month ago I got back from my year long deployment to Afghanistan. This, however, was my second deployment over the past five years; first beeing in Iraq. Since joining the U.S. Army back in 2007, I havn't had much time to be active in any Star Trek based sims. So I'd like this oppertunity to say, "Hello and I've missed you." I hope to have fun and seeing you guys later in the Academy. Lawliet Cadet Starfleet Academy