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[Guest Lieutenant_JG_TParek]

Lieutenant (JG) T'Parek

Personal Log Entry

June 15, 2155

 

 

La'll Etek shar' lural sheikab beirjec ocus yocundi shreknal eral enen... eral enen lek'tat'...

 

Dying men see their lives flashing before their eyes before they finally meet the one unknown... the unknown of death itself...

 

- Heb, a Tellarite poet from their equivalent of the Terran Romantic period of literature

 

 

 

T'Parek had never believed in that rather archaic belief that was common to nearly every species that she had encountered. It seemed to her that such an occurrence was in reality a sham used by the great poets of various worlds to romanticize the antemortem struggle. However, in the instant following Sato's... Mirror Sato's ... cavalier declaration of the computer team's impending execution, she had an experience that changed her opinion of that little bit of legend completely. She later realized that her rising panic must have contributed to such an outpouring of irrational imagery inside her mind ... events from her life, some important, some merely special to her, each becoming more vivid and recent...

 

Her mother placing the most elementary book of the great Surak's teachings into her eager, young hands ... being taught to swim in the T'Kala Sea while visiting her second foresister ... insisting upon completing the Kahs-Wan ritual desert journey usually reserved for male children...her pilgrimage to the ancient P'Jem monastery ... her graduation from the Vulcan Science Academy ... joining the Vulcan High Command and consequent assignment to the Vulcan Consulate in San Francisco ... leaving the High Command to join the group of Syrranites living hidden on the Forge ... her service at the Andorian/Syrrinite installation... beginning her Starfleet service aboard the UES Challenger... being thrown into the alternate dimension ... inserting the data chip into the computer terminal in their Imperial Palace ... being stopped in the catacombs by the opposite of a woman who in her universe she would call friend...

 

The Vulcan scientist stared at the Empress and her guards in shock. So many times had she faced danger; so many times she had cheated Death with her inborn cunning and scientific prowess. But to die like this ... in an alternate dimension ... where her death would be meaningless ... perhaps that is why she panicked as she did ... knowing that this end would be fruitless... a pointless waste...

 

 

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