Personal log, personal memories.

[Kallah Ramson 0]

Personal log, Kallah Ramson.

 

My fighter is in perfect condition, suffering no ill effects from being transported clear across the galaxy. I'm concerned in how the fighters will be positioned. My tests showed valuable seconds lost in launching from Camelot and reaching Avalon. Ground launch from the planet leaves the fighters vulnerable until they reach orbit. I would really like to get Captain Sorehl's opinion on the matter but he has been busy with.... certain matters. And that worries me more than anything else.

 

End log.

 

 

Kallah turned in her chair away from the desk, glancing at her new quarters. Her eyes flittered between the boxes over to the side. Sighting the one she wanted Ramson rose from the chair. Kneeling down she opened the box, glad to see it's contents like her fighter were undamaged in transit.

 

The small stand inside was made of bright brass. She set it on the floor beside her. The candle was small and smelled of honey. She placed it into the base of the stand and lit it. The little flame licked the bottom of the cup built into the stand. With gentle care she lifted crystal stone out of the box and placed it into the small cup.

 

As the crystal warmed images formed in her mind. They were of family and home; a festival in Founders Square on Canar, a picnic by the New Sea, her little brother giving Renckly a crayon picture of the starbase. With the small tongs she lifted the warm stone from the cup. These were pleasant memories but not what she was looking for.

 

Kallah set another stone into the cup and waited for it to warm. These were the images and memories she was looking for. These were her father's memories from the war. Kallah took deep breaths as the images formed fully in her mind. She could feel the flight stick of the old Marauder class fighter in her hand as it took evasive maneuvers around exploding starships. She saw Jem'Hadar soldiers falling in droves on the sands of Canar. She felt the emotions of war from her father too; sadness at the news of HoD T'Sara's death, a tightness in the chest as D'Mysus gave the news to the Perseus' crew that Betazed had fallen, jubilation as the war finally came to an end.

 

It somehow comforted her to feel these emotions. Because, they were the same thing she felt during the recent battle. Even as decorated as her father was he still felt fear in the midst of battle but duty kept him focused. Now it was her turn and she was on the front lines. She knew inside she was ready for whatever came. She prayed though that it wouldn't.