A Thousand Stars of Gray

[Cptn Corizon 0]

The skies were full of stars, and all of them were gray. Alone in the darkness of his quarters, nearly an hour had passed. Still no word from the away team. Corizon sat stoically, legs crossed, hands to his cheeks in an idyllic pose. His eyes fluttered only slightly as thoughts and concern raced through his mind.

 

A thousand still-life images flooded though his mind, waking memories of forgotten people, places and events. So many images passed and went, fading back into gray. The intracity of the mind astonished, as the past merged with the present in a delirious photo stream of events.

 

Life. There was life. Happiness. There was happiness. Sorrow. There was sorrow. And Guilt. Everywhere he turned in his mind, guilt pervaded. In life, he had lived, and others had died. In happiness, he was happy while others were unhappy. And in sorrow, he caused such sorrow. Guilt.

 

Memories and thoughts collided in the photo stream forming a montage of events; some of which he had forgotten, others which seared his mind forever. And then they faded. Faded unto the gray dark abyss of ether that lie in the mind. The gray faded darker and the evils of the night came to play in the mind.

 

Darkness gave way to light, artificial. A man in uniform sitting before him. A monster set to play with his prey. The room had a cold, metallic feel though not a prison. Industrial complex?

 

The figment returns, Captain.