Meditation

[Savros 0]

Lieutenant (J.G.) Savros meditated quietly in his quarters. There had been little time in the past week for meditation and his mind needed to be purged again of emotion.

Thoughts swirled in his mind like the chaos of chicken soup as one human had put it. The delicate plan to restore the planetary balance from the harmful particulate matter had been approved and would be presented shortly to the Klingon High Command. They really had little choice in the matter. If they chose not to act, their planet would choke itself for lack of ozone till the animal and plant life recovered. Unaided, this could take a millennia. By then, who knows what could have happened.

Root beer had been unpleasant and had provoked a gag reflex. In spite of this, Abe had offered him another mug of root beer. He liked Lt (J.G) Kas, but found his mind disorganized with random thoughts and an uncontrolled obsession for root beer. If only he could share with him his passion for order.

 

The science department had not yet had sufficient time to unify. Lt Poldara came across as a hands-off manager, so he did not know whether she would personally approve of the plan to remove the particulate matter in the atmosphere. If she did not, it could mean a reprimand. If that happened, he would have to request a meeting with her and her supervisor, presumably the new XO, Commander Baalyo. That meeting could not be expected to be pleasant… And what of Lt Xiang? Savros had seen him so rarely as to barely know of his existence. It would have been nice to have another voice at the table. Then at least, it would be Lt Xiang speaking with the Engineering Chief.

 

The idea of a warrior race puzzled him again. There was always a need for competition for limited resources, and most species had warriors, but a race dedicated to war? Klingons did have other castes, but these were not well known. They were not known for their achievements in science, engineering, medical, architecture, mining (except for Praxis), or any other non military pursuit. It is no wonder the Founders manipulated them so easily.

Savros paused in his meditation. He needed again to compartmentalize his thoughts on the future. If he failed, he could affect it in some way as to alter its natural course. He inhaled deeply the vapors of the candle and focused his mind. His thoughts moved swiftly back into the storage areas allotted. They would surface when they were needed, but not before.