Now We See Through a Glass Darkly…

[Lawliet 0]

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.”