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Chirakis

...and this never happened.

...and this never happened.

Dr. Pavilion, Captain Chirakis

 

Chirakis shrugged off her bondmate’s farewell. If her death came, it came—a simple concept. She would be here, then she would be no more. She had more important issues to tend to, and she would continue until she could no more.

 

Her concern lay with the station, the Warren, the Tsinghua, and Aegis’ fighters, whose personnel had no idea when, or even if, they would return to normal phase. Mithraan High Elder Danu had offered their fleet to Aegis’ service—a welcome addition to the defenses. She and her people had everything to gain. If the Alien Alliance succeeded, every civilization in the quadrant would be at risk. The Alien Alliance would stop at nothing.

 

Bay Chief Basser and his crew were rushing to ready what fighters remained. Drakkor was always ready, and if Kirel did not survive, d’Ka could man her. Aegean and the two Aegean Class ships at the shipyard either were, or would be, ready. Missouri and her fighters were in place. How much of Nero’s mining consortium and their defense force survived the chroniton bomb was unknown.

 

Sequestered in her office, Captain Ramson held council with an unknown ally, leaving CnC in the capable hands of Commander Coleridge. For her part, Kirel simultaneously monitored the tactical display, listened to a strategic discussion, and attempted to convince her bondmate that if the Federation and the Joint Allied Powers were to survive, now would be the time to intervene.

 

Then, without warning, she felt something cut through her brain. Excruciating pain slashed from her neck to her forehead, then ricocheted several times from one side to the other, twisting and contorting her thoughts as it searched for a place to rest and explode. Kirel’s face paled as her head spun. Beings she had never seen, languages she had never heard, rolled into an overload of information, confusing and debilitating, and growing exponentially. Despite her greatest effort, the thoughts would not abate; they pressed on… and on… and on....

 

Kirel fought its hold by keeping her focus on the tactical display. She summoned the stamina to report, “Commander Coleridge, the alien fleet has stopped,” she said, her voice strained. “They are holding position.”

 

“What?” he replied. “Missouri hasn't engaged them yet, have they?”

 

“No,Commander, they have not. In fact, they are well short of Missouri's position.”

 

“Do you have any idea why the fleet stopped?”

 

“No idea, Commander. But the fact remains... it has stopped.” Kirel’s felt herself fading.

 

“Well, then,” the commander replied, “Let’s make the most of it.”

 

At that point her thoughts failed, her body began to slip away—melting into a mist of nothingness. Then, like a cable stretched well beyond its capability, the connection broke, and she slumped to the deck. A hand grasped her shoulder. Someone braced her back to stop her from falling, and a voice—vaguely familiar—called her name. Like the first breath taken after emerging from the womb, she gasped and looked up to familiar surroundings.

 

********

 

Mimi arrived moments after being called to the CnC and she noticed Chirakis on the deck. “Captain, are you alright?”

 

She could tell Chirakis was in distress and propped her against the nearest console, then began scanning her to determine what the problem was.

 

“Captain, I need you to try and focus on me, alright.”

 

Chirakis’ eyes widened for a moment; she looked stunned.

 

The doctor looked at Chirakis, “Captain, do you understand me? Are you alright?”

 

She blinked. “Doctor?”

 

“Yes. How bad is the pain in your head?” Mimi asked.

 

She struggled to process the information. Too many other languages, some alien to her, still clouded her thoughts for a moment, then they began to fade, and she found her voice. “The pain... is almost gone, Doctor. How did you know?”

 

Mimi held up the tricorder in her hand, “With this. The scans, even basic as they were, told me that your neural pathways were… overloaded. Also, how incoherent you were, and as pale as your face was, only helped me to figure out that you were in pain. You have to remember I’ve been on this station long enough to know such things, Captain.”

 

Kirel studied the doctor’s face for a moment, then sighed. “I suppose that would explain the headache,” she said wryly.

 

“Headache. I see. And how bad was the headache?” Mimi asked.

 

“Not bad, Doctor,” she lied. “The stress of our current situation can be… overwhelming. I should take a break. An hour, perhaps?”

 

“I agree you could use a break… and a trip to medical for a full workup just to be safe, that nothing else is wrong, if you don’t mind,” Mimi smiled.

 

“Of course, Doctor.”

 

Mimi stood up and offered Chirakis a hand to help her up.

 

As she came to a stand, Kirel found herself surprisingly well, though she still did not understand what had happened. What’s more, the memory began to fade. It was disconcerting.

 

After giving Chirakis a more thorough checkup in sick bay, Mimi had a gut feeling that there was something more as to why she fell to the deck.

 

“Captain, your scans show that everything has pretty much returned, with the exception of the headache that you have. What I don’t understand is what you were doing prior to the incident.”

 

“Frankly, Doctor,” she replied simply, “I have no idea.”

 

“Alright,” Mimi said, “What will you tell me before I release you, Captain? Don’t think I don’t know how stubborn you are or can be.”

 

“Stubborn?” The captain considered that a moment. “Opinionated, yes. Perhaps resolute. But stubborn?”

 

With a stern look, “Yes, you can be stubborn, just like every CO I have served under while on this station. So, with that being said, care to tell me what happened before I release you to duty?”

 

“Doctor, if I knew— if I could remember what happened—I would definitely tell you,” she replied. “The truth is, I have no idea. It is up to you to decide if you believe me or not.”

 

Mimi nodded, “Alright, right now the jury is out on my decision, but should you remember anything relating to you collapsing on the CnC, come tell me, please.”

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