Meditation

[Nemesis 0]

PERSONAL LOG

Ensign Nemesis

ASCI USS Arcadia

Star date 0311.24

 

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Sitting in a deep meditation Nemesis could see his home world as though he were actually sitting in it’s mossy jungles, he could feel, hear, and even taste his surroundings the things he missed for 11 years. He swung through the trees towards the capital city of Velga, built in the center of the jungle climbing high into the trees wrapping around them with large windows in every section of the magnificent city, but as Nemesis came near the tree he just grabbed hold of vanished and he began to fall steadily towards the ground below. Everything turned a darkish gray as the jungle disappeared and all what was left was what felt like a pit. Nemesis somehow ended his trek on the floor of what looked like one of the mines he had seen in books as a child also the large Monkien marines tracing the corridors knocking over what seemed to be the Dupron slaves who were obvisiousily malnourished, dirty, and went through many horrors in their life. One of the slaves looked at directly at Nemesis with an expression of pure hatred, and disgust.

 

Nemesis eyes jolted open as he sat in one of the P’Jem therapy room with a Vulcan doctor standing over top of him quietly. Nemesis just stood in silence as the doctor began to talk with a complete lack of emotion “Your next meditation appointment will be tomorrow at the same time and room, you may go now” The Vulcan continued with notes as Nemesis rose and left the therapy room reflecting on what had just happened in his meditation…

 

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