The Emapth Song

[NDak 0]

PERSONAL LOG

Lt. (Jg.) Koshic N’Dak

ASCI USS Arcadia

Stardate 0403.02

 

>Begin Log<

 

As the translation program ran, Koshic closed his eyes. He tried to clear his mind of all the things that were running through his mind. All of the emotions the crew was having.

 

One moment, he feel hatred towards the Romulans. He would want to rip their green hearts right out of their chest. The next he would want to curl up in a ball and cry for hours. The next he would feel the pain someone feels when they loose their best friend. It was a tour de force in emotions.

 

He had to clear his mind, block them out somehow or else he would burn out. The Empath Song which was usually so calming and peaceful to him, was now a torrent of violent emotions. The normal sonata was raging bolero.

 

He concentrated deeper on his one voice. On the empty void of space. He was exhausted mentally and physically. He had been working non-stop since returning to the Arcadia. And it all seemed lost to him. A death spiral.

 

“Get a hold of yourself,” he heard himself say.

 

After a few long minutes of deep concentration, he had shut out most of the voices, and the ones left were only mere whispers. The Tidal wave of emotions suppressed for the moment.

 

As he sat their in a meditative trance, he must have slipped into a dream-sleep. He opened his eyes. He was on the Talon again, in a small room with light on him. He was laying in the floor with a knife through his hand. He tried to move but he was frozen.

 

The room blurred, he was on the Planet. A Romulan that looked like him was pointing a disruptor in his face and screaming, but no words came out.

 

The room blurred again. He was on the Talon, again. It was in a dark corridor. Long and Narrow, cold and distant. He could hear Commander Dacotah’s voice screaming for help. He ran after the voice. But the corridor extended forever. He ran for what seemed like forever, but he could never get any closer to her. Then he heard a evil cackling laugh. “Worthless th’ann! She is mine! All Mine!”

 

The room blurred again. He was on the Arcadia again, but It was different. The whole ship was dead. Lifeless, people were frozen in place. Motionless, pale and tortured. Distorted from who they were. On the view screen read the simple word “forever.” The room blurred again.

 

He was awake now, he could tell now for real. The raging bolero was back. He had sweat on his forehead. The thought about what he had just seen ran chills up his spine. His people had a saying, “Dreams teach us, they show us what can not be said.”

 

Indeed he had seen it for himself. The crew was tortured haunted by the Romulans, by their won sense of loss. They were frozen in place, distorted by pain, grief and hate.

 

He looked down at the consol; the translation algorithm wasn’t done yet. Time would heal the crews wounds. But the scar would last forever…

 

>End Log<