Now They are Free

[Sheng-ji 0]

Lt(jg) Sheng-ji Marish

AENG | USS Reaent

SD 0410.21

 

>Begin<

 

Leaning back into his chair on the bridge of the Hawking, Sheng-ji sighed to himself as the stars in front of him passed on the viewscreen. This has not exactly been his idea of an ideal first mission.

 

He had nearly destroyed his first assignment, and then lost it completely. Only to be left with a skeleton crew on a disserted vessel.

 

He ran his claws through his shimmering, flowing silver locks. His keen hearing could pick up al the little noises on the bridge, the very beeping of a consol, the slight shudder of a deckplate under stress of being walked on.

 

He contemplated his future. When the Hawking arrived at Starbase, there would be an investigation. People would ask questions, and then what?

 

Would he be assigned to another vessel, or would he return to Utopia Planetia? At the moment his future was very uncertain, and it disconcerting for the Young Dameon. At the 32 years old, he thought he had finally found his place in the universe, but now that had all been vanished in a few brief hours.

 

The great goddess was watching him, he was sure of that, but what did she have in mind for them, for him?

 

As he sat, absorbing the events of the past few days, he wondered where his path would take him. What the future had in store for him and the remaining crew of the USS Reaent.

 

He had not known many on the vessel that had simply disappeared, in fact he could only name a few officers. While he could tell many on the Hawking were shaken, to him, the loss had not actually hit him. Beyond the cost of lives, he felt disconnected from the crew. Like he wasn’t really part of it yet.

 

Making friends had never been something he had been able to quickly or easily, and now that opportunity wouldn’t come for sometime. He hadn’t even met his Chief, when the disaster had happened.

 

He looked back to the view screen. He hoped, and prayed, that the souls of the Reaent found there way home. He hoped that they cold find happiness, that they could find the great goddess.

 

Lowly, he repeated the ancient death rite of the Dameon.

 

“Neye eb he n’veris eb moryenua, eb lonar ye gurna, Lokmar n’derish rental, Marngho ebne yetle Vanteis. Ju n’Reanet koumar gurna. Aswena eb Morerrr Tye.”

 

(Translation: May they find the way they seek, they are far from home, overcome the dark of night, help them arise to find the sun. Lead the Reaent Home. Now they are free.)

 

He looked out the view screen and said lowly. “Now they are free.”

 

>End<