A life with Direction, Finally

[NDak 0]

Erei’Riov Destorie N’Dak

CSEC | RES Talon

SD 0411.24

 

>Begin<

 

N’Dak sat on a bio-bed in the medical bay, having his arm looked at by a maenek. He had luckily na been contaminated by exposure to those wretched blob creatures hrrau the planet, but his arm had been frozen to his side in the mêlée on the surface in the Rihan vessel.

 

The Meanek, who N’Dak did na recognize—which in itself was a surprise considering the number of times he had been rhea the medical bay—looked over the arm with displeasure.

 

“Au D’Heno’s…” the young maenek sighed softly. “Au never learn do au?”

 

N’Dak, in a somewhat better mood than usual—mostly due to plain killers the wise maenek had given him—smiled slightly. “Na we do na, Maenek.”

 

The Maenek, who N’Dak heard called tr’Klhyer, continued working on N’Dak’s frozen arm, unthawing it. “Au should thank the elements that it is only f’rost bite.”

 

“So au are a priestess now as well?” N’Dak jeered.

 

tr’Khlyer frowned at him. “I was trying to have some semblance of conversation with au, I see however the rumors of au brutishness were na exaggerated.”

 

The statement seemed to please N’Dak. “Brutishness, Ie?”

 

She nodded as she continued to work on his arm, which was now beginning to return to it’s normal range of motion and color.

 

“I have read au file,” she said, starting to regenerate some of the yy’a skin. “Au have been rhea Maenek bay almost as often as au have been in the br’tehh, which is to say, often na?.”

 

He arched an eyebrow, now showing his own displeasure at the forwardness of this maenek. “Perhaps au should consider aur place before au make such a comment again.”

 

She rolled her eyes at him, although her position at the time allowed her to do so with out being noticed. “Forgive me, rehhkai. It was na my place.”

 

“Of course,” he said, in a manner that we would never use towards his own underlings. “Au are still yet young, au will learn.”

 

Again she rolled her eyes and continued to work on the yy’a flesh. “Au will regain full use of au arm,” she said a few moments of silence later. “However, au will have a small scar running along au arm where the skin was to far yy’a to regenerate it.”

 

He scoffed lowly. “What is another scar for the Empire…”

 

“Excuse me?” she countered.

 

“Na thing…”

 

She let the matter go and continued working. “Au will have to go easy with au arm for several days until the flesh has fully healed itself.”

 

He nodded his understanding.

 

A few moments later she placed the tools on the cart, then tapped something into an ISD, she looked him over and ran her medical multi-corder over him once more. “Au are cleared,” she said, reaching to the cart for a small container. “This is a mild sedative to allow au to sleep without fear of rolling onto au arm. You will experience some soreness with it, but nothing a D’Heno can na tolerate. Return in thi days to have au arm looked at again to make sure infection has na set-in. Untill then, Erei’Riov, au are free to leave.”

 

N’Dak nodded grateful to be free of the maenek bay with as little contact as possible, and made his way out of the room and headed towards his quarters to change uniforms. He planned on having the io he had on spaced or disrupted to get any memory of that cursed planet out of his sight forever.

 

He felt the Talon lurch to warp. They had been called off to some other corner of the Empire. He didn’t need a mission briefing to know that.

 

Walking down the long corridors of the Talon, he knew that this is where he belonged, even if sometimes it looked as if he had been cursed by the Elements.

 

There would be much fallout following the final reporting of the Mission, he himself witnessed that, despite his best efforts, his department had been unprepared for a full scale engagement. The blame, he knew, would come down on him the hardest—it always had—and he expected na less.

 

But there was no time to sulk and despair, there was much work to do. A new mission to prepare for, casualty reports to finalize, a final report for t’Rexan, and a bit of house cleaning that had been neglected for far to long.

 

Finally, N’Dak had direction in his life. The last few months had humbled him and brought him back down to ch’Rihan. Now with a renewed fervor, he embraced all that the elements had in store for him. Despite all the gloom and yy’a around him—things were beginning to look up for the Rihan who has just weeks before set in a cell contemplating yy’aing himself.

 

>End Log<

Edited November 25, 2004 by NDak