Tethra's Log

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Personal Log

Lt. Jg Tethra Shoeny

Chief Medical Officer

USS Agincourt

Stardate: 110503.13

 

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The sun’s rays pierced lightly into the vastness of the Minervan sea. Tethra allowed the currants take him for the moment; this would most likely the last time he would experience this sensation for many tides to come. He slowly absorbed the sea water into his veins through the tiny pores in his skin relishing in ecstasy that was his home. The time had come to say his final goodbyes; the Federation had assigned him to a new starship, the Agincourt it was pronounced Terran tongue. He gracefully swam towards the pristine glimmering pieces of construction that made the sub-aquatic city.

 

He swam into one of the buildings, maneuvering through the crowded corridors, making his way towards its top level. He reached the section of the building that towered out the sea; he was now in the world of the air and away from the beauty of the water. Now walking he entered an elevator and requested the top floor, the elevator empty as usual for most Minervans tried to avoid the surface as much as possible due its unfavourable conditions. The elevator doored opened at it’s destination a spacious room with a ceiling that stretched over 20 metres above Tethra’s head, and at the end of the room sat a very tall yet slim man, approximately twice the height of Tethra. His skin a majestic silver, with large eyes that looked more like black diamonds then they ever did eyes, with heavy breathing he stood dwarfing everything in sight even his desk and chair that he was just sitting at.

 

”Great Mentor Omigos” Tethra said aloud as he kneeled to the gigantic Minervan “ I have come to inform you that I will be leaving for my mission with Starfleet very shortly” Tethra slowly rose as Omigos approached him without saying a word but merely placing his hand on Tethra’s shoulder and giving a nod. Using his vague telepathy Omigos had given Tethra his long awaited approval for this mission. “Thank you great Mentor” Tethra bowed his head slightly as Omigos removed his hand.

 

“Goodluck, Tethra” Omigos quietly said as he made his way back to his seat at the other end of the room. Although this encounter was short it was all that needed to be said and all that Tethra cared about was completed at that moment he was free to carry out his mission with Starfleet and unite Minerva with some other beings and end it’s isolation for once and for all. Tethra once again entered the depths of the sea in search of the transport that would take him to Earth, the Agincourt, his future, and the future of his people.

 

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Personal Log

Lt. Jg Tethra Shoeny

Chief Medical Officer

USS Agincourt

Stardate: 110503.14

 

>Begin Log<

 

Tethra took his seat aboard the small transport that would take him into orbit so he could transfer over to one of the Federation vessels. He slowly absorbed the water into his veins relishing in the sensation he would be without for so long, although days, months, and years do not feel long for the Minervan people a single instant with out the feeling of the Minervan waters could feel like an eternity. The memories of those years in the academy flowed back to him, the constant torture of being in the foul air that filled his lungs was devastating for quite awhile. He did adjust towards the end of his academy experience, but would he have to endure the same cruelty aboard the Agincourt? Would those many months of adjustment in the academy mean anything now, would the past years working in the Federation embassy on Minerva cancel all the hard work of making his body adapt to the atmospheric conditions.

 

The transport began to move toward the surface of the ocean, as it did it drained its self of all the liquid that filled its hull. The water began to descend; Tethra’s lips unsealed themselves as he started to breathe in the air that increasingly grew around him. Absorbing the very last bit he could before it had depleted itself in the entirety, the final blast of water he had inhaled through his pores bloated his body in away that made him appear as though he had a similar proportions to most other species instead of the normally slim Minervan structure. The water slowly leaked out of him, an experience just as thrilling as the original absorption. He sat there looking out the window next to him, and the disappearing ocean below him.

 

The Federation vessel appeared into view, an Aquinas class it appeared to be. This would be the ship that would take him back to Earth, a place he had not seen in a few years. The transport docked with the vessel and Tethra made his way towards the hatch with the very few belongings he had. The hatch opened the officers there to greet him looked wide eyed apparently shocked that he was not wearing clothing, something he could never understand all clothes did was slow your speeds in the water. He nodded to all the officers and allowed them to guide him towards his temporary quarters for the voyage towards Earth and the Agincourt.

 

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Personal Log

Lt. (jg) Tethra Shoeny

Chief Medical Officer

USS Agincourt

Stardate: 110503.16

 

>Begin Log<

 

The Earth peered up through the window of the ship that took him there. The deep blue of its ocean sparking in the glimmer of its sun, He stood as he was ordered to the transporter room and made his way towards the Transporter room to be transferred to Starfleet headquarters. The crew this time did not stare as he walked down the corridor they had become accustomed to him and his radical appearance over the two week voyage they had shared together, his help in sickbay during a pirate raid helped him earn praise among the ranks of the vessel.

 

He nodded to the captain of the ship who had joined to wish him goodbye. “May the tides guide you great captain” Tethra said as he bowed his head towards her. She wished him equal gratitude and goodbye as he stepped onto the transport PADD and was beamed to Starfleet headquarters. His body shimmered to a transporter room in the headquarters an Admiral was there to greet him, but most of the greeting consisted of a handshake and a brief of his new mission and the class of vessel the Agincourt was. A ship of war Tethra silently thought to himself as the Admiral gave his description, being from a culture that consisted mainly on a pacifist ideal this would be quite an adjustment but with his assignment in medical it would not be so bad he was there to save lives not take them away.

 

The Admiral gave him a PADD with the ship’s specifications, mainly those about sickbay which he had been eager to look at. “Thank you Admiral” Tethra said to the Admiral in a strangely human manner as he shook his hand and entered his temporary quarters. His eyes widen as he saw the hydro-chamber where a bed would normally be, he no longer had to use a bathtub to get his rest. He looked over at the sign that this would be the one that would be transferred to his quarters on the Agincourt and the water it was filled with was chemically identical to that of Minervan waters. Perhaps this mission should not be so bad Tethra though as he rubbed the glass of the chamber, one of these had not been supplied to him in his academy days, and had the feeling over being a home away from home.

 

Outside the window of the quarters he had a beautiful view of the San Francisco harbour. This would only last for a day, the Agincourt was set to launch tomorrow but he thought it alright to take one last dip in a true ocean environment before truly adjusting to the Starfleet life. He dove into the Harbour although the sensation very much unlike that he felt in his home water it was enough to make him feel at ease that no matter how far he got from home, he still had the chance to swim in a true ocean.

 

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Personal Log

Lt.(Jg) Tethra Shoeny

Chief Medical Officer

USS Agincourt

Stardate: 110505.10

 

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The clear liquid splashed into Tethra’s face and absorbed into his pores, the sensation was greatly needed after the busy moments with in the confines of the usual peace that occurred in sickbay. It had felt like the center of a whirlpool, all things coming and going colliding with each other as they went through. The normally rational mind on the Minervan taken back by the excitement, so much for a being who does everything with the greatest amount of patience to be presented with at a single instant. Even the other members of the staff appeared to move as organized headless chickens.

 

The feel of death wafting itself through the room, only those around the taste often enough have the senses acute enough to detect it, the somber faces of the mourners that had arrived earlier not expecting to learn of the loss of their comrade in arms. The instruments that were once believed to contain life were now proving to be ineffective, the webbed digits had failed in their duty, something that all doctors must experience at some point but the sting of failure when your mission always so critical is nothing less then horrid.

 

Water now poured from his left fist which was tightly clenched, as the water poured the grip loosened, the pain inflicted faded as the liquid rolled down the drain. He was now ready for duty, these next moments that lie ahead may warrant another cleansing but such pessimistic thoughts were only harmful. Fins stretched out for an instant before he went back to Levy to prepare for the next phase of their shared destiny.

 

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Personal Log

Lt. (Jg) Tethra Shoeny

Assisant Medical Officer

USS Agincourt

Stardate: 110505.13

 

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His light green leg slid gently into the chamber that held his precious Minervan water. The sensation grew even greater as he traveled further and further from his precious homeland. This mission gave him an awkward feeling that many his age were greatly unaccustomed to, where the minutes seemed to feel more like decades. The time cycles he had experienced on Minerva now a distant memory and the sensation of this lukewarm chamber was the only thing that truly made those memories feel like the present.

 

As the water slowly absorbed through his porous skin, he drifted into a meditative state back into his memories where he was back in the great oceans of Minerva. The waves take him anywhere they want, he does not care for the sensation of the rushing water all alongside unlike any experience he could feel away from his native the land. The meditation, made it seem as though he were back at home for another hundred years even though he had only been in his chamber for a short hour. The lid opened and he re-entered the painful reality, his skin dry as though he not been in any water for it all stayed with him beneath the surface so he could keep the connection to his homeland until the next meditation cycle.

 

He put back on his uniform, it was still uncomfortable as it had always been. The surface lay in discomfort though inside his heart was being warmed with his homeland, so it the surface did not matter for he found his peace within.

 

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Personal Log

Lt. (Jg) Tethra Shoeny

Chief Medical Officer

USS Agincourt

Stardate: 110505.13

 

>Begin Log<

 

The large dark eyes peered down at that PADD which contained the file on Ensign Levy, a crewmember who in the short time that he had known her, he had felt a special bond to her. He could sense the compressed aggression that she had for him when he had confronted her earlier on the issue of the mishandled plant. Why had she had such feelings, why was it that humans could even contain such emotions. Such concepts remained alien to him, he would require some time with her in private to observe. The PADD was gently placed on the desk and his body rose from the chair in which he sat. This ship, with it’s cold sterile appearance had some warmth to it, what it was perhaps could be found with in Levy.

 

The pitter patter of feet that echoed within the depths of the vessel could also be what gave it a warmth; a touch a life among the non-living. The slight vibrations felt through the floor paneling gave quite a strange sensation. This ship was beginning to become his second home, even though it would not replace his true home, Minerva, it shall suffice until he can fully embrace the soothing waters. He would come to make great friends, this was sure, alien but for sure.

 

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Tightropes

 

Personal Log

Lt. (Jg) Tethra Shoeny

Medical Officer

USS Agincourt

Stardate: 110507.01

 

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Tethra distanced himself from the rest of the medical crew and took a seat on a rather uncomfortable stool on the far side of the centre. He took a rather large breath knowing his distance, they had just performed a miracle, or so the others had thought. Tethra could not help but feel overwhelmed at how close he had come to revealing his secret, to pouring his very being into the cure to boost its strength. Thankfully the second attempt was successful so he need not compromise the great Minervan secret.

 

The tight rope he had managed to balance upon appeared to be ancient cordage beginning to fray; each little strand of spun “gomuti” fibers slowly tearing itself apart. The tightrope slowly beginning to wobble; trying make him fall into the obis of failure. For now he has maintained control but how much longer would be able to secure this delicate balance between Starfleet and his peoples, it had already forced him to resign his position of chief.

 

He slowly rose himself and replicated a glass of water for himself. Slowly absorbing the liquid he allowed himself to enter a state similar to the Buddhist description of nirvana. For this brief moment there was no Starfleet, there was no Minerva, there was no secrets, only him and tranquility.

 

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Personal Log

Lt. (Jg) Tethra Shoeny

Medical Officer

USS Agincourt

Stardate: 110507.11

 

>Begin Log<

 

Tethra now back on the ship was in an odd state of mind. They had only performed moderate success in their mission and in their profession moderate did not grant such leeway as other professions did. Their failure to achieve perfection cost the lives of many on that planet, the failure to find a universal cure. Most of the other species say that a universal cure doesn’t exist; perhaps they are right the chemistries varying between each life-form even so minute can change the reaction of the medicines greatly from person to person, from species to species.

 

Tethra probed through the small and confining corridors of the plated vessel deemed the Agincourt. Even though slowly the feelings were coming, he couldn’t help but see death on every corner. Everyone who he passed on his grim watch was someone who would someday die. Death had always been an alien concept to Tethra, a great rarity of the planet of Minerva. When death had occurred on Minerva it was a far different concept than what happened with the other species of Starfleet for their minds and thoughts always existed in the water, and were easily tapped through an absorption of the fine waters that were all around them.

 

In essence death was merely the destruction of the body rather than an actually death of the mind. The death on Starfleet was vastly different, when one died they were simply gone, there was no more. Some believe that they go somewhere else and that when you die you join them, but even so after death one can not easily reach out and communicate like how they do in Minerva. Death also only occurred with rare accidents and even rarer was the death of old age and of sickness, he had not lived long enough to see someone die of such things. Only one Minervan had even perished during his lifetime, he was unsure how but he felt the presence in the water the moment it had happened.

 

Another thing that had perplexed Tethra was the concept of notifying loved ones of a death having occurred. When one passes on every Minervan is aware the very instant it happens so it is not something that is even thought about being talked about. This lack of knowing the safety of your loved ones was enough to frighten any Minervan used to the fine network connecting every mind together. Having witnessed death of the other species first hand far more than once, he was beginning to become numb to the entire process something was beginning to scare him…

 

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Personal Log

Lt.(jg) Tethra Shoeny

Medical Officer

USS Agincourt

Stardate: 110509.17

 

>Begin Log<

 

Panic all around him as he managed to scramble from the main hall with a forced shove of one of the Security officers… or was it a marine, he hadn’t the time to truly check the colour of the uniform. After exiting the main hall he was only introduced to a large mob of people attempting to flee the building, and large pieces of debris falling from the ceiling. With his light figure he couldn’t but be shoved about the crowd unable to truly attain a sense of direction by with blind hope that it was towards an exit.

 

The only good fortune he had received in these seemingly hour long seconds of panic was an advantage he gained from his grand height over the other beings in the crowd. Over their heads he saw the glorious sight of daylight, if he could make it for a few moments longer he would be safe, and with the rest of the crew. The exit growing more and more close with each second… and then some over anxious members in the crowd force him down as they trample on towards the exit.

 

Time had slowed down and appeared to move as a slide show as he looked up to what might be his last sight, as large pieces of the ceiling came down over top of him, and some others in the crowd… and all goes black…

 

>End<