Reflections

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Reflections

 

Ensign Ron Lunn

Assistant Engineer

USS Agincourt, NCC-81762

 

It was dark in the small quarters. Ron lay in bed asleep. He mumbled under his breath in his sleep, his body jumped and twitched every few seconds as his muscles quickly tensed and relaxed, and his body was covered in a layer of sweat. He suddenly snapped awake, kicking the blankets off him in the process of sitting bolt upright. He took a few deep breaths, his chest heaving up and down. He ran a hand through his damp hair and then whipped some sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm. He pressed his hands down on his mattress as he lowered his head and sighed. It was like this almost every night now, he couldn’t sleep. He’d wake up in this agitated state, sweating and out of breath, and most times he couldn’t even remember the dream, just an overwhelming sense that he there was something very important that he had to do.

 

He pushed himself over to the edge of his bed and took his time standing up. His eyes were adjusted to the dark and he could see fine as he stood and made his way to the bathroom. He ran warm water and placed his hands under it as he looked at himself in the mirror. He cupped his hands and they filled with water as he bent and splashed the water over his face, taking a moment to letting the clean feeling comfort him. He turned the water off and stared into his dark reflection in the mirror. Suddenly he became aware of a strange feeling. The room had somehow changed, although it was the same, there was an odd glow. He looked around and saw that the walls shimmered a bit. Then out of the corner of his eye he realized something, his reflection hadn’t changed, it was as if he was still staring into the mirror. He looked into his own eyes in the mirror, but they weren’t his. The person in the mirror looked like him, but as Ron backed away from the sink the reflection remained, still leaning over the sink and staring into the mirror. Ron changed step and walked back towards the sink as he moved in close to the mirror, his nose almost touching it.

 

“Prophets...” the figure in the mirror hissed. Ron flew backwards, doing a somersault from fright. “The prison must live... The Lost must find himself…” He launched himself back to his feet but the room had returned to normal, and the reflection in the mirror now followed him as normal.

 

He took a few deep breaths, “Computer: time?”

 

“The time is 0400 hours,” the ship’s computer responded. His shift started in a couple hours, and there was no way he would get to sleep after what had just happened. He figured he might as well get prepared for his shift, he had a dinner date with Mia as well, he just hopped he wouldn’t be too tired during it.

 

He continued on as though nothing had happened. He functioned as if he were denying things to himself, denying the dreams and visions, not wanting to believe any of it as real. He showed up early for duty and performed his task with talent. He went back to his quarters at the end of his shift and changed into his casual clothes for the date, then headed off to Mia’s, trying to remind himself that he wasn’t really that tired.

 

(Break: See Ron and Mia’s Joint log which should be sent soon)

 

3 Days later

 

Ron sat by the computer in his quarters, tapping the control panel while he leaned back in his chair in contemplation. He had been having more visions of the same nature, less intense the one three day ago in his bathroom, but still as frightening. The computer signaled, “Incoming message: Prylar Ker.

 

“Put it through,” Ron ordered as he sat up in his chair to look at the computer screen.

 

A Bajoran man popped up on the screen wearing orange robes. “Mr. Ron Lunn, I’m assuming, son of Narmina Baryl?” The man looked to be of average height, he had dark hair that was worn fairly short, and had bright green eyes. He gave an air of intelligence that said he was a well learned Prylar, probably a theologian. He sat upright with proper posture and looked as if he were striking a pose for a picture, but a smile in the corner of his mouth and a spark in his eye said he wasn’t a stern Prylar.

 

“And son of James Lunn,” Ron added. “Did you get the message that I sent to Bajor?”

 

Prylar Ker nodded his head, “Yes, I did. They sent it to me here at my temple on the Starbase. I find it… intriguing. Obviously the Prophets are trying to send you some sort of message, you should listen more closely, pay attention for signs to figure out what they’re trying to say.”

 

Ron looked confused, “The Prophets? But the wormhole closed, contact with the Prophets was cut off.”

 

Prylar Ker smiled and it made him look older than he was, “Just because the Celestial Temple has closed doesn’t mean the Prophets have left us. Echoes of the Prophets still travel throughout the universe. Wherever their hand was laid they leave a mark, an echo. You’re probably picking up one of those echoes, for some reason one of them is purposely coming to you. The Prophets are calling you to action, you must do your duty as a Bajoran.”

 

“I’m Human,” Ron quickly shot back. “I don’t believe in the Prophets.”

 

The Prylar’s expression didn’t change, he didn’t look shocked at all, “Well then, consider them as ‘Wormhole Aliens’ if you wish, but know that they need you to do something very important. I’m here for counsel whenever you need my help, contact me whenever any…”

 

“I don’t think I’ll need you’re help,” Ron cut the Prylar off. He was getting offended, feeling like this Prylar was pushing the Bajoran religion on him. “I’ll deal with it myself, I’m sure a good night’s sleep will do me well.”

 

“The Prophets will continue to contact you as long as you don’t listen, they won't provide you any leeway.” When the Prylar finished, Ron reached out and cut the transmission in response.

 

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Computer: Begin recording personal log, Ensign Ron Lunn. The away mission went without a hitch for the engineering department, we did a good job of giving the Klingon's suggestions, however I don't wish to have to deal with that planet again. It was so run down, almost every system needed an upgrade, not to mention we had to spend some time in a sewage facility.

 

When we got back we found out the Marines had been doing some training exercises and left some cleanup jobs around the ship. The Chief had us get on it right away, it was boring but afforded me some time to socialize with the crew, which is what I do best. I wish I could have been running around the ship firing phasers with the Marines rather than doing scans on the faiclities in that Klingon dump. I wonder what my father thinks, he put so much energy into making sure I knew how to handle weapons and understood battle strategies, incase the Cardassians ever invaded Bajor again I'd be able to pitch in.

 

Still not sleeping right, nothing is helping, debating wether I should ask Mia about sleeping medication, she's the only person I'd trust with that kind of information... she's the only person I'd trust with a lot of things.

 

Besides Mia, I've began to become friends with Ensign Kairi, we have a lot in common and I enjoy her company, at least she has a good sense of humour unlike some people in the engineering department. The worst is when you have to work with those Vulcans, extreme lack of conversation there, makes the job go 10 times slower. But at least I get to work with Kairi often enough, I'm hoping we can become better friends in the future. It's harder than I thought on a ship, you spend a lot of time working, and the rest of it trying to sleep, not a lot of time for socializing, especially on this ship. But engineers need to be able to depend on each other...

 

Computer: End log.

Edited July 13, 2005 by Ron_Lunn