[B]Truth, Lies and Speculation[/B]

[Cdr Rian Kwai 0]

Truth, Lies and Speculation

Daise Erei'Riov Morgana t'Ksa

 

Morgana was having a difficult time determining what was truth and was her own speculation. She was positive she worked in the medical field. Her intense examination of the medical bay had confirmed that ‘truth’ to her. She somehow knew exactly what each piece of equipment did, each readout meant, understood most of the diagnosis, and could rattle off mundane medical terminology as if it was written on the back of her eyeballs. What specialty of medicine, she could not determine. But one thing was for sure, she *knew* medicine.

 

The problem was, despite her extensive knowledge, she desperately needed access to the Galae Medical Database to determine exactly what had happen to the crew.

 

Oh, she had her theories about what happened. Several of them. Any good maenaken would. And she knew she did na have the full picture of what had happened to them. Only Laehval, Destorie and the rest of the crew could help her fill in the gaps and refine her theories into facts. But without the medical data from the crews files or even Galae research to support her theories, that’s all they were. Theories.

 

All she needed was access to the computer so she could solve at least io mystery in her life.

 

Morgana felt that other mysteries were a bit harder to solve. Such as her bonding status with Destorie. Here she was left with only her speculations and theories. She speculated that perhaps their bonding was an arrangement between their families. Perhaps that would explain the lack of familiarity between the re of them. It was na unheard of on ch’Rihan. Prominent families jockeying for power and prestige by selling off their offspring like cattle to form stronger alliances.  The political power mongers playing matchmaker.

 

And perhaps this bonding was a recent engagement. There was na much in the N’Dak quarters to suggest that a woman lived there. Especially with the look of the second bedroom. Aside from a wardrobe filled with women’s clothing, Morgana saw no other sign that she belonged there. Na photos. Na personal mementos that she could discern. Na ‘girly’ things.  This was something she would address with Destorie, since he seemed to have a better grasp on what was truth and fiction.

 

It troubled Morgana that she could na recall her family or even much about herself. Who were they? Where were they? What did they do? How had she ended up here? Did she have any siblings or parents that worried about her? Or had they forgotten about her as soon as they had made their ally treaty with the N’Dak family? She had explored all of medical found na io trace of her personal existence there either.  Nothing resembling a photo, picture, memo, or graffiti in the refresher. In fact, there as hardily any such things throughout medical to indicate who occupied which station. Just a well used set of g’Olf clubs in the Daise’Maenak’s office, and she was na sure who they belonged to.  Without access to her own personal logs, like the rest of the crew milling about medical, she was again lost.

 

So Morgana braced herself as she prepared to present her theories and speculations to Destorie and to stress to him the need for Engineering to put computer access top priority. She was, after all, bonded to the Daise’Erei’Riov and that should count for something.  Ie? Morgana was nothing but persistent when it came to getting what she wanted. And she wanted her memories back.

 

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What Morgana did na know, what she did na was suspect, however, was that a good portion of the life she was leading at the moment was a lie. She did na belong in these quarters. Nor was she wearing her own clothing; these the Khre’Riov t’Rexan’s clothing that N’Dak had moved into his own quarters. Nor was she really bonded to a N’Dak after all. Morgana did na know about Laehval and Destorie’s little plot to keep t’Rexan from knowing the truth. And she did na know to what extent the re of them would go to protect their secret.

 

Because of this, would pursuing the truth or her filling her quest to regain her memories get Morgana killed?