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"Government Conspiracies in the 24th Century"

"Government Conspiracies in the 24th Century"

Lieutenant j.g. Laarell Teykier

Personal Log

October 20, 23--

 

((Note - this log took place the night before the October 16 simulation occurred))

 

Laarell looked around the darkened Science Lab with a rather bored expression on her face as she played with a strand of her dark hair. The soil analysis was completed, and wasn't particularly in the mood to sleep just yet. Her eyes drifted to her omnipresent PADD of War and Peace, but like in almost every evening, she wasn't in the mood for Tolstoy.

 

And what of that soil analysis? She had barely been able to contain her excitement at the thought of discovering more silicon-based lifeforms ... and possibly intelligent humanoids at that!

 

How would the Surmac react to such news? Would they be intrigued? Would it compromise their religious beliefs? It would be almost worth assigning a sociologist to study their reactions to the knowledge, if indeed Morningstar's scientific evaluations were correct.

 

But would their people ever even be informed? So many discoveries are never made public -- would this be one of those?

 

"Such knowledge seems to follow me," she thought with a smile. "But is it the government's place to withhold such data from the general public?"

 

The smile faded quickly, replaced with a sad look of nostalgia. "You've had this debate before, Laarell. You lost it then, too."

 

Sitting there in the Lab, barely able to see a foot in front of her because of the low lighting, Laarell thought back to a time, years ago, when a young Orion cadet made the scientific discovery that solved an ancient mystery...

 

Starfleet Academy

Seven Years Ago

 

The Academy shuttle touched down on the Presidio landing pad, letting out a rushing torrent of eager new Starfleet trainees into the crisp September air of San Francisco.

 

Straggling near the back, rummaging through her spanking-new Regulation Duffel Bag for the Starfleet identification card that was required for departure, was a rather dazed-looking young Orion woman. In her eyes was a look that perhaps embodied the spirit of every cadet; the confusion of being in a new place ... the fear of doing something so terribly wrong that they would be sent home their first day at the revered Academy ... the hope for a future in Starfleet - the future that they were embarking upon that very day.

 

The remaining cadets filed out of the shuttle like ants until the line dwindled, leaving only Laarell standing there, peering into the deep crevasses of the Duffel Bag. The Vulcan reading identification cards stood there with one eyebrow raised.

 

"I have it here somewhere..." For Gods' sakes ... where in Sto Vo Kor could it be?" Finally, the bright lighting of the transport caught the gleam of a shiny, metallic, identification card.

 

"Here you are, Sir," she boldly proclaimed, smiling widely at the Vulcan. His cool expression didn't change once as he checked the identification and waved her through.

 

Still smiling, Laarell stepped out of the shuttle and took her first step onto Terran soil; took her first breath of Terran air. The planet had a hardy, robust feel to it, and the Orion could see why the Federation chose Earth as the home to its many administrative offices.

 

She stepped off of the landing platform and after wandering about, utterly lost in her new surroundings, entered a patch of gardening adorned by plants from each member world of the Federation; some under protective coverings designed to simulate the conditions of their world of origin, others hardily surviving in the Earth's own atmosphere.

 

Needing a break, she sat on a large, ochre-colored rock situated in the walkway. Teykier personally thought it quite in violation of net'kqi, the Orion equivalent of feng shui. to leave so great an obstruction in the middle of a path. Whether it affected the tah'shu of the garden or not, it did make a mighty fine bench.

 

"Cadet, will you kindly remove your posterior from my back?" a mechanical voice inquired, with both humor and annoyance present in the wheezing tones of the translator.

 

Laarell jumped off of her perch with a start and stared at the rock formation closer. There was a standard issue translator seemingly cemented to the rock's top.

 

"Don't stand there gawking, girl. Haven't you ever seen a Horta before?"

 

The Orion was still standing there with her mouth open. "You're a Horta?" She coughed, trying to think of something that wouldn't mark her as a fool. "Err... I've heard of Hortae, yes, but I've never ... umm ... had the pleasure of meeting one before." "There. Something polite and diplomatic to salvage the situation."

 

What could be taken for a chuckle emanated from the translator. "Don't worry. You're not the first person to be startled by my appearance." A small mechanical arm extended from the hulking mass of silicon. "Kahrak, Cadet First Year, specializing in geology and archaeology. Horta, male."

 

Laarell shook the mechanical hand and smiled again. "Laarell Teykier, also a first-year cadet. Orion female. I'm specializing in astrophysics and geology, as well as working on a high-level computer specialization. We should be in some classes together," she added with a smile.

 

"Did you arrive on Earth today, Laarell?" She nodded. "First time at the Academy - and on Earth, too, I take it." She nodded again.

 

"I've traveled around this galaxy a bit in my life, but I never had the chance to go Earth."

 

Kahrak shuffled about, leaving a tiny trace of some sort of acid as he moved. "Want a tour, Laarell?"

 

Laarell smiled yet again and nodded. Then, she realized that Kahrak might not be able to notice such a minute movement of her head, and answered in the affirmative.

 

As the rather odd-looking pair meandered around the Academy's premises, Kahrak continued speaking in an animated fashion. "I was hatched on Earth, actually. It's a bit of a funny story." He chuckled. "It took quite a while for all of the silicon nodules to hatch -- about a hundred and fifty years in all."

 

"Sixty years after the Enterprise met my dear mother, a pair of Earth anthropologists visited Janus VI to inspect the ancient tunnel network created by the Hortae of long ago. After they completed their excavation and were leaving the facility, they noticed a silicon nodule in the visitors' center. Naturally, they were curious why the miners kept it on display, and they convinced the head of staff, Tony Vanderberg, to let them take it with them back to Earth for study."

 

He paused a moment before continuing. "A few months after they returned to their home in Cancun, Mexico, they received quite a shock. The nodule they had presumed to be a very dead shell had become a very living little Horta."

 

"I call them my adoptive parents, since they decided to keep and raise me like their own child."

 

Laarell chuckled herself at that. "So they raised a Horta here on Earth? That's interesting ... but didn't it raise some eyebrows? I mean, they couldn't exactly bring you up like a human, could they?"

 

He looked as thoughtful as a Horta can look for a moment, and then replied. "Not as hard as you might think. After all, they were more than qualified to educate me. And what's more, they found that I was eminently capable of assisting them on archaeological digs. I only needed to take a bite of the rock they were analyzing to tell them the age."

 

Teykier looked moderately surprised. "You can do that?" she asked, letting her interest resonate in her voice.

 

The Horta made as much of a nod as his bulky form would allow. "It came in handy on more than one occasion. So what's your life's story?"

 

She rambled on for quite a bit, regaling the sentient pizza pie with tales of covert intelligence missions, her family, and the Shi'Kahr Academy, as Kahrak led her around the Presidio, pointing out various points of interest, showing her the buildings that would become very familiar to her over the next four years.

 

Several hours later, the year's rooming assignments were posted on the main display in the Academy cafeteria, and a throbbing mass of cadets from various memberworlds of the Federation gathered around, desperate to determine who they would be rooming with for the next year.

 

Kahrak pushed his way to the front and returned with a pleasant report. "You've been assigned to room with a Vulcan woman named T'Pryl. I met her at Orientation a week ago; you shouldn't have much trouble with her."

 

"And you?" Laarell inquired.

 

The Horta gave a bit of a shruglike gesture. "A human male. I haven't met him yet." Teykier nodded and smiled. "I'm sure he'll be nice and neat, Karhak," she assured her newfound companion.

 

He grunted. "Let's hope so." He started to shuffle off on his seemingly invisible appendages. "Let's find our quarters assignments, shall we?"

 

The rest of the day passed with relatively little incident. Laarell's roommate turned out to be a typically dispassionate Vulcan female; too interested in her studies and logic to become a truly suitable companion for the effervescent Orion woman.

 

Bright and early next morning, Laarell awoke to a foggy San Francisco fog. The sight of the water vapor collected on the ground in the wispy layers recalled childhood stories of voram, Orion spirits of the dead that returned to their point of death in mystical cloud-like forms. She shuddered at the thought, but the scientist within her chuckled at the fact that she was taking any part of the fairy tale seriously.

 

Her Vulcan roomie having already left for the day, Teykier hopped into the 'fresher for a brief sonic shower, then dressed in the regulation cadets' uniform. Before heading over to the cafeteria, the slender Orion took a quick glance at her reflection in the mirror that captured the reflection of the small window in its grasp, displaying use of the net'kqi principles. The mirror showed what Laarell envisioned as the quintessential Starfleet officer; a person who was at their best in any circumstance."Even among voram," she thought, stifling a laugh.

 

The first class of the day, and for that matter, of Laarell's Starfleet career, was Xenobiology 101, or as some cadets referred to it, "This Rock is Alive, and This Isn't." Kahrak guffawed at that, fully grasping to allusion to the rather 'rocky' inhabitants of Janus VI.

 

Teykier, never one to be apprehensive or even particularly cautious, took an empty seat in the lecture hall as near to the professor as Orionly possible. Of course, it also had a practical purpose -- it's easier to hear your instructor when you are closer to him, her, or it.

 

In this case, the instructor turned out to be a rather porcine Tellarite named Porq, all business and no argument, the latter at least being on the cadets' end.

 

"You've all come here to learn to be officers worthy of Starfleet, I presume." Murmurs of "yes" and "that's right" echoed throughout the cavernous learning facility. "And to seek out the life and civilizations that are alien to you." More answers in the affirmative reached his ears.

 

"Very good." He sighed, sipping from a glass of something that resembled nothing as much as mud. "As some of you may have learned from the upperclassmen, this is a particularly intensive course, with extra research and projects required for graduation." He paused, as if to let that sink in for a moment. "Thus being said, you will require the presence of a study partner, lab assistant, and general collaborator." He grinned, relishing his next statement. "Gentlemen, I would like each of you to choose amongst yourselves, selecting the lifeform that is the most alien to you personally." The cadets began scanning the room, no doubt finding a bizarre looking entity that they figured was the greatest oddity. "If the two of you seem to get along with no major difficulties, you're looking at your close companion for the remainder of this year."

 

It wasn't a difficult choice for Laarell, or for Kahrak, for that matter.

 

The next three point five months were strenuous, but Laarell had no major difficulty outside of the navigation course, mandatory for an officer that ever wished to step foot aboard a starship.

 

When December arrived, and the Academy was dismissed for a three-week period, Teykier was met with particularly bitter disappointment. Her family was to be offworld on an apparently delicate diplomatic matter, leaving Laarell alone for the festival of Marivashkan, the celebration of the first extra-planetary landing for the Orion people. What most offworlders don't know about that little event was that the landing took place on an iron-cored asteroid orbiting the planet, and it was the illegal precursor to a slave colony. In spite of this, it is still one of the most joyous festivals amongst the Orion people, and Teykier had no one to share it with.

 

The campus was startlingly empty; devoid of the bustling mobs of students hurrying to their next class. A few stragglers remained, either to make up for work that they had been instructed to redo, or in a similar situation as Laarell.

 

She sat in the cafeteria, stirring the squirming bowl of gagh absentmindedly.

 

"Still eating you, eh, Laarell?" Kahrak's mechanical voice inquired.

 

She nodded, feeling a bit sorry for herself. "All alone at Marivashkan. It's a very special time of year for Orions, and there isn't so much as another Orion cadet to share it with."

 

Kahrak looked as pitying as a lump of rock can possibly appear. "I'm sorry, Laarell." His mechanical arm gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I do have an idea that might cheer you up a bit, however."

 

Laarell raised an eyebrow, a trait that she learned from her roommate. "And what might that be?"

 

"Humans are not without their celebratory rituals themselves, Laarell. In fact, you might find some of them interesting."

 

"I'm heading home to Cancun to keep my adoptive parents company during their holiday known as Christmas. I'm sure you'd be welcome; they're a very accepting, caring bunch, and I don't particularly like the idea of leaving a good friend alone during the holiday season."

 

Laarell's interest was piqued. "You really don't think they'd mind having a stranger at their home?"

 

"Not at all. But the shuttle is leaving later this evening, so if you want to come, I suggest you hurry and get packing..."

 

The shuttle circled around the Yucatan Peninsula, affording the Orion a spectacular view of the sparkling turquoise waters and blindingly white beaches.

 

Cancun itself wasn't the ritzy tourist attraction that it had been centuries before, but had been restored to nature a good deal, letting more of the native vegetation reclaim the areas once destroyed by the hotels and resorts lining the coast.

 

After the shuttle touched down gently at the relatively quiet landingport, the Horta and Orion exited, giving the latter a sudden burst of ocean air.

 

"Smells like..." she sniffed the air again. "...fish and salt."

 

Kahrak chuckled. "That's basically what it is, Laarell." He turned his hulking form towards two strangers approaching on their left. "Ah, there they are!"

 

The two greying-haired scientists greeted the young Starfleet personnel with a hearty pat on the err ... back of Kahrak, and a warm hug for Laarell.

 

Kahrak was visibly embarrassed. "Laarell, may I present my foster parents, Pedro and Maria Garcia. Mother, Father, this is Laarell Teykier."

 

The matronly woman smiled warmly at Laarell. "You wouldn't believe how much he talked about you in his letters," she said with a smile. Grinning, she turned to Kahrak. "So you finally brought a girlfriend home, eh"?

 

As Kahrak turned a deeper shade of gray, Laarell proceeded to tease him. "Oh, Mrs. Garcia, I'm certainly not his girlfriend. That distinction belongs to someone else entirely," she boldly stated, referring to the female Horta that had joined the Astrophysics class mid-semester.

 

Everyone in the group laughed, making Laarell feel very welcome with their jovial, friendly nature.

 

As the family's private shuttle flew out of the 'port and farther along the shoreline, Laarell couldn't help but point at a collection of beautiful ruins behind them.

 

"What is that?" she asked, staring at the gorgeous panorama of the ruins, covered in vegetation and surrounded by the crystal-clear waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

 

Pedro Garcia smiled. "Those are the ruins of Tulum, an ancient Mayan city constructed many years ago. Kahrak's been there many times with us when we've studied the site, and I'm sure he'd love to give you a tour."

 

Kahrak shuffled over to the window to see the view himself. "It's beautiful, and few visitors go there anymore. You'll like it, I'm certain."

 

Laarell smiled. Her hiatus from her studies in a new and exotic locale would be a good change of pace, she decided, and she'd be able to relax without worrying about the upcoming First Contact Decorum exam, or that warp theory TextPad that had been missing for several months...

 

Kahrak's father turned out to be not only a leading anthropologist, but an extremely proficient chef. The family had prepared a beautiful dinner on the family villa's veranda, with the sun setting below the horizon and seemingly into the forest.

 

"This is wonderful!" Laarell proclaimed sincerely. "It's all so good!" She took another of the vegetable and meat filled white wraps from the serving platter. "What are they called?"

 

Pedro pointed at each of the platters in turn. "What you just took seconds of is called a soft-shelled taco, the ones on that are hard-shelled tacos, the ones filled with crushed legumes are known as burritos, and the last plate is named chile con carne."

 

She smiled at all of them. "I can't thank you enough for welcoming me into your home for these few weeks. It means so much to me to have such wonderful friends."

 

The Garcias smiled back. "Our pleasure, Laarell, our pleasure. We're just glad you're enjoying yourself."

 

Maria turned to her son, who was eating at a specially designed receptacle on the floor. "We had a ton of the high-grade marble shipped to the home just for Christmas, Kahrak. I hope you find it to your liking," she mentioned pleasantly.

 

Kahrak dissolved more of the black Venetian marble before replying. Naturally, he didn't have the ability to speak with his mouth full, considering that he used acid to dissolve the food into his body and had a translator to speak, but the thought still counted. "Impeccable taste in minerals as always, Mother. My compliments."

 

The little group, rather tired from the day's activities, retired rather early that fine evening. The beautiful residence's guest room seemed almost fit for royalty, or at least, in this case, for the daughter of a prominent Orion diplomat.

 

Kahrak woke her early the next morning, taking the opportunity while the rest of the house was asleep to take his companion on a tour of Tulum.

 

"It's beautiful," he reiterated. "You'll get a kick out of seeing the old stone carvings. I'll bet we can even find a hidden artifact with the tricorder if we look hard enough."

 

"Wouldn't all of the archaeologists that have been through here have found everything close to the surface?"

 

He gave the Hortan equivalent of a shrug. "Probably not. If they can see that it's merely a pottery fragment or something equally 'unimportant', they'll leave it where it is. But to a bunch of cadets, it might be an interesting find."

 

Laarell, being the more able pilot of the two, powered up the personal 'pod and deftly steered it towards the Mayan ruin, and the rising sun, just beginning to peek above the horizon.

 

"Looks almost like a castle, if you ask me."

 

Kahrak chuckled warmly. "That's why they call the main structure, the Temple of Kukulkan, 'El Castillo', my dear. But it isn't a castle, actually. It's an ancient Mayan temple to one of their deities or another."

 

The 'pod landed smoothly on the landing platform, the only trace of modern civilization amongst the ages-old ruins.

 

"It's larger than I would have expected from the air."

 

"All newcomers say that their first time, Laarell. Must be a common trick of the eye." He positioned the bulk of his silicon-based body to face the East. "I've spent many a dawn here, watching the sun rise over the Caribbean."

 

A beautiful site it was, the Orion had to admit. "So, where does my tour begin?"

 

Kahrak shuffled towards a slightly smaller structure than El Castillo. "This is my favorite of the ruins. "The Temple of the Descending God", so called for its famous facade of someone who appears to be a deity. The interesting thing about it is the fact that 22nd century archaeologists were able to preserve some of the paint that was originally applied to the fresco."

 

Teykier walked inside. "It smells very damp. Rather like the Orion homeworld, if I might say so myself." She smiled as she looked at a slate tablet mounted behind glass. "What is that?" she asked as she walked over to examine it a little closer.

 

"It's a stella. Mayans used a complex written language of 'glyphs'. That's a pretty good sample there in the case."

 

Laarell looked closer. "Something looks strangely familiar about those glyphs, but I can't quite place it."

 

Another shrug. "Probably something in the shaping of the letters." He shuffled over to the main point of interest: the fresco. "Here it is, Laarell. The Descending God himself."

 

"It's beautiful," she said, looking more at the actual fresco itself rather than the details. To think that so many years ago, the ancient Earthers created this beauty, when they hadn't even yet harnessed the atom. But that's the same story everywhere..."

 

Laarell's sentence trailed off, and her typically deep verdant face turned to a light avocado. "It can't be... it's simply unbelievable."

 

Kahrak looked concerned. "Is something wrong, dear?" he asked, turning his bulky form to get a better look at the fresco -- and Laarell.

 

She swallowed hard. "Nothing."

 

"It's more than nothing, Laarell. You look like you've seen a ghost."

 

Laarell walked closer to the fresco; her eyes boggling. "Do you see that ceremonial garment that the deity is wearing?" She didn't wait for a response. "It's identical to a common one seen in the festival of Marivashkan, and dating back millennia before that, to the ancient elders."

 

She walked over to the stella. "I knew I'd seen that glyph before. It's identical to the one found in the ancient scripts of the tribal elders. And that one," she pointed at another, "is nearly identical to another Orion glyph. Kahrak, there's got to be a connection here."

 

The Horta was quiet a moment. "The pyramids of Chichen Itza are aligned to the constellation of Orion."

 

"Chichen Itza?"

 

"It's another Mayan ruin, west of here. As a matter of fact, the Giza plateau of Egypt is aligned in the same manner, Laarell. But this is odd. We can't have been the first scientists to make the discovery."

 

She nodded assent. "In the words of T'Pryl, it would be illogical to make that assumption."

 

"There's something else that came to mind, too, Laarell. I can pull up a few images on the computer back home, so I'll show you there..."

 

After the two arrived back in the villa, it didn't take Kahrak to find the visual scans of what he was looking for.

 

"Cydonia?" Laarell asked, perplexed. "I'm not familiar with that region of Mars."

 

"It's not particularly well-known. Today it's home to a few iron processing facilities, and not much else."

 

"Back in the early Terran space program, some orbiting scanners took pictures of the planet and the region of Cydonia." His mechanical hand pushed a button, and an old, foggy image sprang up on screen. "I know that I'm playing a hunch, but tell me if this image looks at all familiar to you."

 

A relatively famous picture of a 'rock formation' shaped in the form of a humanoid head appeared on the viewer, next to one of the Great Sphinx, on the Giza plateau.

 

"Anything, Laarell?"

 

It did have a certain degree of familiarity about it. "Not so much the one of the Egyptian figure, but definitely the one of the Martian one."

 

The Horta showed the Orion another image, this time of the entire Cydonia region. "Look here. These formations, here, and here," he motioned, "are identical in positioning to the ones at Chichen Itza and Giza. Laarell, there's got to be a connection!"

 

The Orion looked at the screen intently before speaking again. "Show me more images of these similar structures."

 

One thought stayed in her mind throughout their entire research. "Why hasn't anyone else figured this out?"

 

One week and a day later, Kahrak and Laarell Elai Teykier were able to arrange a meeting with the current heads of the Vulcan Science Academy, Starfleet Academy, the Vulcan Science Directorate, the Bolian Scientific Exchange, the Lunar Scientific Directorate, the Free Martian Colonies University of Science, and the International Fraternity of Archaeologists, Earth. Glaringly absent was a representative from the Orion Institute of the Sciences, and the committee formed to review the cadets' findings claimed that the message band was 'too busy to reach the scientists.'

 

"... and that concludes our evidence gathered from the archaeological sites of Tulum and Chichen Itza, Mexico, Giza, Egypt, and Cydonia, Mars," Kahrak's mechanical voice wheezed.

 

The three Vulcans present had utterly neutral expressions, as always. The Bolians seemed excited at the findings, and the humans rotated between shock and annoyance, as if the whole thing was too big of a joke for them to take seriously.

 

Laarell, dressed in formal dress uniform, stood again for the nth time that day. "I also contacted my brother, Jaashan Teykier, about this matter. In turn, he contacted some archaeological experts he was acquainted with, and they provided me with some very interesting information."

 

"Apparently, a few centuries before the Mayans created their incredible architectural marvels, the Orions, who had just gained warp capability, were visiting various star systems and sharing their knowledge."

 

"Of course, this does not explain the relationship to Giza, and I clarify. To make matters even more interesting, a race that is conventionally known to the Federation and the Orion people as the 'Preservers' visited Orion at the height of their artistic and architectural prowess. We suggest that a similar occurrence happened on Earth at approximately the same time."

 

"In closing, we realize that we are suggesting something totally groundbreaking to both the worlds of Orion and Earth, but you have seen the evidence yourself. I leave the concluding opinion to you."

 

An hour later, the meeting reconvened. Rear Admiral T'Pran of Starfleet Academy spoke in a calm, intelligent manner, but the condescending tone was still there.

 

"After reviewing your findings, we must admit that the Terran government has been withholding similar data from the general public on Earth for many years."

 

"The Preservers, and later, the Orions, did visit Earth at the time periods that you suggest. We applaud your diligence and intelligence in this matter."

 

The green-skinned one stood up with a ferocious look in her eyes. "So what you are deigning to tell me, is that you won't tell the Earthers that my planet was responsible for your precious Mayan and Egyptian civilizations. Gods forbid that you give credit where it's due."

 

Alexander McIntyre spoke next, and his condescension barely cloaked the veiled threat that was to come. "Due to the rather poor reputation of the Orion people, with respect to those present," he quipped as Laarell's blood boiled, "the Terran government has determined that it would be detrimental to the overall public emotion to divulge this information."

 

Teykier nearly lunged at him in attempt to strangle him with her own hands, but Kahrak's mechanical limb restrained her.

 

"And to make something clear, Cadet Teykier", McIntyre continued, "Rear Admiral T'Pran here has her fingers in many different pies. If something happened where this information 'accidentally' made its way to the media..."

 

The Martian representative Jacob Schmidt finished McIntyre's statement. "Your careers in Starfleet would be over, and I guarantee, Teykier, that it will happen if you breathe a word of this to anyone."

 

The Present

 

Ensign Hecatia Liahrr, a Caitian, entered the Science Lab to see Laarell sitting at her cubicle and her feet up on the desk, languidly chewing a pencil ferrule.

 

"Something eating you, Lieutenant?"

 

"Nothing, Ensign. Nothing at all." She turned to face the Caitian. "But no one, not the Surmac government, not Starfleet, not the Federation, for that matter, will ever stand in my way of the truth ... ever ... again..."

 

Liahrr had no idea what to make of the Orion's cryptic remark, and she didn't bother to ask...

 

=END LOG=

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