PNPC Vedek Hamsan Dwich — CloQ full o’ nuts

[+ Lephi]

Another awesome piece in the saga. Super in love with how Justin captures lightning on the page with the confusion of the moment. 💙

 

(( Vedek Hamsan’s cottage, Dahkur Province, Bajor ))

Dwich had never been more disengaged from evening services, and as he walked back to his cottage under the orange and purple evening sky, he’d never felt more disconnected from the Prophets.  Preoccupied by the unexpected arrival of a woman from another time and place, Dwich sat at his desk and struggled to thumb through a selection of his favorite prophecies, hoping his attention would divinely be drawn to a passage that would help him make sense of it all.

There was nothing.  Dwich’s experience, and his growing problem, was completely outside the realm of what Bajoran religion could counsel.  He turned the desk lamp off and sat back in his desk chair, the moonlight of Derna and Jeraddo casting a pale grey glow through the open window.  With nothing more to say or do, just a deep feeling of unease that needed to be worked through with prayer and rest, Dwich unfastened the top of his robes and——

 

(( Sickbay, Deck 2, USS Resolution ))

——stood in the doorway of a completely unfamiliar place.

Adea: ::muttering as he got up and left his office:: Will this never end?

Dwich looked down at himself; his vestments were gone, replaced with a Starfleet uniform.  A set of double doors started closing on him, and he stepped forward lithely to avoid them.  He was in a medical facility of some kind, small but well appointed.  The man who spoke first had distinctly dark eyes, a trademark of Betazoids, if Dwich remembered correctly, and he sprung into action to administer care to a seriously ill Bolian.

Adea: I take it that you didn’t get on with our Q friend?

Hamsan: I— ::beat:: I don’t know.

Sirin: ::stares at Dwich:: I - um, not sure what happened.

The voice from behind him was familiar.  Dwich turned round to see the woman from his hallucination, standing before him in the flesh and real as could be.  It was clear that the Betazoid and Dwich’s ghostly visitor knew each other, and they were all wearing the same uniform as he.  He pinched his forehead in the space directly above his eyebrows, feeling suddenly twice as confused as he had been in the silence and security of his cottage.

Nusin: No. Not this time. Let me go, Doctor. You and I both know you can’t save me.

Dwich had no idea what had happened to the Bolian, but from the look of things, they weren’t going to last long.  The cleric looked at the Vulcan, then the Betazoid, and recognized that everyone in the room needed pastoral care now.  He took up position on the opposite side of the biobed from the doctor, and held the dying Bolian’s hand.

Adea: But I can be there for you. Always.

Hamsan: The Prophets teach us that all our times are in Their hands.  ::beat::  Prophets, hear our prayer as you await the arrival of this one’s pagh.  Comfort them and welcome them into the Celestial Temple, and to your everlasting care.

Dwich squeezed the Bolian’s hand as one monitor after another sounded.  In quick succession, they fell silent once again, and Dwich felt the hand he held go slack.  There was little else to do but rest it back on the bed, and allow for a moment of respectful silence.  The pastoral care of those who were present became his concern now, so Dwich crossed over to the Betazoid doctor and put an arm around his shoulder.

Sirin: ::to Genkos:: Doctor, I think that CloQ gave us the answer when I first met him. As crazy as it sounds, we can stop this, but we have to stop trying to escape.

Adea: response

CloQ.  The name was unfamiliar to Dwich.

Sirin: He wants us to continue the experiment. I think that if we just stop trying, he will as well.  

Adea: response

At that moment, two pairs of eyes fell on Dwich.  It hadn’t occurred to him until now that, given he wore their uniform and had said very little, they probably mistook him for…

The pieces began falling into place.  The Vulcan woman who appeared on Bajor did in fact know him.  He was her ja’ital, and she was his tem’en, but in another life.  A life he didn’t remember.

Hamsan:  I’m afraid I don’t know who either of you is.  Do I ::looks at his uniform:: belong here?

Adea / Sirin:  response

 

(( OOC: Glossary

ja'ital = my light (used for a beloved person)
tem'en = bright one (used for a beloved person) ))

 

Tag / TBC

 

PNPC Vedek Hamsan Dwich
Vedek, Kaiett Monastery
Dakhur Province, Bajor

simmed by

Lieutenant Yogan Yalu
Helm Officer
USS Resolution NCC-78145

Justin
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[Meidra Sirin]

As always, it’s a joy to write with someone so talented. Justin constantly inspires me to get out of my comfort zone and just let Meidra grow as a character.

[Theo Whittaker]

I came here to post this as well! Phenomenally written by a phenomenal writer!