JVannini Posted March 11, 2008 Share Posted March 11, 2008 ((Bridge, Son'a Warship))::The deckplate felt good, cool and comforting against his cheek.His lungs and stomach burned with what he knew now as poison runningthrough his veins. He opened his eyes and saw only a blur, closedthem again in a fit of nausea.::::The Ba'ku was old. Older than most humanoids ever dreamed ofbeing. He'd seen over 230 years-and in that time he had learned agreat deal. It wasn't his Starfleet training he called upon, or hismartial arts skills, or his well-trained body. None of those wouldserve him here. He harkened back to a simpler time.::((224 years ago, Ba'ku Homeworld))::The grove was quiet-too quiet for the rambunctious, long-hairedboy that tore through the undergrowth, heedless of the tinyscratches the branches left on his skin. The wind tugged at hishair, drawing it back from his bare shoulders as he increased hisspeed, his grin wider by the second. His brilliant blue eyes saweverything, far ahead of where he ran. His sensitive hearing pickedup birdsong and the rustle some of the forest denizens made as theyembarked on their daily search for food.::GYRULD: Tyr? TYR!::His father's voice cut through the sound of wind whistling pasthis ears and he slowed his run to a gentle jog, allowing the mucholder Ba'ku to catch up with him. His father was...timeless. He'dbeen there since the beginning-since his people settled on thisplanet and realized the near-immortality its rings offered. He couldtell by the tone of his father's voice he'd upset him..yet again.::GYRULD::Panting as he caught up to his son:: What do you thinkyou're doing, Tyr?::The young Ba'ku turned his blue eyes to his father, pleading whathe already knew to be a lost cause. He'd taken off from church again-this time he'd been caught red-handed by one of the clerics.Disappearing into the woods, like he always did. To the same grovehe always ran. And his father had caught him.::TYR: I..GYRULD: You disobeyed me..AGAIN. ::Sighing, he sat down on a nearbystone:: Tyr, why do you insist on disobedience? You know that thegathering is important to us.TYR: But it's not important to ME, father. I have my own beliefs andI know what they are. I don't need some stuffy guy in a robe tellingme what to believe or to read a book written by a man, telling mehow to worship my God. I know how...::The words were blasphemy, but the elder Ba'ku had come to expectthem from his wayward son. Tyr had always been fiercely independent-defiant, perhaps was a better word. He looked away for a moment.::GYRULD: I wish I had taken you sooner. Then you'd understand.TYR::Sitting on the ground opposite his father:: Dad, I'm glad youdidn't. It let me think for myself-form my own opinions instead ofhaving them programmed into me before I knew any better.GYRULD::Smiling: : You think you have all the answers, don't you?TYR::Looking away:: No..I didn't mean it that way.GYRULD: Tyr..you have to understand-the universe isn't alwayscapable of being bent to your will. Some things are meant to be andthere are paths we're supposed to walk, even if you don't understandwhy you're walking them.TYR: I don't WANT to walk those paths, father. I want to make myown. ::His eyes went to the setting sun, which seemed to light thesky on fire. Stars began to appear in the twilight:: I want to seewhat's out there...::The elder Ba'ku shook his head, realizing his son's mind wasalready as far away from church as it could be.::GYRULD: You're dreaming of starships and new worlds... Alright,Tyr..no more church. ::Holding up his hand at his son's sudden rushof excitement:: HOWEVER..I have a lesson for you.TYR: What NOW?GYRULD: Close your eyes. Center yourself. Take a few deep breathsand clear your mind.::Tyr closed his eyes, drawing in the cooling evening air andletting it cleanse him, then exhaled slowly through his mouth.Another breath, and he was relaxed. As with all things, though, theyoung Ba'ku grew impatient.::TYR: What do I..?GYRULD: Shhh. Just...listen.::The youngster quieted himself, his body purging itself of thefatigue and fear that had plagued him when he had escaped church. Helet the sounds of the grove fill him..restore him. Time seemed togrind to a halt.::GYRULD::Smiling: : Now..open your eyes.::Tyr opened his eyes and gasped inwardly. All around him, timestood still. A leaf, falling slowly from the tree nearby, hovered inmid flight. A bird sat crouched with her wings spread, ready to takeflight, and sat still. It seemed even the sun had stopped its egressinto twilight.::TYR::Awestruck: : How...?GYRULD: Live in the moment, Tyr. ::Pausing, gazing around him withsatisfaction: : I'll see you at home.::Tyr simply nodded, letting the moment fill him, consuming andrestoring him all at the same time. Filled with wonder, it was long,long into the night before the Ba'ku boy returned home...and all hehad done, was listen.::((Bridge, Son'a Warship))o O Listen. O o::Time slowed around him as he took deep, cleansing breaths,focusing on the relative silence of the bridge. He focused himself,channeling all of his energy on cleansing his body of whateverpoison his captors had instilled in him. And above all, helistened.::PER'NAH: According to our sensors they're abandoning ship. They seemto be gathering in the science pod. We're also showing two fighterspatrolling the exterior of the ship. ::Tapping a few buttons::They're no threat to us directly.VERIZ: Good. And with the Discovery under Tyr's control, neither isshe. Keep us out of weapons range just in case one of theirengineers gets creative.PER'NAH::Tapping a few keys:: Aye sir. What do we do with ourwayward son, here?VERIZ::Chuckling: : Let him sleep awhile longer. The poison shouldhave just about finished him. When the crew abandons the ship we'llbeam over and de-activate the auto-destruct. Then the Discovery willbe ours.PER'NAH: And the crew?VERIZ::Pause: : Their mission was to explore that derelict off ourport bow. Let them. Let them rot in space.TBC/TAG============ ========= ===Captain Tyr WaltasCommanding OfficerUSS Discovery Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JVannini Posted March 11, 2008 Author Share Posted March 11, 2008 I think this SIM shows a very important part of the Character's life as a child.The struggle of a young man with his father's beliefs and his heritage is very realistic.Me, being a RL dad, know this is quite true. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 Wow. That was seriously good. Excellent piece of story-telling that fitted into the current plot perfectly and didn't feel superfluous. And very well-written, to boot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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