Post by Ensign Tekison Nevir on Apr 8, 2019 10:17:11 GMT -8
For the hundredth time, Nevir's hand went to his back, where he felt the laceration and burns that were never there. Or they were, but no longer. A simple choice had been given to him as he laid on the biobed, aided by frantic doctors who had suddenly stood motionless. It was fortunate that any choice he made would have kept him from dying, but... he had to admit that he was tempted by the offer of Peleb.
Nevir was staring at a mess of shiny rods in front of him, all contained in a brown circular platform. As he moved a rod from one location to another, the entire mas altered shape.. but was no closer to the end result. Kal-toh was a difficult game for those who hadn't given themselves to logic, and he was certainly a ball of emotions right now.
Surprisingly, none of those emotion were self-deprecating. None were pity, or depression. He had a sense of calm and curiosity, but he actually treasured himself now. He was meant for a purpose, and the path he walked was long for a reason. The thought made him smile as he tried to move another piece, causing the mass to change yet again. Still a jumbled mass of rods.
A PADD near him had his original thesis displayed, the one he had been working on when he was first transferred to the Talon as a Lieutenant. It had been the first time he had been working on it since... well since his self-created meltdown. Things weren't perfect by a longshot, and definitely not back to the way he wanted them to be, but Commander Kinin was right; he would never be the same officer he was. And now... he didn't want to be that same officer. He didn't want his Lieutenant pips back, he wanted new ones.
Captain Monroe did not lose complete faith in him; he gave the Bajoran a second chance. But Nevir could not take that chance until he learned to let the past go. And he was slightly embarrassed that it took being knocked back to Cadet and being lectured by Commander Kinin privately for him to finally understand that. Now, with a fresh outlook... possible aided by a near-death experience, he was back to looking at his own research. He wasn't going to completely scrap it, but he was going to go for a fresh perspective.
The Bajoran picked up the half-full glass of Kava juice, and took another drink, before putting ti down and moving another rod. The shape was coming together, very very slowly. And for all he knew, he was nowhere closer to solving the difficult puzzle. But... there was no reason to quit now.
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Nevir was staring at a mess of shiny rods in front of him, all contained in a brown circular platform. As he moved a rod from one location to another, the entire mas altered shape.. but was no closer to the end result. Kal-toh was a difficult game for those who hadn't given themselves to logic, and he was certainly a ball of emotions right now.
Surprisingly, none of those emotion were self-deprecating. None were pity, or depression. He had a sense of calm and curiosity, but he actually treasured himself now. He was meant for a purpose, and the path he walked was long for a reason. The thought made him smile as he tried to move another piece, causing the mass to change yet again. Still a jumbled mass of rods.
A PADD near him had his original thesis displayed, the one he had been working on when he was first transferred to the Talon as a Lieutenant. It had been the first time he had been working on it since... well since his self-created meltdown. Things weren't perfect by a longshot, and definitely not back to the way he wanted them to be, but Commander Kinin was right; he would never be the same officer he was. And now... he didn't want to be that same officer. He didn't want his Lieutenant pips back, he wanted new ones.
Captain Monroe did not lose complete faith in him; he gave the Bajoran a second chance. But Nevir could not take that chance until he learned to let the past go. And he was slightly embarrassed that it took being knocked back to Cadet and being lectured by Commander Kinin privately for him to finally understand that. Now, with a fresh outlook... possible aided by a near-death experience, he was back to looking at his own research. He wasn't going to completely scrap it, but he was going to go for a fresh perspective.
The Bajoran picked up the half-full glass of Kava juice, and took another drink, before putting ti down and moving another rod. The shape was coming together, very very slowly. And for all he knew, he was nowhere closer to solving the difficult puzzle. But... there was no reason to quit now.
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