Post by Kinin on Aug 14, 2020 14:22:09 GMT -8
The sounds of yet another explosion echoed down the corridor, adding emphasis to the rhythm of Kinin’s strong boots pounding the floor as she ran. The blast was not unexpected; in fact, Kinin had set the charge herself. She was an intruder on the geometrically shaped vessel, having obtained information the Borg never meant to be disseminated, the facts given to her during a wish-fulfillment fiasco months ago when someone on the Talon had wished her away from the ship, away from Starfleet in fact, and a Q had reset her life, causing her to be in the clutches of the Borg.
When the mistake was remedied, she still had her memories. They all did. Hers haunted her more than most, many of the crew having been given innocuous wishes of wealth or fame. They knew nothing of what she had endured, the inability to act individually, the knowledge of all the horrors the race forced upon innocent beings. Though she had no physical after-effects, the emotional scars were hard to shake. Throughout her career as a security officer, she had seen her fair share of trauma, but knowing everything in infinite detail that had happened to each and every soul assimilated by the Borg almost destroyed her.
After the schism, she had spent most of her time at Federation headquarters documenting as much as she could, but it was as if she were the historian of time. The burden it placed on her was heavy and, one day, she simply left. It tore at her that many families still would never know the fate of their loved ones, but Kinin knew she had to act so that it would not happen again. Starfleet and the Federation were still healing wounds of their own and it was crystal clear that they would use her knowledge and concentrate on the right actions only after they stopped warring with each other.
She had left her heart behind because his was too impulsive for such a mission. Though she loved him with all that she was, she knew he had to be left behind. There were others she wished she could take, but loyalties throughout the ship she had once trusted were suspect. So, in the middle of his sleep shift, after an evening showing him more intensity than normal, she slipped away. They were to start their new careers in the morning, but only one would board the ship.
Lungs burning, she crouched down, setting the next charge.
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When the mistake was remedied, she still had her memories. They all did. Hers haunted her more than most, many of the crew having been given innocuous wishes of wealth or fame. They knew nothing of what she had endured, the inability to act individually, the knowledge of all the horrors the race forced upon innocent beings. Though she had no physical after-effects, the emotional scars were hard to shake. Throughout her career as a security officer, she had seen her fair share of trauma, but knowing everything in infinite detail that had happened to each and every soul assimilated by the Borg almost destroyed her.
After the schism, she had spent most of her time at Federation headquarters documenting as much as she could, but it was as if she were the historian of time. The burden it placed on her was heavy and, one day, she simply left. It tore at her that many families still would never know the fate of their loved ones, but Kinin knew she had to act so that it would not happen again. Starfleet and the Federation were still healing wounds of their own and it was crystal clear that they would use her knowledge and concentrate on the right actions only after they stopped warring with each other.
She had left her heart behind because his was too impulsive for such a mission. Though she loved him with all that she was, she knew he had to be left behind. There were others she wished she could take, but loyalties throughout the ship she had once trusted were suspect. So, in the middle of his sleep shift, after an evening showing him more intensity than normal, she slipped away. They were to start their new careers in the morning, but only one would board the ship.
Lungs burning, she crouched down, setting the next charge.
Tag: Any who happened to follow, or none