<USS Atlantis> Meditation
- From: "Clifford Teed" <tweak75@xxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "UssAtlantis" <ussatlantis@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2004 16:36:50 -0600
Meditation
by Ensign Aaron Markus
There he was, on the USS Tolstoy. Red alert klaxons were going off all
around him. The ship was shuddering from the shock of the pounding they
were getting from the Borg. There it was looming ominously on the view
screen, a big black cube, with bolts shooting out of it, hitting
everything in sight. The sight of it made him shudder in his seat. He
looked down and there was the helm. Someone was shouting from behind.
"Move in underneath, we'll have a better shot from there." He turned
and saw the tactical officer frantically trying to stay on his feet and
fire the weapons at the same time, while being tossed about. Lt. Cmdr.
Allon Markus was a tall man with a strong jaw and muscular physique. He
was taller than most Vulcans, but then he was only half Vulcan. The
other half comprised of human DNA from his father. As for the young man
sitting at helm, he was but a fledgling compared to the man he was
staring at.
Bang!!! The computer panel next to him exploded and the young ensign was
thrown to the floor. Several others were injured as well. The tactical
officer had jumped down to see if everybody was all right. "The warp
core is gonna breach, and there's nothing I can do," came over the Com.
The tactical officer checked the captain and found him unconscious along
with most of the bridge crew. "All hands, abandon ship," he yelled into
his COM badge. Being the senior officer conscious, it was up to him to
make that determination.
Allon began picking up one after another of the bridge crew and taking
them to the turbo lift. The helmsman was the fifth one to be piled
in.As he laid there barely able to move. He saw another explosion just
as the Lt. Cmdr. was telling the turbolift to take the passengers to
deck 5, where the escape pods were. Allon was thrown across the other
side of the bridge and the turbolift doors closed. "No!!!" was all the
ensign could get out. The next moments were a blur as the turbolift
doors reopened on deck 5 to see two crewmen begin gathering the pile of
unconscious officers and place them in escape pods. With the captain
strapped to one chair and him in the other, the escape pod launched from
the ship along with a few other pods. Then there was the explosion, and
a bright flash. "No!!!! Father!!!
Ensign Aaron Markus awoke in sick bay, covered in sweat and breathing
like he had been drowning. The nurse ran in with a tricorder in hand.
"Are you okay, sir? What's wrong?" she asked as she swept the tricorder
over the ensign.
"I'm ok," putting his hand up to indicate the tricorder wouldn't be
needed. "I just had a..nightmare." Obviously Aaron wasn't really ever
on the Tolstoy.
"Ok," said the nurse. "Holler if you need anything." Aaron just nodded
as the nurse turned and walked back to the office. Slowly he remembered
how the doctor had asked him to stay for observation, because he almost
passed out on the bridge earlier. He knew what he had to do. The dimly
lit sickbay was no place to meditate. It can get busy as hell in a
moments notice. He needed a place he could go where no one would be
disturbing him for a few hours.
Aaron looked at the chronometer. All the holodecks would be in use
about now. And his quarters were too close to the lounge, no quiet
there. He then thought of the perfect place. He headed off, out of
sickbay and down the hall toward Main Engineering before the nurse could
even protest. He soon arrived at his destination and took one of the
Jefferies tubes near Engineering to the little spot he had found only a
few weeks ago just above where the top of the warp core entered the
hallowed compartment. All that could be heard was the constant low hum
of the warp core. It brought a certain serenity to all that was chaos
in this huge metal "boat."
He closed his eyes and slowly entered a strong meditative state that
anything short of the warp core breaching wouldn't bring him out of.
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