<USS Banshee> "Guardians of the Mind"
- From: "Brad Ruder" <GroundZero@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 17:08:18 -0700
?Guardians of the Mind?
Lieutenant Joshua Asper
& Lieutenant JG Heather
Heather was lying in the biobed
trying with all her might to tell Josh who 'they' were, but something
was preventing her. Every time she tried to get it out a pain shot
through her head and she felt as though something was pressing on her
vocal cords preventing her from uttering anything but grunts and
groans. Her face contorted in a look of frustration coupled with pain
she looked up her eyes pleading at Josh to just pull the information
out of her pounding head.
His hands lay harshly on the sickbay
console. His eyes dropping ever so subtlety from time to time to
watch the ongoing racing of her vital signs. Josh shook his head as
he watched her from afar, trying to decide just how much pain she was
in and attempting desperately to find out what was tormenting her
inner soul. His mouth opened once and closed, unsure of the words to
say to her troubled mind. So, there he stood, and watched her
without a word.
"Why don't you believe me?" She asked almost
accusingly. "I should be in a cell right now, guarded. You can't
protect that innocent man if I'm not locked up!" She wanted to say
more but was cut off again. "That?man?"
Josh blinked and
stepped closer to her. "Innocent Man?" He tilted his head,
remembering nothing of any man besides muffled grunts and cut off
sentences. "Tell me about this man...? He let his voice trail with
flailing of hand gestures and nodding of his hands. He pulled a
stool close to him and sat next to her bed, staring deep into the
abyss of her eyes. So much pain, so much confusion...
She was practically choking on her words as she
tried to speak. "Important man, he's...important. Powerful?in
Starfleet?" Gasping she stopped and tried to regain her breath.
'They' may be trying to keep her from talking about them but she
would get the information about her crime out
Overjoyed as he felt the stone of momentum begin to
roll, Josh placed a hand on her own and looked into her eyes more.
"Powerful? An Admiral? A Fleet Captain?" Josh had to contain his
overactive mind from running rampant through the books and books of
questions that he had littered in his mind. There were so many
unsolved mysteries, loose ends, and shady events. There was
Heather's eyes lit up, "Admiral! Yes.
Opp?opp?opposing issue..." Damn, she lost it,
?Slave?labor?powerful?opposition." That caused a shot. Like a bullet
searing through her brain, "God damn it!" Well they hadn't put a
block on her normal speech.
Watching the pain incinerate her
caused Josh to wince himself. He took a breath and stood, putting
his arms behind his head. He'd already removed his overshirt, the
bluish-gray undershirt shining not so brightly. He didn't want to
cause her agony; he didn't want to hurt her at all. Observing her
fight for a breath, battle to get words out, and struggle to get a
calm moment tore him up inside. Sitting down again, he returned his
eyes to her. "Slave labor. Where?"
She was glad that he kept
pushing, she needed this to be out so 'They' could be stopped. "I
don't know, far away from Earth." Her eyes fell, "Where I was. But I
don't know where that is." Apparently since she didn't know, 'They'
weren't worried about it.
Shifting tracks, Josh tried to keep
her mind working and going. "Do you remember the name of this
Innocent Man?" His eyes kept calm, and he traced a soothing hand
down her arm.
She thought for a moment trying to 'see' into
the fog that was shrouding her memories. "G?g?gr-ay?Graysome" Her
neck felt stiff as a board as she tried to get the name out,
Bolting over to the computer
console, Josh's hand slammed onto the cold surface and began to pick
away at the keypad. His hands dashed and moved like lightning, but
he finally managed to access Starfleet's database on all Admirals.
His eyes sifted through mounds and mounds of data pouring in from all
over known-Federation space. Bolians, Trills, Humans, Betazoids, all
were kept neatly organized in the database. "Graysome, Graysome,
Josh kept repeating himself as his eyes danced
merrily about the material. He figured he wouldn't find anything
until it leapt off the screen and smacked him in the face with a wet
noodle. "Harold Graysome." He opened the file. Josh's eyes darted
over to Heather and then back as he began to read. "Prominent figure
and adversary to the selling of goods in the Federation that were
produced by slave labor."
Heather nodded frantically, "That's
him!" She could almost jump off the bed and hug him. "Try cross
referencing..." She dug way down looking for any tidbit she could
get, "Mac?MacTowen. Owww?MacTowen Man?Manufacturing."
without looking back his hands moved and cross-referenced the words
spilling from Heather's mouth. Opening the industrial business file
he saw it immediately. "MacTowen Manufacturing." His eyes scanned
quickly through the contents, picking out random things and things
that might have sounded more important, "Based on Letras. Supporting
panel of lawyers in a debate with Graysome."
looking to Heather wearily. "This them?
Heather started to
say something, "Y- ouuuuch." She had said way too much and a
full-blown blast went through her already hurting head. It was more
than she could take and she passed out exhausted. She couldn't do
any more for now but she was more grateful to Josh than she could
tell him., and hoped he would rest as well.
sprinting across the room Josh grabbed her hand, and then peered over
at the console to make sure she wasn't dead. She was fine, just
exhausted from her mental struggle. Josh sat down on the stool.
He'd wait until she awoke and he'd help her regain her strength and
fight this invisible enemy. He knew now, after watching her pain
that he wanted to be with her. Josh would stand by her until she was
Ready again to face life without fear and pain.
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