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Old September 7 2010, 12:22 PM   #1
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"Strangers In A Strange Land"

This is a direct continuation from "Convergence" and will look at the previously established characters who were saved from oblivion by the U.S.S. Yosemite. Also be on the look out for a few others who will appear to help out along the way.

Editoral Note: I messed up my stardate at the end of "Convergence". Madden's log should have been on 55040.3.

For those interested in chronology: "Lost & Found" occured in early-January 2378, "Convergence" in mid-January 2378, and now...
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Al’kayha Temple Ruins, Western Equatorial Region
Beta Rigel III, Sector 20
Stardate 55040.1 (January 15th, 2378)

The soft winds stirred the dirt, and rustled the red leaves on the trees that made up the perimeter of their dig site. Beta Rigel III was by far the most unassuming place he had visited in the last seven, almost eight, years. They had tended to remain away from heavily populated areas, for no other reason other than the fact that the wonders and marvels they sought were in remote, sparsely populated systems and planets. What he had seen over that time had truly been magnificent, and he continued to marvel at some of the things he and his companion had come across—sometime by design, other times by accident.

No one would believe some of what I’ve seen! They’d put me through psych evaluations if I told them, he said to himself, as he moved through the ruins. The Al’kayha Temple had been thoroughly studied and analysed by Rigelian archaeologists, anthropologists and historians for years, who had concluded that it was the site of a short-lived cult that had emerged in the remote equatorial region of Rigel III, which had never expanded any further than the solitary building, its architecture was unique on the planet and in the densely populated system. Though well over one hundred thousand years old, it remained in remarkable condition, the single spire of iridescent marble stood tall and proud, ending well over seven hundred meters above his head. All around the single spire however, what had been other smaller buildings were reduced to rubble. The entire site was devoid of plant life, the trees stood fifty meters away from the spire, in a perfect circle around the site. Al’kayha was eerily quiet and still, aside from the wind, nothing moved, and no animals came near the ancient temple.

He was taking holo-images as he went through the ruins, cataloguing slabs of rock that the native scientists had done centuries before, looking for something they might have missed. His shoulder scanner hung by his side, actively sweeping a few meters around him, recording everything it picked up. After everything I’ve seen, he has to have brought me here for some special reason.

Whatever his companion had wanted him to see and to learn on Beta Rigel III, he just couldn’t see it.

“Over here,” his companion called, his soft voice carrying over the stillness with ease. Looking around, he spotted the strange alien crouching beside the side of the spire, intently studying something of the shimmering surface of the impossibly tall, slim structure. Heading over to join the pale skinned alien, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the spire. Something about it just seemed off.

Once he reached his companion—whose real name he had never heard, but had been told was unpronounceable to all but a few among his own race—he crouched down to look at what he had found. At first he saw nothing, and after sweeping his scanner over the site the alien was focusing on, he still saw nothing.

“I’m not seeing anything.”

“Precisely,” the alien replied cryptically.

He scrutinised his companion. “I don’t get it. You want me to look at something that isn’t there?”

“You must first see what isn’t there, before you see what is,” his companion stated, just as he had done many times before. This time he omitted the rest of the statement, about going beyond his human preconceptions and senses.

Looking back at the place his friend had highlighted, he closed the scanner and tried to look beyond what his eyes could see. He was still looking when his companion let out a soft groan, and his four-fingered hand rested on the wall of the spire to support himself. Looking at the alien, he saw a look of pain and confusion cross his almost snow-white face. He rested a hand on the other man’s shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he asked. In all the years they had travelled together, he knew that it was only something very serious that resulted in such physical distress of his friend.

His companion took a moment to compose himself and then looked straight at him. “We must leave here,” he said, his usually soothing tone sounding strained. “Something quite unexpected has happened…very near here…” his voice trailed off and he looked up into the clear afternoon sky.

“What’s happened?” he enquired, worried now at his friends’ odd behaviour.

His companion looked straight at him, his serene expression and wise eyes were as they always had been. “He has come back,” he said simply and rose, before heading back the way they had come, towards Dahs’ata City, where they had left their shuttle.

Standing he looked after his friend and then back at the now-forgotten tower. He hurried after the alien, keeping a hold of his shoulder scanner, to keep it from flailing around him. “Who has come back?” he called out, his voice echoing among what was left of the temple outbuildings.

“Someone most unexpected,” the Traveller replied without looking back or breaking his stride.

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Old September 7 2010, 07:41 PM   #3
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Wesley Crusher, I presume? I'm making the guess based on the alien's identity as "The Traveler." No doubt they have witnessed some strange and impressive sights.

Great introduction! You do quite well with the mystery genre, and this one is promising to be a good one.

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Agreed. Nice beginning, hints of Kosh from B5 in the cryptic statements...
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Old September 8 2010, 06:46 AM   #5
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Wesley Crusher, I presume? I'm making the guess based on the alien's identity as "The Traveler." No doubt they have witnessed some strange and impressive sights.

Great introduction! You do quite well with the mystery genre, and this one is promising to be a good one.

"Who has come back?" That's what we want to know!
Well done TLR, it is Wesley. I wanted to introduce him without introducing him (if that makes sense). There might be one or two other main characters appearing, I'm not sure yet. As with the others, this is being made up as I go along.

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Old September 8 2010, 07:38 PM   #6
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U.S.S. Tasmania NCC-1997
En Route to Starbase 170
Stardate 55041.1 (January 16th, 2378)

Two hours ago, Lieutenant JG Hedril had been on Spacedock 4 awaiting the arrival of the U.S.S. Persephone, where she would take up her new posting as a fully certified Ship’s Counsellor, following her years internship at Starfleet Medical helping treat officers and crew who had been severely emotionally traumatised during the Dominion War. Her ship wasn’t due in for another three days, and she had been enjoying the entertainment and commercial facilities the massive orbital facility offered.

All that had changed when a call had come in for her to report to Starfleet Operations immediately, she found the closest transporter room and beamed down to San Francisco. She had then been ushered into one of the large lecture hall briefing rooms, along with other counsellors, doctors, theoretical scientists and engineers, historians, administrations clerks and officers from Temporal Investigations. None of them knew why they were there, and speculation was rife. Hedril kept quiet, preferring to watch what was going on around her, she found it amusing how each group questioned why the others were present.

The conversation died down when Lieutenant Commander Andrea Curtis had entered the hall and called the meeting to order. She had quickly told them why they had been assembled; an Academy training ship, the U.S.S. Yosemite, had encountered a dimensional tear, and three shuttles from other realities, but the Yosemite—being the largest and most powerful ship—was the only one that could escape and so the three other crews had taken refuge onboard for the escape. Fifty people from three alternate universes were now trapped in their dimension, with no obvious means of getting home. The team of specialist that sat together were being dispatched to Starbase 170—where the dimensional refugees had been taken to—in order to assess them and help them integrate into the new dimension they had become a part of. After fielding only a few questions, Curtis had asked them to hold off on asking any more, as they needed to be underway immediately—she’d provide them with a full after action report and assessment of the situation, as well as answer more questions, once they were underway.

Now, Hedril sat in the Spartan mess hall of the Sydney-Class transport Tasmania, a ship that hadn’t left the Sol System in over thirty years, but which was the only one available to ferry the specialist team of forty to Starbase 170, and take them as well as the refugees back. The Tasmania afforded them space for counselling, debriefing and educating the refugees, and a few makeshift computer and sensor suites installed would help the scientists among them further study the Watson Fissure—as the anomaly had become classified.

In total, there were just eighty people onboard the transport, the operational crew making up the other half of the ships complement, a few of whom were in the mess hall. The replicators hadn’t been updated in the last three decades, and so the selection wasn’t extensive and the quality was poor compared to the devices used across the Federation now. Hedril had opted for a simple mug of camomile tea, having seen the responses some of her temporary shipmates had had to the food they’d asked for. The ship had taken on a large supply of ration packs and word had quickly spread among the crew to opt for them instead of replicated meals.

She had read through the theory behind the phenomena itself, not understanding all of it—she hadn’t majored in theoretical subspace physics after all—but grasping enough to know what they had gone through. From the report submitted by Commander Madden, the Yosemite had barely managed to escape from the fissure, and in the attempt they had lost two of the cadets on the training mission. She had then moved onto the list of officers and crew that had been recovered, and noted a few of the names she had learnt about at the Academy—Silva La Forge’s first contacts and Paul Rice’s tactics were both required reading for all freshmen cadets—most however she didn’t know. Included with each crew was a brief outline of what the Yosemite’s and SB170’s crews had managed to put together about the universes they came from.

One thing that she did find odd was that they were all from different times, spanning a century, and that for some of them life was drastically different. One crew had come from a reality where the Borg had invaded and the major powers of the quadrants were all but destroyed. At least I know why I am here, she realised. Those ten people would have experiences just like some of the officers and crew she had worked with on Earth, after spending years fighting a losing battle, seeing countless people killed or assimilated right in front of them. The stress had already gotten the best of one of the Cardassians in the group, who had tried to steal a runabout in order to escape.

She yawned, glanced at the chronometer and was surprised at how late it was. The Tasmania wouldn’t be at the station for five days, and she would have to check in with the senior counsellor in the morning to find out what cases she would be assigned, and would then need to spend the next few days readying herself for the work ahead. Dealing with highly traumatised patients was often as hard on the therapist as it was on the person they were trying to help. There were seven other counsellors on the specialist team, which meant they would all be getting a heavy workload.

Finishing her tea, she rose from the small table, set the mug back on the replicator to be recycled and headed for her quarters. This assignment would see her missing the Persephone at Spacedock 4, but given the complexity of the cases she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d miss out on the Nebula-Class ship altogether. Some of these people would need time to relax and open up, time to build up trust and respect, and the first few sessions would be crucial. Removing Hedril, or any of the others, would cause more harm than good. After her four years at the Academy, and then extra year at Starfleet Medical, she had been looking to get out into space. But if her responsibilities kept her on Earth for the time being, then that was something she would accept and would do her duty to help these people.

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Old September 8 2010, 08:23 PM   #7
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A logical next step. You had a few run-ons in the beginning( a personal peeve) but it was still readable. Let's see what happens to your new character when she meets the refugees....
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I'm glad you are following up the events from "Convergence."It will be interesting to see how these refugees from various universes adapt to their new reality. I doubt it will be an easy adjustment.

And, I have to wonder how this will tie into your teaser segment. Methinks there's more to this than a bunch of counselors spouting psycho-babble and drinking tea together as they prepare to help the arrivals on the Yosemite.

More, please.
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A logical next step. You had a few run-ons in the beginning( a personal peeve) but it was still readable. Let's see what happens to your new character when she meets the refugees....
I'll try to keep an eye on that in the future.
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Transient Quarters, Starbase 170
Rhiian System, Sector 20
Stardate 55055.6 (January 21st, 2378)

After the U.S.S. Yosemite had been towed into Starbase 170 by the starship Malinche, the stations security staff had escorted the ‘dimensional refugees’ to the infirmary to be completely checked out, and then onto the large complex of short-stay quarters the station had on level 96. There they stayed, with security posted throughout the sections they occupied, for their own safety.

Captain Silva La Forge, formerly the Commanding Officer of the U.S.S. Hera, was one of the lucky few offered a viewport in her quarters, at which she now stood and looked out into the blackness of space. Though she, of course, knew that she was no longer in her own reality, would never again her family, or her ship and crew, she still couldn’t quite believe it. Everything just looked and felt so similar, for the last five days she had woken up and it had taken several minutes for her to remember what had happened. She would be lying if she said it didn’t sadden her.

The door chimed.

“Come in,” she replied, staying where she was. Behind her the doors parted and she heard someone step over the threshold. Though she didn’t look back she knew who had come to see her. “Hello Commander.”

“Captain,” Martin Madden stated, his voice a little tense. “I thought I should tell you that the specialist team assigned to help have arrived.”

“On that old Sydney-Class ship?”

“Yes sir. Apparently it was the only transport available at such short notice.”

She turned to face him, a soft smile on her face. “So much for returning home in style.”

He gave her a smile of his own. “You could always hang on for something better?”

“There’s no telling when that might be. Besides, it might be fun to ‘rough it’ for a few days,” she moved away from the viewport to the small seating area. She gestured for him to join her. “Please sit Commander.”

“Thank you sir,” he replied, sitting down on the couch as she slipped into the overstuffed seat opposite. “How have you been? I meant to come by sooner, to see how things were going, but I just haven’t had the time until now.”

She waved off the apology. “I understand completely Commander. You’ve had reports to write, logs to submit, a ship to oversee and a crew that needs guidance following their losses,” she saw him wince at the last part, and her heart went out to the young man. “It’s not easy, losing your own.”

“No sir, its not.” There was a pause in their conversation and she made no move to fill it, she had been where he was, she knew that he would need to vent some of those feelings, and although they had only spoken a few times over the last five days, La Forge had come to like him and she wanted to help him out in whatever way she could.

“I’ve lost people before,” he began. “It’s how I became the First Officer of the Talos four years ago during the war. I’ve had to bury superiors, subordinates, friends, and far too many kids. But this it…it just feels different!”

“All those other times,” she told him, her voice so soft it was almost swallowed up in the room, “you may have sat in the big chair, or led the mission, but it was always under someone else’s orders. No matter what happened, the buck always stopped with someone above you. But the Yosemite was your ship Commander, that always makes it different.”

He nodded slowly, in an understanding manner. “You’re right. My first command and I lose two people, both of whom were too young to have led any kind of life.”

“But their deaths mean something Commander. They died protecting others. If there is such a thing as a ‘good death’, then it has to be sacrificing oneself to save the lives of others.” There was another pause, and she could see him mulling it over. Though he might not think so yet, he would come to realise that she was right. The pain he felt at the loss of two young and bright cadets would always be with him, but he could at least accept that known they had died upholding the pinnacle ideal of Starfleet—putting others before themselves, no matter the cost.

She looked over at the still active computer terminal on the desktop. “I’m dead,” she said simply.

He looked up at her, over to the computer and back again, before he hung his head slightly. “I know,” he looked back up at her. “I knew since the moment you came onboard. The disappearance of the Hera was pretty big news when it happened, and then when she was officially classified as lost just before the war, there was a feature on the Federation News Service about you and the crew. I just didn’t know how to tell you…or any of the others.”

“Yes. Seems rather curious that of the fifty people you saved that day, not a single one is alive anymore in this universe,” she mused. “It might be enough to make me believe in fate, or destiny or divine intervention.”

“But not quite.”

She laughed softly. “No, not quite. I’ll just chalk it up to random chance, in universes filled with infinite possibilities.”

“How are the others coping?”

“As well as can be expected, all things considered. I haven’t gotten to speak with all of the displaced yet. Some seem to be having a hard time thinking of themselves as both dead and alive, others are still in shock about what has happened, and a few seem happy to be away from a world where they are constantly fighting.”

“I can imagine it would be very difficult. But from what I was told, there are specialist trauma counsellors on the team for whoever should need them. Though everyone will need to go through a full psychological evaluation when they arrive.”

“I suspected as much,” she told him. The evaluations would only be part of the process. They would need to be fully debriefed, telling investigators and historians all about their own dimensions, so they could see how things were different, followed by an assessment of their abilities, retraining and recertification for all those that wanted to continue with their careers, before they could finally be assigned duties. From what she’d read about the Dominion War, Starfleet was still feeling its effects after four years. Recruitment was at an all-time low and experienced personnel were in short supply. This may not have been her universe or her Starfleet, but she was damned if she was simply going to turn her back on either. She had many years left in her before retirement, and she would make the most out of them, doing what she could to help out.

“How are things going with the Yosemite?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Repairs have been on hold until this team arrived, so that they could go over every millimetre of the ship. As a result, the Academy has pulled the cadets off of field training and wants them back on Earth ASAP. They will be given the choice to complete this assignment in a month or two. Which will probably be how long it will take to get the ship back into one piece and ready for another tour.”

“Will you be remaining with the ship to oversee the work?”

“Doubtful. It was only meant to be a temporary reassignment. With it cut short, I’ll probably be heading back to the Talos,” he said, though something about his tone seemed off. “Are you going to apply for active duty?” he asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Once I’ve spent some time with my family,” she told him, thinking about how Edward, Geordi and Ariana would deal with her ‘return from the grave’. From her perspective she had seen them all within the last three months, on whatever station or planet they happened to be near to, but for them, they had lost her eight years ago. It was going to be hard on all of them, and for a split second she had considered not doing so—after all she wasn’t their wife or mother and they weren’t her husband or children—but to avoid them would have been like running away from the matter, and Silva La Forge wasn’t a woman who turned away from tough situations.

“Well,” Madden said rising, “I’d better go get the cadets organised. They’ll be joining you onboard the Tasmania, and I want to make sure they’re alright before they depart.”

“Of course Commander. As I understand, we’ll be here for a day or two before heading back to Earth, feel free to drop by anytime.”

“Thank you Captain. I’ll hopefully see you later then.” He stepped out into the corridor and left her alone once again.

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A very poignant meeting between Captain LaForge and Commander Madden. I'd wondered about LaForge and how she would deal with her "death." All in all, she seems to be dealing with this new reality quite well - a testament to her experience and character. Meeting her new/old family might be a different story, however.
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A very poignant meeting between Captain LaForge and Commander Madden. I'd wondered about LaForge and how she would deal with her "death." All in all, she seems to be dealing with this new reality quite well - a testament to her experience and character. Meeting her new/old family might be a different story, however.
That's pretty much how I envisioned this story, looking at the emotional responses and consquences of fifty people returning from the dead, and how they deal with family, friends and try to fit in again.

I've never done anything like this before, so it's uncharted teritory for me and may take a little longer than the others. More to follow in the near future.

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Specialist Team Temporary Headquarters, Starbase 170
Rhiian System, Sector 20
Stardate 55055.9 (January 21st, 2378)

The initial meetings had gone smoothly, which was just the way Andrea Curtin liked. She prided herself on ensuring things ran smoothly, where it was organising the library and records aboard the Othello, co-ordinating fleet logistics on Deep Space 2, organising and managing Admiral Dougherty’s diary and meetings, or now in her new post as Administrations Manager at Starfleet Operations on Earth (where she oversaw the clerks and yeomen that saw to all the intricate paperwork that was essential to the smooth running of the department). She had been handpicked by Admiral Rollman to oversee the mission, and she was going to make sure that everything went without a hitch as much as possible.

Her team had been distributed, in order to make use of their talents. The scientists and engineers would be going over the Yosemite, thoroughly scanning the ship and double checking the cadets’ findings, gathering as much data on the effects of anomaly as they could. The historians and computer specialists would be going over the computer records salvaged from two of the shuttles, comparing what they found with the chronology of their own universe—which would be added to as they interviewed the displaced. The doctors and counsellors would be drawing up appointments for all fifty people, so as to fully assess their physical and mental health—something that would be more serious in some of them than in others. Whilst Temporal Investigations were getting into everything, but they were the specialists when it came to dealing with people who were displaced in time, being displaced in space was a logical progression for them.

Curtis received reports and updates from each team frequently, as they set about their tasks. For group put together so quickly, they were working remarkably well together—a testament to their professionalism and work ethic.

She had just finished reviewing the sensor logs from the Yosemite when her combadge chirped. Without taking her attention away from the screen she tapped her badge and said, “Curtis here. Go ahead.”

“It’s Doctor O’Connell here. We have a problem in transient quarters, level 96, section Charlie.”

That was the location where the ‘refugees’ had been housed since the Yosemite had docked. “What is it Doctor?” she asked the team’s CMO.

“I think you need to get over here Commander. Cabin 7988.”

Immediately, Curtis was on her feet and heading out of the office she had been given use of since getting to Starbase 170. “I’m on my way Doctor. I will be there in a few moments. Curtis out.” Her office and the other temporary facilities they had been allowed access to were also on level 96, though in section Bravo. It took her the better part of ten minutes at a brisk pace to get to 96-C-7988. She wasn’t sure who occupied the quarters, as she hadn’t yet gotten around to memorising the cabin allocations. All the quarters in section Charlie were all single-occupancy as well, which didn’t help to narrow down the list.

Rounding a junction, she saw two of the station security guards at the door, and a number of medtechs and security personnel coming and going. She marched up to the door and stepped inside. The living space was neat and tidy, with non-descript paintings on the bulkheads, a bowl of fruit on the small glass dining table and a couple of potted plants on sideboards and shelves. The team of security and medical specialists were running scans and holophotos, as a couple of engineers were looking over the replicator and computer terminal. The centre of commotion was in the bedroom. She stepped into the room.

Lying on the bed, looking quite peaceful was a Tiburonian male, dressed in a simple long grey robe, with no obvious signs of trauma. Doctor O’Connell and a lieutenant commander from security stood near the body, whilst to one side another security officer and Counsellor Hedril, from the team, spoke with another lieutenant in blue.

“What happened?” Curtis asked the room. Everyone around her quietened down and looked at her.

“It’s Crewman T’Lor,” O’Connell stated. “It looks like he committed suicide sir.”

“How?”

“I’m still trying to determine that sir,” the physician admitted. “I’ll have to conduct an autopsy to determine cause and time of death.”

“Any idea as to why?” O’Connell shrugged his shoulders, and then the lieutenant standing with Hedril cleared his throat. She looked at him and then at the other man he was speaking to. The Cairn member of her team stood quietly, arms folded, looking over the room and the people in it with a quiet intensity. “Yes?”

“This is Counsellor Reyes sir. He was assigned to conduct the initial assessment of Crewman T’Lor,” the security officer stated. Reyes wasn’t on her team, and from the look of him, he was obviously someone who’d advanced quickly through the ranks—most likely because he was in the right place at the right time and not through experience.

“What can you tell me Lieutenant Reyes?”

“As I said to Shumar sir,” Reyes said with a gestured to the security officer, “I’d met with the crewman when he first came aboard. He was quiet and shaken up by what had happened—they all were. We talked about his record in our reality, and seemed numbed by the news that he had been killed in action six years ago in the Gamma Quadrant. I told him that I was available if he needed to talk some more, and how you were on your way and a specialist therapist would be assigned to him.”

“Did he contact you again?” she asked.

“Negative Commander. I’d have to check with the other counsellors on staff to see if he met with any of them, but I never heard from him again.”

Before she could ask anymore, O’Connell spoke up, “Sir, I have something odd here.”

She moved closer to the body, aware of all eyes watching her. O’Connell was looking over the prone body of the dimensionally displaced crewman, he had the robe open and was scrutinising something on the dead mans chest. At the side of the bed, she had a better angle and could see a strange tattoo on his right pectoral; it was a series of four circles, each one with an icon in the middle. It was a design she recognised.

“What does it mean?”

“I don’t know Commander,” O’Connell replied, as Hedril moved closer to him and looked down at the body, her blonde ponytail falling over her shoulder, though still far enough away so as to not contaminate the scene. She looked at it for a moment and then up at Curtis.

“He was Nal’Kei,” she said simply.

Curtin looked at O’Connell and the strong silent-type lieutenant commander by his side. Both of them shook their heads. “Care to explain?”

“The Nal’Kei are a small religious order on Tiburon, only a few thousand members. Their beliefs don’t include an afterlife or reincarnation, or any kind of eternal life. They see their physical existence as being all there is, and that its end is final. They believe that their lives are singular and significant,” she looked Curtis straight in the eye. “Finding out that in this universe he is dead would have been an affront to all that the Nal’Kei teach.”

“But this was a second chance for him,” stated O’Connell.

She turned her gaze to him. “For the Nal’Kei there are no second chances Doctor.”

“There was nothing in his service jacket about belonging to a cult,” Reyes quickly said, sounding defensive.

“It’s not a ‘cult’ sir. He may not have been a Nal’Kei in our reality, but he was in theirs. We have no way of knowing how their individual lives differ from the lives of the men and women that lived in this universe.”

Curtis nodded. “Agreed Lieutenant. I believe that the teams’ counsellors will have a lot of work ahead of them. Inform the others of this development, and being monitoring them closely. I do not want another suicide!”

“Aye sir,” Hedril replied and quickly headed off to inform her superiors and peers.

“Doctor, I want a full report ASAP,” she ordered before casting a hard look at Reyes, and then heading out of T’Lor’s quarters. She hated the idea of writing up this report. Not only on the job for a day, and they had already lost one of the people they had been sent to help. she just hoped that there wouldn’t be any others.

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Old September 10 2010, 07:52 PM   #14
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What a sad development. No doubt other refugees will likewise consider taking their lives rather than dealing with a new and strange reality.

I'm actually more intrigued with those whose counterparts are still alive in the alpha universe. Though a different cause, I'm thinking of the Will/Tom Riker incident.

I'm really enjoying this story-line!
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Sad but predictable. No way they are all going to cope well...
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