This tale is a look at a man many of us love to hate--and many of us come to feel for, and root for. A question I often asked myself is, "What made this man what he is? What caused him to do the things he has done?"
Part of the inspiration for this thing came from the latter two episodes of DS9 that he appeared in. You may remember, in those episodes, there were times that we could catch a glimpse of genuine sadness and regret in his eyes--particularly in the last one, when he addresses his family (albiet not for real).
Not including this intro, the word count is approx. 4,575. Please hold you're comments until you see the concluding statement.
Thanks for reading--and enjoy!
He stood there, at the entrance to the cemetery—for how long, he could not be certain. He stared at the many plaques and markers within—symbols of the end of life.
In his hand he held a bouquet of roses—golden…like her hair....
No…he had to go in. It was no use walking away—no use staying at the entrance. And yet…after all these years, he thought, I cannot face this with a straight face…I can’t….
He swallowed, and entered.
He walked for what seemed like miles, past graves dating back to the 22nd Century…back to the founding of the Federation…and a few decades before. There was a division for those who had died in the Romulan War…and over there were those who perished in the conflict with the Cardassians…and there was a new section, larger than all the others, and still growing, for those natives of Earth…who perished in the ongoing war against the Dominion....
His destination, however, wasn’t in any such division. The inhabitant of the grave he sought didn’t die in a war—not exactly.
He finally found it—just like he remembered, last time he came.
It was a stone slab, upright, just like the others surrounding it. There was some special embroidery on it, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the inscription on the stone:
He’d written the inscription himself…all those years ago…after it happened. That little sentence…had been all he could write. Anything else…wouldn’t have worked. Had he tried to write all she had ever meant to him…and how much he had loved her… whatever he wrote would never do it justice.
He knelt by the grave, laid the roses at the base of the marker…and clasped the stone…with both hands....
May it be said that your passing had a reason….
It had been so senseless—so pointless. And the worst part was…he could have stopped it.
They…could have stopped it.
But they didn’t…they couldn’t.
And the worst part was…it was all his fault.
May it be said that your passing had a reason….
He bowed his head, fighting the tears, struggling to never let them come. He knew that if he broke…it would be a long time before he could regain what strength he possessed.
And then, when he had succeeded in the suppression, Director Luther Sloan of Section 31 raised his head…fixed his eyes on the name of his wife....
And remembered….
Part of the inspiration for this thing came from the latter two episodes of DS9 that he appeared in. You may remember, in those episodes, there were times that we could catch a glimpse of genuine sadness and regret in his eyes--particularly in the last one, when he addresses his family (albiet not for real).
Not including this intro, the word count is approx. 4,575. Please hold you're comments until you see the concluding statement.
Thanks for reading--and enjoy!
Star Trek
Section 31
Section 31
"Passing of Value"
He stood there, at the entrance to the cemetery—for how long, he could not be certain. He stared at the many plaques and markers within—symbols of the end of life.
In his hand he held a bouquet of roses—golden…like her hair....
No…he had to go in. It was no use walking away—no use staying at the entrance. And yet…after all these years, he thought, I cannot face this with a straight face…I can’t….
He swallowed, and entered.
He walked for what seemed like miles, past graves dating back to the 22nd Century…back to the founding of the Federation…and a few decades before. There was a division for those who had died in the Romulan War…and over there were those who perished in the conflict with the Cardassians…and there was a new section, larger than all the others, and still growing, for those natives of Earth…who perished in the ongoing war against the Dominion....
His destination, however, wasn’t in any such division. The inhabitant of the grave he sought didn’t die in a war—not exactly.
He finally found it—just like he remembered, last time he came.
It was a stone slab, upright, just like the others surrounding it. There was some special embroidery on it, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the inscription on the stone:
R.I.P.
Jessica Sloan
2324—2261
May it be said that your passing had a reason.
Jessica Sloan
2324—2261
May it be said that your passing had a reason.
He’d written the inscription himself…all those years ago…after it happened. That little sentence…had been all he could write. Anything else…wouldn’t have worked. Had he tried to write all she had ever meant to him…and how much he had loved her… whatever he wrote would never do it justice.
He knelt by the grave, laid the roses at the base of the marker…and clasped the stone…with both hands....
May it be said that your passing had a reason….
It had been so senseless—so pointless. And the worst part was…he could have stopped it.
They…could have stopped it.
But they didn’t…they couldn’t.
And the worst part was…it was all his fault.
May it be said that your passing had a reason….
He bowed his head, fighting the tears, struggling to never let them come. He knew that if he broke…it would be a long time before he could regain what strength he possessed.
And then, when he had succeeded in the suppression, Director Luther Sloan of Section 31 raised his head…fixed his eyes on the name of his wife....
And remembered….
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