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ST: Independence - "The Toltec"

CHAPTER 4

Supplemental
USS Independence, Executive Officer’s Quarters
In Orbit of Maluria VID


The weight of the room – the very air – was made dense and thick as Ethan entered his home. The boys had been playing on the floor with some type of board game. Upon seeing their father, they paused.

Jeff, the oldest boy, got up. “I don’t want to play anymore. That game is stupid anyway.” He just barely glanced at his dad as he turned and retreated to the isolation of his room.

The six-year old, Paul, remained. He looked up at his father with innocent, blissfully ignorant eyes.

Ethan knew what would come next. Paul would ask him the same question he asked nearly every time they crossed paths. ‘Wanna play with me, Dad?’ He dreaded the question. He wanted to reply, ‘You don’t want to play with me, Paul. I’m a horrible person. You don’t want to have anything to do with me. You don’t want to be like me. Find yourself another role model.’

Paul asked the question.

The Independence XO uttered, “I uh…I don’t know how to play, sorry.”

“It’s an easy game,” the boy persisted. “I’ll teach you.”

“Not now.”

Paul fussed and crossed his arms. He mumbled in protest, “You never play with me.” His eyes began to water. The six year old made a good effort to hold the tears in.

He wanted to comfort Paul. Ethan crouched down and reached for his son, but stopped himself before making contact. Instead, he pulled away. His eyes began to water as well. He offered, “I’m sorry, Paul.” He stood and looked down at the boy, “I’m sorry for a lot of things.”

Ethan walked out.

*****

Supplemental
USS Independence, Deck Six
In Orbit of Maluria VID


For a few minutes, Windslow wondered the ship. He hoped to walk it off. It didn’t work. The stares he got, the incriminating glances. They all seemed to say, ‘You’re worthless! You disgust me! Pathetic. What the hell are you doing in that uniform? Why do you deserve to live? You killed them. Do us all a favor…’

His track turned. The former captain went down a rarely used corridor. It led to the port nacelle control room. The area usually didn’t require manning.

The shielded hatch to the control room slid open. The lights turned on as he entered. The area had two levels. He stepped slowly up the ladder to the upper platform. Once he reached the top, he went over to a computer panel inlaid in the bulkhead. When he touched it, a second, heavily shielded door opened in front of him. A warning klaxon sounded for a moment.

Beyond the door, Ethan looked upon a cavernous area, which was the interior of the warp nacelle. A stream of super-heated plasma flowed just below him and down the entire length of the nacelle.

It wouldn’t take much, he thought to himself. Just release the forcefield and take a step. It wouldn’t even be painful. The nerves wouldn’t have time to relay the pain impulses to his brain. The plasma would reduce him to atoms in a fraction of a second.

He stared blankly at his escape. Could he do it? Sure the boys would miss him for a while, but they’d get over it. Hell, he’d barely been in their lives for the last two years anyway. In the end, it’d be better for them.

His mind grew numb as he watched to flow of violet, glowing plasma.

An irksome sound forced him back. The sound of his wife followed, “Susan Windslow to Ethan Windslow.”

She hailed him a second time.

Finally, he tapped his compin, “Yes.”

“I was just wondering when you were coming home. The boys are about to go to bed.”

He thought…felt for a few seconds. “I’m just finishing up. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Ok.”

Slowly, Ethan turned to the control panel and shut the shielded hatch. He said to no one, “I am a coward.” After a long sigh, he climbed back down the ladder and exited the room. The lights faded as the door closed behind him.

*****

Supplemental
USS Independence, Security Officer’s Quarters
In Orbit of Maluria VID

Nicole Chase’s quarters hadn’t been used in a month. She could be found in Karim’s quarters during most of her off hours.

She woke up. The sheets next to her were ruffled, but no one was there. The blonde groggily got up. It was cold once she got out from under the covers, so she grabbed Karim’s uniform jacket and put it on her bare body. She didn’t bother zipping it up.

Nicole had a bad case of bed hair. She saw a light from the living room and found Kairm reading a book on the couch. He saw her and smiled gently. She crunched up her brow and asked, “What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he began. “I some times have insomnia, so I read to focus my mind.”

She walked up to him gratified that he seemed to appreciate her attire, or lack thereof. She cuddled next to him, “So what are you reading?”

“Oh,” he looked at the relatively modern reprint. The art of making actual books hadn’t quite died, yet. “It’s the Tibetan Book of the Dead.”

“Sounds lovely,” she jested. She leaned closer and read a passage,

“To the Divine Body of Truth, the Incomprehensible, Boundless Light;
To the Divine Body of Perfect Endowment, Who are the Lotus and the Peaceful and the Wrathful Deities;
To the Lotus-born Incarnation, Padma Sambhava, who is the Protector of all sentient beings;
To the Gurus, the Three Bodies, obeisance.”

She looked to Karim for an explanation of what she had just read.

He had never really let her into this part of his life, or anyone else for that matter. It wasn’t something he shared, not even with Kimula or Sintina. They knew he was a student of religion and spirituality. They didn’t know his motivation. It was more than simply acedemic curiosity. The search was his…just his. He placated her with, “It’d be difficult to explain.” He closed the book and kissed her. “Besides,” he continued, “Seeing you in that jacket makes me think it’s time to go back to bed.”

She grinned coyly, “You like it, do you?”

“Let me show you how much I like it.”

He leaned her back on the couch.

*****

Supplemental
USS Independence, Executive Officer’s Quarters
In Orbit of Maluria VID


The dark of his quarters parted as the light from the corridor flooded in. The light ended a moment later.

Ethan surmised everyone had gone to bed. It was quiet. He could hear the hum of the warp core. He crossed his arms and walked toward the windows. He couldn’t see the moon they orbited from this side of the ship. The infinite void greeted him. It didn’t judge him; nor did it console him. It was simply there.

He heard footfalls. It was Susan. He didn’t confirm his suspicions by looking at her.

“I was wondering when you would come in,” she said quietly.

Still, he didn’t look at her, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t.”

Somehow that darkness and the stars had calmed both of them. There was no tension in the room.

Susan breathed softly. “Well,” she began, “good night.”

“How would you feel if I left Starfleet?” he blurted.

The bluntness of the question caught her off guard. After she recovered, she asked, “Is that what you want to do?”

“Something needs to change,” he said. “I can’t go on like this.”

Susan, wearing a nightgown, walked closer, “I suppose we could go back to Earth. I’m sure there are several civilian organizations that could use your engineering skills.” She added, “If that what you really want.”

Ethan entered the academy when he was seventeen. His whole childhood revolved around building starships. It was all he ever wanted to do. Starfleet granted him his wish.

His happiest years were at Utopia Planitia. He was married to a wonderful, loving woman full of life; Jeff was born there; and he was living his dream. He tried to get reassigned there, but the current CO denied his request.

He looked over to Susan. For the first time he became aware of how tired she looked. Sure it was late, but it was more than that. Some of the life he so loved in her all those years ago had faded. He, he realized, was the cause.

Ethan recalled, “There are some civilian shipyards in orbit. I could apply to them.”

“You could,” she concurred, but she wasn’t convinced he was seriously thinking about it. She found a way to prompt him, “Maybe you should sleep on it.”

He got her message. “Alright. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Not sure whether to add another point or not, she paused. Then, Susan returned to the bedroom.

Again, Ethan stared out at the stars. He was truly torn. The only thing he knew for sure was, something deep inside him was about to break.

END OF CHAPTER 4
 
Really like the pace and mood of this. A topic matter for the character of Windslow that requires a deft touch and careful exploration. keep it up
 
This guy's a wreck. He'd better notice the gal in front of him or he's gonna end up alone and cold....
 
Very depressive story so far. And not just for Windslow's self-pity and dark thoughts but also thanks to the return of Chase.

This is quite a departure from your usual fare. But very well executed. Kudos.
 
I am going against the popular view here by saying that I have had enough of the Winslow story. It was interesting and compelling in the beginning, but now it just feels as if every single crew member is just repeating the same thing over and over: I don't like Winslow because he directly caused the death of his men.

Even in this day and age, it is well documented that despite all the training, some soldiers still freeze the first time they encounter a real combat situation. Even if a large majority of Starfleet look down on Winslow's action, surely there are some who would sympathize or at least understand the burden of command?

Sorry, I like the Winslow character but I feel that his arc is just an infinite loop at this point, and I am a little disappointed by that.
 
Well, we've seen Windslow as he was crashing and burning and as he has pretty much recovered, so I think it's only appropriate to see him at ground zero--which is where he's at now and what exactly kicked him in gear and back on an upward path.
 
Yes, we never saw the internal struggle that prompted Windslow to continue serving in Starfleet the first time around. I myself am enjoying this look into his troubled and tormented past.

This was a very melancholy and well paced couple of chapters. Nicely done. :bolian:
 
You guys are right, my gripe isn't with The Toltec, but with the past 2 or 3 stories where every single crew member, every starship captain dislikes Winslow. It just strikes me as very unnatural given that the Federation is supposed to be a more "enlightened" civilization.

Even with Tom Paris, Janeway at least gave him a chance to change, and he had Ensign Kim as a friend.
 
You guys are right, my gripe isn't with The Toltec, but with the past 2 or 3 stories where every single crew member, every starship captain dislikes Winslow. It just strikes me as very unnatural given that the Federation is supposed to be a more "enlightened" civilization.

Even with Tom Paris, Janeway at least gave him a chance to change, and he had Ensign Kim as a friend.
But remember, Tom Paris was a junior officer who messed up and finally came clean to clear his conscience.

Windslow was a man who had accepted the assignment of starship captain, arguably the most sacred duty in all of Starfleet. He broke and ran from the enemy, leaving his crew behind to be butchered. Then he had to be court-martialed before he'd admit the truth of what happened.

The service can forgive a great many things, as Ensign Ro learned. There is no absolution for cowardice compounded by lies from a starship commander.
 
I am going against the popular view here by saying that I have had enough of the Winslow story. It was interesting and compelling in the beginning, but now it just feels as if every single crew member is just repeating the same thing over and over...

Sorry, I like the Winslow character but I feel that his arc is just an infinite loop at this point, and I am a little disappointed by that.


I thought of that also. Trust me after this, some other characters will be coming to the forefront. This story is something that *should have* been posted long ago, so I understand the 'Windslow overload' you're having. As the story progesses, it will be less about him and more about larger ideas.
 
CHAPTER 5

Stardate: 53609.2 (11 Aug 2376)
USS Independence, Conference Lounge
In Orbit of Maluria VID


Captain Aurelia walked in with a glass of orange juice. Her senior staff paused their loitering around the table. She greeted them with, “Ok people, let’s get to it.”

They all assumed their seats.

Sintina took a sip; then, ordered, “Report.”

The briefing opened up with the security status. Bin Nadal informed them, “At the moment, I’ve detected no other vessels in the system other than the Rhode Island. But that could change quickly. There are several ships, including Nausicaan, within five light years.”

The young Vulcan engineer, Jinal, took his turn, “The repairs to the mining station are now on schedule, Captain. They should be complete in five more days.”

“Some of the miners,” volunteered Kimula, “on the other hand, are still demanding to leave and are effectively on strike.”

Aurelia shrugged indifferently, “Not our problem. Those are civilian workers.”

“I’ve read,” began Jinal, “Starfleet is beginning to reprogram Emergency Medical Holograms to mine. Perhaps that could be a solution in this case.”

Still apathetic, the captain, offered, “You can make that recommendation to Captain Killian. He’s taking the lead in that department.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The Arkonian doctor chimed in, “There were a few minor injuries to our engineering detachment, due to a cave-in. The details are in my report.”

Aurelia scrolled down on the padd for a moment. The brief silence emphasized that fact that Windslow had said nothing so far. He seemed to understand how little his opinion carried weight and so, didn’t offer it.

The captain looked to bin Nadal, who was no longer her first officer, “What about that colony on the second planet?”

The Persian made a quick glance at Windslow before responding, “Well, we have two options: wait to investigate it until the repairs are complete, or take a shuttle.”

The disgraced first officer spoke while examining the glass table, “I recommend waiting. There’s no need to take the risk of a chance encounter with a Nausicaan raider.”

The observation was valid and prudent. However, the source immediately nullified the suggestion in Aurelia’s mind. Outwardly, she ignored the remark. Again, she looked to Karim, “What do you think?”

He shifted his weight slightly, “There is a risk, but I think it’s manageable. If we take the Luger, we should be able to outmaneuver them, should we encounter any raiders. We can also deploy a communications buoy, since we’ll be on the far side of the star.”

“I don’t think we should delay, Captain,” voiced the reptilian doctor, “If the Nausicaans hit that colony, we have to determine their needs as well.”

Aurelia considered, but truth be told, her prejudice toward Windslow soured her judgment. “I’d rather multitask if I can. Besides, we have a schedule to keep. Karim, take the runabout to the second planet.”

Bin Nadal nodded in acknowledgement and added, “I’d like to have a small team. We’ll treat it as a reconnaissance mission.”

“Fine, who do you want?”

The security chief saw an opportunity. He knew Sintina wouldn’t like it, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Windslow shouldn’t be snubbed like this, he thought. “I’d like to take Doctor Zo’Kama and Commander Windslow.”

The captain shot daggers at her friend. He was trying to make another of his goddamned points…or was he just trying to get him out of her hair for a few days? She looked around at all the expectant faces. This moment would indicate to them how Windslow would be treated under her command. The first officer, himself, acted as if he were totally ignorant of the ensuing power play on his behalf. She crossed her arms and leaned back. In the end, she relented, “Leave as soon as you’re ready.” She glanced around, “Anything else? No; then, dismissed.”

*****

Supplemental
Runabout Luger
En Route to Maluria II


The preflight and launch were done with a minimal of talking. Bin Nadal sat in the pilot’s seat, Windslow in the co-pilot’s, the doctor sat at the station aft of the XO. It didn’t take long, however, for Doctor Zo’Kama to cut to the quick.

She observed quite matter-of-factly, “I’m impressed by your actions Commander bin Nadal. Standing up for Commander Windslow took duranium plated testacies.”

Karim smirked at the comment. Ethan didn’t.

The first officer picked up on the point, “Why did you do that anyway? Pity?”

“Sir,” he began, but his words failed him. He continued with, “I just don’t think you should be treated like that. You are still a first officer and the rank deserves respect, even if the person…” He caught himself. Letting the sentence linger only made the omission more pronounced.

“…Even if the person doesn’t,” Ethan finished.

Bin Nadal unnecessarly rechecked his display.

“There is a saying on Arkonia,” offered Zo’Kama, “Respect depends on the opinions of others; and often, the opinions of others isn’t worth much.”

Windslow swiveled backwards a bit and gave her a faint grin of appreciation.

*****

Supplemental
USS Independence, Schoolroom
In Orbit of Maluria VID


There were only six children aboard the Independence, ranging from 3 to 15 Terran years old. The oldest, Elizabeth “Liz” Fulton, was the daughter of an enlisted engineer. Jeff and the doctor’s daughter, Zo’Kala, were roughly the same age. Paul made fast friends with Keagan Coulter, the only other child that had both parents on ship. Little Janie Calloway-Giles rounded out the group.

One good thing about a group this small was there was an adult for nearly every child. Susan was the only certified educator, but volunteering to help was encouraged. Ensign Juan Guerrero Macías, the head nurse, came in when he could. Keagan’s mother, who also served as the ship’s tailor and cosmetologist, was there, unless she had an appointment. A few other crew members assisted as their duties permitted.

Susan gestured Paul and Jeff to her desk. She explained, “I just got done talking to your father. He’ll be on assignment for the next few days.”

Immediately, the younger son protested, “Is he already gone? He didn’t even say bye!”

Jeff, on the other hand, was painfully stoic. He shrugged and went back to his studies.

Mrs. Windslow placed her hands on her son. She said, “I’m sure he was just in a rush, that’s all,” knowing it was a lie.

The boy wiped away a tear, “I just miss him.”

She hug him, “I miss him too, sweety. I miss him too.”

END OF CHAPTER 5
 
No question--Windslow's at ground zero here and it's looking like he's about to lose everything. Soon, he's going to have to make a choice--either to continue to wallow in self-pity or to pull himself out.
 
I guess the real problem with Windslow at this point is that he's just given up. He doesn't care anymore, not about what other's think of him, possibly not even if he lives or dies. This is very dangerous for man in his position.

Let's see if something or someone can change this defeatist attitude before he gets anyone else into serious trouble.
 
CHAPTER 6

Supplemental
USS Independence, Counselor’s Office
In Orbit of Maluria VID


Kimula listened to the trickle of the water with her eyes closed. She was in between sessions. She never found a better relaxation technique than to sit quietly and simply hear the constant flow of droplets fall.

Despite the serenity, her mind started back up again. Sintina had talked to her earlier. Her friend and captain dropped a not-so-subtle hint about evaluating Commander Windslow. Aurelia had a legitimate concern for the subject…but it wasn’t concern for him that prompted her request. It was spite.

It put Kimula in an uncomfortable position. She knew Sintina wanted him deemed unfit for service...and maybe he was. If her evaluation didn’t come to that conclusion, however, a frost would form on Sintina. It wouldn’t be the first time Kimula had annoyed her, though. Their friendship had survived worse, but it wouldn’t be pleasant for a week or so.

The familiar tones of the door chime sounded. The Andorian’s eyes popped open and she sat up, “Enter.”

Susan Windslow leaned in and offered a quick wave of greeting.

Kimula waved her in, “Susan, come in. Come in.”

The German woman took a seat in one of the very plush chairs. She started with a sigh.

“How’s things?” prompted the counselor. She recalled her two previous family sessions with the Windslows. It was like pulling teeth just to convince Ethan to participate. When they finally sat down together, Kimula could barely pry a few words out of the commander, or his oldest son, for that matter. Susan, on the other hand, seemed desperate to work through the issues. Some progress was made before Ethan’s court-martial; but once it started, he distanced himself more than ever. She could tell from Susan’s expression, that that pattern was continuing.

Mrs. Windslow looked defeated, at a loss. She said calmly, “Do you think I’m wasting my time?”

The Andorian leaned on the armrest, “I told you before, only you can answer that.”

“I…I just keep hoping he’ll get over it. That he’ll become more like the person he was. He really was a great father and husband before the war. I…I know you’ve never seen that man.” She drifted off for a moment and added, “I loved that man.”

Kimula had come to understand a few things about Susan. She was driven. She was kind, perhaps to a fault. She was desperately trying to regain a sense of normalcy for her and her family. She also didn’t like to admit defeat. The Andorian prefaced with, “I’m not saying we’re to this point, yet; but I’d like you to consider something.” She went on, “There comes a point of diminishing returns. When the effort you put into repairing something simply isn’t worth it.”

“Are you saying I should leave him?” asked Susan with an undercurrent of anger.

The Andorian raised a hand, “No, no. I’m not saying that.” She reworded, “I’m just saying, as much as you want to fix it…as much as you need to fix it, you can’t.”

The comment was perceived as a near insult to Susan.

“There is only one person who can fix Ethan,” continued Kimula, “and that’s Ethan. He has to want to. We can try to persuade him, but that’s all.”

A single tear dropped from Susan’s face and hit her blouse. She didn’t like reality thrown in her face like that, but nor could she deny it.

Kimula pressed on, “You have to consider your own well being and those of your children.”

Susan replied coarsely, “I know that.”

The room was tight for a moment.

“Once Commander Windslow returns from his mission,” stated the counselor, “I’m going to order – not request – him to see me on a regular basis.” She went on, “I’d like to see you, Paul, and Jeffery separately first a few times and then bring you all together as a family. Would you be open to that?”

Looking at the blue carpet, she nodded.

*****

Supplemental
Runabout Luger
Near Maluria II


The trip was a very long eight hours. Near the system’s star, they deployed a communications buoy. If they did run into trouble, at least they’d be able to call for help.

Doctor Zo’Kama was running scans long before Lieutenant Commander bin Nadal guided the vessel into the planet’s atmosphere. She detected nearly 6,000 human life signs. They were scattered between about a dozen small settlements, all within 100 kilometers.

Windslow discovered something more while the cabin began to light up red from the intense friction and fire outside. He ran the analysis again to make sure. He said, still not quite believing it, “There’s a Neptune class ship down there.”

The information was lost on the doctor, but the tactical officer looked back for a moment in astonishment, “An Earth Starfleet Neptune class?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

The Persian didn’t want to return to his controls, but forced himself. He commented, “There hasn’t been a Neptune in service since the founding of the Federation.”

A twinge of excitement could be heard in Windslow’s voice, “And they could only go warp 2…2.3 at the most.” He tapped in some data into his console, “It would’ve taken them nearly seven years to get here.”

Karim added, “At warp seven, it’d only take a month to get to Earth from here.” He shook his head, “The trip must have been awful on that small ship.”

“Only the hull is left,” reported the first officer, “it’s been scavenged over.”

The inferno beyond the deflector shield ended, yielding to a clear, blue sky. Bin Nadal turned aft with a twinkle in his eye, “Permission to do a flyby, sir.”

Ethan couldn’t help but grin just a bit. The captain made it clear bin Nadal was to led the mission. It seemed the security officer had no intention of enforcing that order. Beyond that, he was an engineer. The chance to see a ship from 200 years ago would make any engineer giddy, even if it was just a hulk. He nodded slightly, “Granted.”

*****

Supplemental
Near Human Settlements
Maluria II


As it happened, there was a settlement just about a kilometer way from the old Earth starship. The vessel had landed in a clearing. It probably hadn’t moved since then. Weeds grew up the landing struts. The crudely built ship was little more than a hull, rounded on the forward side, with two nacelles attached to it. One of them was missing. After spending a few minutes gawking at the simply designed vessel, the team pulled themselves away and began walking toward the nearest village.

They grabbed some equipment from the runabout before venturing forth. Windslow and Karim each took a type-II phaser, a tricorder, and a canteen. The Arkonian had a type-I phaser, a medical kit and a canteen full not of water, but ta’rat’ush, a brown fluid that life on her planet was based upon.

The terrain was beautiful. Hills rolled lazily as far as the eye could see. All of it was covered in hip-high grasses. Patches of tress dotted the area as well. It was around 25 degrees Celsius with a moderate wind. In the distance, the away team saw a herd of what vaguely resembled woolly rhinos of pre-historic Earth.

Within a short time, they stumbled upon cultivated soil. Sprouts of some sort were growing in rows. All three Starfleet officers instinctively avoided stepping on the small plants.

They headed for an adobe-style house. As they approached, they noticed a man knelling down in the dirt. He was working in a much smaller garden. The man had his back turned to them. He was wearing a straw sun hat and what appeared to be hemp or linen clothing.

Bin Nadal gestured for Windslow and Zo’Kama to stop several meters away from the man. The Persian directed his voice to the man, “Wonderful day to do some gardening.”

The human male turned back. He was around sixty years old with a light complexion. His blue eyes twinkled with life and joy. He smiled widely upon seeing the Starfleet officers. There was no surprise in his face. He welcomed them like old friends, “Why, namasté, visitors!” He got to his feet and stepped forward. He bowed, as is custom in East Asian societies on Earth; though, he wasn’t Asian.

The tactical officer didn’t hesitate to bow in return. Windslow followed his lead. The reptilian doctor did so rather clumsily.

Commander Windslow introduced the team, “I’m Lieutenant Commander Ethan Windslow of the USS Independence. This is Commander Zo’Kama, our doctor. And Lieutenant Commander Karim bin Nadal.”

The man curtsied to each and said, “The name I use is Neale.” He walked up closer to Zo’Kama and examined her a bit. She didn’t give it a second thought and didn’t recoil. “I’ve never seen this type of body before. Does it serve you well?”

The odd phrasing of the question caused Ethan and Karim to share a look.

Zo’Kama, on the other hand, answered without missing a beat, “It does.”

Neale stepped back, satisfied, “Well, that’s desirable.” He gestured to the house, “Will you choose to consume a drink or some food?”

“Um…” began Windslow, “No…but thank you.”

“Just as well,” stated Zo’Kama, “food from this world is toxic to me.”

“Only to your body,” Neale gently corrected.

Again the wording Neale used caused them to hesitate. Windslow suggested, “Would you be willing to guide us to the…governing body of this colony?”

Neale cocked his head, “Well, there is no permanent government, really.” He shrugged, “I will call a council meeting, if you desire.”

“I don’t know if all that is necessary,” offered bin Nadal.

Windslow began to feel in charge again, “It’d be the best way to assess the needs of the colony.” He looked at the middle-aged man, “How quickly could it organized?”

He responded with no sense of urgency, “The meeting could be held tomorrow morning.” Neale added, “But we have no needs.”

“Can you speak for the whole colony?” countered Windsow.

If the man took any offence, he didn’t show it. He almost looked confused, “That we have no needs is simply an understanding of existence.”

A perplexed look formed on the first officer’s face. He gestured to Karim to take a few steps back to have a private conversation. The doctor smiled to Neale in reassurance and joined the other two.

In the small huddle, Windslow began, “I’m beginning to think this man is kind of the town hermit. We should continue on to the main settlement.”

“Does that imply you question his mental state?” asked the doctor.

He didn’t reply with words.

“Regardless,” said Karim, “we need to see more of the colony.”

Windslow stole a look at Neale. He was totally at ease. The fact that they were surely talking about him seemed to amuse him. He turned back to the officers, “Alright, we let him call the council and we’ll see what comes of it. In the mean time, we continue on to the village.”

END OF CHAPTER 6
 
Oh these folk just sound so nice. 'Only to your body'! Some sort of non-corporal body snatching cannibals! Eek!
 
Yeah, something smells real fishy here. Windslow and co. better watch their backs.

On a side note: By complete cosmic coincidence another runabout with a disgraced first officer and a security chief on board is making landfall in a different corner of the galaxy. Something tells me that the similarities end right there.
 
Interesting colony...looks like the healing process for Windslow is about to begin whether he wants it to or not.
 
Oh these folk just sound so nice. 'Only to your body'! Some sort of non-corporal body snatching cannibals! Eek!

Hm...that's not the impression I got. I kind of got the idea that these people are strict adherents of either Buddhism or Jainism, in which the goal is to free oneself from desire.
 
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