<<For some reason, this week, It’s a bit hard to write.>> =/\= Starbase Nimsi =/\= Having met with Doctor Summers, Acheson walked the starbase with a new sense of confidence. Perhaps his experiences had merely been brought on by the excessive consumption of alcohol, or maybe from his lack of sleep. Walking the Starbase, he reflected on what he had been though. Perhaps the Borg vision he saw was metaphorical. His mind was telling him to stop living in the past and to push forward. The images rushed through his mind like a river with a fast tide. He remembered his service on the Howe, his transfer to the Chimera, his time at ODA with the noncorporeal creatures, and his job at Tactical. His life was so short and yet it felt so long. He could remember so many happenings, even before his time in Starfleet. Acheson turned a corner and looked around, in a panic. All the time reminiscing and he’d walked without thinking. Now he was lost, in the Starbase, on one of the decks. He approached a junction where 4 corridors met and he looked down each, haphazardly. Which one to choose? He found himself chuckling, slightly. This situation was reminiscent of a poem he’d once read. “Two Roads diverged in a hallow wood and sorry I could not travel both…” Continuing to look around, he found himself again seeing an alcove, aligned parallel to the wall. He groaned in impatience. God, why must this haunt me? Looking at the drones, he was shocked by the one in the center, of the 5 unit alcove. The drone was a human female, whose assimilated was incomplete. She wore a Starfleet uniform, with a Lieutenant Commander rank. He glared into her eyes. … “Commander Marsh?” The drone’s head shifted 20 degrees as it glared into Acheson’s eyes. Her face was emotionless and yet the look was so intense as to provoke the greatest feeling of shock and horror in the young officer, as he stood there. The figure did not move and did not speak. However, she seemed to say everything nonverbally. Nathan tried to seek forgivenance for what had happened. “I tried ….” The response was as trite as it was insufficient. However, she did not respond to it. Without saying a word, she tossed aside his feeble attempt to justify himself. “I went as fast as I could, but I couldn’t go there fast enough. I’m sorry!” he screamed out. Suddenly, a hand tapped his shoulder. He jumped back as a sudden flash overwhelmed and turned to the figure grabbing him. “Are you ok, Lieutenant?” The figure was a man, in a Starfleet uniform. He stuttered as he tried to speak, while breathing heavily. “Yessss, I’m fffffine. Where am I?” The officer replied, confused. “Lieutenant, you’re on Deck 12, section Gamma 2. An Engineering section. Why aren’t you in an Engineering uniform?” “I’m Chief Tactical of the Chimera.” “Ok. Well, to get back to the Promenade you follow this path.” He pointed behind Acheson, to the trail leading to a turbolift. “You wanna go see Sickbay? I saw you there, on the ground, motionless.” “I’m fine, uuhhh Ccccommander.” Acheson walked toward the lift, again shaken by his perception. =/\= END LOG =/\= 1LT Acheson CTAC USS Chimera -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm