[[USS GALILEO M3 MD4]]: Og-elakh t'Dvel

Posted on 28 Feb 2013 @ 1:52am by

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ON:

Personal log. Liyar. Lieutenant Junior Grade. Vulcan Defense Forces. Starfleet Diplomatic Detachment. Diplomatic Officer. USS Galileo. Recording pending.

And still. They insist on the logs. But maybe, there's a logic to it after all. Moments preserved in memory, preserved in time. This one, perhaps more than the others, would deserve it.

You live here. / I live aboard Galileo. / No. You live here. Dark-flickering-lights. Vessel beaten down.

Only now, the computer is interrupted by its prompt with only a single statement from the Vulcan, aloud; tired and weary. Memories, and acknowledgment. The dredge of the past 24 hours weighs heavily, their minds not yet quieted, but it's pulled up from within where he's known it building, in the distance, under the surface. Months in waiting. It isn't exhaustion that fuels it, but quiet assurance. Clawed up from the depths. One single, simple gain in self-awareness.

"Vijak shionmeravith vré."

OFF:

Liyar

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