Part 1: Shuttle trips and bad dreams

Posted on 26 Jun 2016 @ 9:08pm by Lieutenant JG Eelim Galan
Edited on 26 Jun 2016 @ 9:11pm

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Mission: Episode 11 - Divinum Mundi
Location: Shuttle Paradise 1
Date: MD01
Time: 0100 hours

[ON]

Galan’s hands flew over the controls of the little shuttle. It wasn’t so much because of the flying but he’d been a secret science bug for a while so he loved scanning stars and space.

Ensign James, who’d volunteered to do the shuttling but, had so far just sat back and let Galan drive, came back with his fifth cup of coffee.

James hopped in the co-pilot’s seat. “So E, excited about the new ship and digs?”

Galan, who’d known Ensign James for a few years now smiled. “Yes. I am. I’m kind of worried about their reaction to a Cardassian but I always worry about that.”

James nodded sagely, “Yes and you always make friends. Sometimes I think that because of what the Cardassians did you hold yourself responsible even though you fought against them. You want people to be angry with you just cause you come from the same place that they… ” The ship jerked downwards violently spilling some of James’ coffee. “Hey man!”

“Opps, my finger slipped.”

James laughed a little. “Alright, I get it. No analyzing. We wouldn’t want your brain to shrink….”

“Ow! Okay, Okay. Why don’t you get some sleep while I pilot for a bit…and so that I don’t end up wearing all my coffee.”

Galan smiled and stood. “Excellent Idea.”

Once Ensign James was settled Galan moved to the back of the shuttle and using his bag as a pillow settled on the floor. He hated to admit it but he did need some sleep.

Sleep hadn’t come easy to him in the last month and it wouldn’t come easy now. As he slipped into sleep, his mind wasn’t prepared to let him rest from his fears….

As soon as sleep took him the dream started....

***

Survek, Galan’s former roommate at the academy, would be making fun of him now as he stood smelling the air on the ship. It had become a ritual. Galan swore that each ship had its own sent. This one smelled like Bajoran lilacs and he’d take that as a good sign.

Finally he was coming aboard the ship that he wanted. This ship felt like home. He’d felt it when he went through OPS and he was hoping that everything else ran that smooth. He looked at his check list. He had to report to the medical department and then to his new department head.

He sighed and headed for the turbo lift. A short ride would take him to meet his new boss.

As he stepped into the lift and asked for his deck his communicator chirped asking him to come to the mess hall.

That voice, that horrible voice, filled with malice. This was a dark shadow from his past; a predator who had stalked him for years and now had come to take his soul.

He wouldn’t run, not again, not now. He asked the lift to change direction and headed to the mess hall to confront the monster from the past. Time seemed to slow, every motion, every movement seemed to take ages. His heart began to race as the lift doors slid open.

Slowly he made his way through what seemed like a never-ending hallway. With heavy steps as if wading though molasses he drew closer and closer to the doors that would bring him face to face with the dark shadow from his past. His heart now hammered against his chest, he could hear nothing but a jet engine roar in his ears. Every move he made towards the door felt as if he were moving in slow motion. Sweat formed upon his forehead dripping into his burning eyes.

One…Two…Three heartbeats and the door whooshed open. His hands balled into fists as he stepped across the threshold.

Four…Five…Six heartbeats later his eyes rested on the devil that had long ago wanted to claim his soul.

The sweat tracked down his cheeks to pool at the base of his chin and drip onto the carpeted floor.

One…Two…Three droplets hit the ground. His heart stopped as his eyes took in the scene. There, there, in the middle of the room sat his father. To the right three guards, his sister, his brother. To the left his very soul in the clutches of his father’s demonic minions.

A movement to his right caught his attention. Duck and strike! His body moved before his mind finished screaming the command. He caught the arm of his opponent delivering a blow to the demon’s side.

A crash to the left; his head swung around in time to see flames leap up from the shattered glass candle holder.

“Myyyrrraaa!” His body froze in place as the ring of fire spread around his soul. The red flames imprinted and mirrored in his eyes.

The glass behind his love began to show spidery cracks; the barrier between them and space was collapsing. He watched helpless, unable to move as his father’s demonic form tapped the spider web glass.

His body began to move, it broke free from the unseen bonds that held him. A loud crash and then…millions of shards of glass from the fractured windows flew towards him, stinging his face and arms. He reached out his hand; he almost had her, few more inches….

His soul screamed torn back into the ebony hole, into the void of space; ripped from the safety of his arms.

The demonic laughter of his father surrounded him,

He dropped to his knees. “Myyyyrrrrrraaaaa.”

Darkness overtook him.

To Be Continued Shortly…

Lt. JG Eelim Galan
Security/ Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

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