Crystals

Posted on Friday November 3rd, 2017 @ 1:33pm by Lieutenant Commander Jonathan "Nox" Essex

I see the crew walking the halls of the Tesla, A wide range of emotions cross their faces. Even the Vulcans appear in some form of turmoil.
Yet, despite everything I am not angry. I thought I would be, but I am not, nor sad nor furious nor in agony nor in pain, none of those.
My thoughts jump from place to place, Pieces of conscience drift in the void of my mind, and I only feel…

Fragmented

Like the Cychreides.

An idea was forming in my mind, first I needed the template, it has micro signatures unique to star fleet and hard to come by but I managed to put my hands on one.

Second, some duranium and tritanium debris from cargo bay, the lock was simple enough and no one miss them, they are just space junk to all but us.
After repurposing the collected material to the replicator buffer, and a few adjustments to the original template, the subroutine began its work and stray particles gained shape on the replicator surface until they consolidated to a solid shape.

It was laying there in the pale light of the quarters, shining, glistening and whole. Isn’t that what the doctor said? Gather the fragments, make them whole? A quick survey of the surface confirmed it was similar to the original composition, every bump and inlays just as they were.

Nothing, still nothing, everything is still fragmented inside.

A quick look at the replicator confirmed there is enough material for more. Out they went one after another and soon the table was filled with dozens all similar to the first, glistening softly.

I kept going until nothing was left in the buffer. Was that it? It was supposed to fix me, fix us. I guess some things are beyond repair, like a bunch of cracked dilithium crystals that took one hit too many.
Yet as everything from the table was collected and organized I couldn’t bring myself to put them in waste reclamation, it’s like destroying her all over again.

Maybe that the fate of crystal fragments, they are beyond repair and broken but they hold value of their own, even if that value is a simple reminder of the past.

Another idea was forming, maybe those fragments will be used after all.

I gathered the pieces and head out to the crew quarters.

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for anyone wondering PS stands for "Plain Simple"