My kingdom of old

Posted on Sunday January 31st, 2021 @ 7:38pm by Lieutenant Commander Jonathan "Nox" Essex

Mission: Episode Thirteen: Reflections
Location: Unknown
Timeline: Unknown

It has been many years since I took The helm and as Dimitry said it's like riding a bicycle, a futuristic 3D confusing bicycle but still easy to get back to.

The light's flash in the frontal view as the colorful chroniton wave takes us back, why am I going back?

Why am I even here?

Well, where else would I be? I would not abandon my family on a whim but Jane is many years gone, and the little one needs me no longer. I have nothing left in the present besides celebrating or lamenting about the past. Sharid is brave, she must truly trust this technology or this mission is of grave importance to her, I could not have done so.

Do I wish to fix the past? No, temporal mechanics be damned and I lived through 50 years and while some of them were truly magnificent I do not know if I can get them back. An ancient story told of a time traveler stuck in the past trying to rebuild his life, wounded up crazy in the end, hope we don't meet the same fate. Trea would survive, she is strong although years have cracked her emotional barrier, or is it us who broke it? Either way I see her finding a corner and hibernating (a Futurama/Simpson reference just for you) until the time comes for her to take her place in her family of cadets, she must be a tough instructor.

Duty? Nay, I despise the notion of duty and honor, none is left in my heart or in a star fleet, small pockets like Aria’s unit seeking the bottom of the truth but even if she finds it who will listen? She is insistent but bureaucracy wears down even rocks.

Friendship maybe? The crew is like a family, I feel surrounded by many sisters and come together to help a brother in need. But I am too weary to go on an adventure and too old to be of any use, add to that the news of Dima’s death and the strength I found in this reunion and the notion of aiding the captain as a crew faded long before they gave something.

The Color shifts in the view, something in the rainbow formation of the chroniton flow is relaxing, clearing the thoughts from this webbed mind, I think I know what I want, what I am here for.
I wish to walk the familiar metal corridors once more, close my eyes as the Turbo elevator hum takes me to my destination, step into my kingdom of old surrounded by the flow and buzz of the Cychreides heart.

There swinging on a makeshift hammock a young engineer would scurry to hide whatever bottle or novel he holds, and maybe, just maybe, he can teach this old man how to laugh again.