AU4
ECHERNI
THE LIGHTFLEET LETTERS
TERRAN-ENGLISH EDITION
by
ANNA MARY HALL
DAPHNE HAMILTON
VIRGINIA TILLEY (QUISM)
ILLUSTRATIONS BY QUISM
A SHIRLEY MAIEWSKI PUBLICATION
First Printing - May, 1980
May, 1980. All rights reserved to the authors, illustrator and
publisher.
EXPLANATION
Some of you are thinking, "Ah-ha, Echerni The Lightfleet Letters,
brought to us by those marvelous people who wrote ALTERNATE UNIVERSE IV."
Actually, that's not correct. AU4 was brought to you by the marvelous
people who write the Lightfleet Letters. The Letters came before - long
before AU4 - and continue after it. The action in Volume I was independent
of the Letters; the war in Volume II was first fought in the Letters; the
events in Volume III (not yet available at the time these Letters were
first published) are once more independent of the Letters. The events in
the Letters take place after Volume III. The same characters appear in
both, with this exception: Kirk, Spock, and McCoy have no part in these
letters.
Those of you who write, and those of you who've ever listened to writers
try to explain how they do what they do, know that there is more than one
method of developing background - building your Universe. The Lightfleet
Universe, an offshoot of Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek Universe, was built
through the Letters. They were begun 11-12 years ago by Virginia Tilley
and Cathy Minks. Through the years, with a changing cast of writers, the
Letters have been written for one purpose - the enjoyment of the writers.
The characters in the Letters and the Universe in which they live grew and
developed as the writers grew and developed, becoming to a large extent
independent of Star Trek.
The Letters you have here were written by three people: Anna Mary Hall
writing for Thia Chenen and Obar Rium; Daphne Hamilton writing for Dival
Raithan and Staav Morel; Virginia Tilley (Quism) writing for T'Ares Malon
and everyone else not identified here by name.
If any of you are wondering why Shirley Maiewski's name isn't on any of
these letters, her character, Neran Lansenahl, and his newly refurbished
ship, the LFC Farinian, had left on a new assignment, deep space
exploration, and missed the whole show. Shirley is involved in the Letters
as co-editor, critic, assistant-proofreader and nitpicker, typist, and
publisher.
There is a Velonian language and it is used to a limited extent in these
letters. ((Not as limited as we thought! - DH)) Longer passages will be
footnoted, but individual words and short phrases can be found in the
Vocabulary in the back of the zine. The Vocabulary contains a
pronunciation guide for the benefit of you non-Velonian speakers. There is
also a Name Glossary that gives the correct pronunciation of names and
terms and brief notes on them where we think necessary.
Shev, irdan, o levetav lonta,
The Authors
a
Astani:
This is one of your last cadet classes on Indel. Within weeks some of you
will be on your first assignment; you may already know what that
assignment will be. You are as ready for active service as we can make
you. Lightfleet's goals have become yours, and your training has prepared
you to help achieve them.
One last thing must be said to explain why this is a required course.
You have studied hundreds of missions; agents' reports; ships' and
captains' logs have been a prime source of instructional material. With
these examples for inspiration you have - though Lightfleet asks no oath
of you - dedicated your life to reaching Lightfleet's goal of peace in the
galaxy. Lightfleet could not exist without this dedication, but carried
too far, it could weaken and ultimately destroy Lightfleet.
You are an individual distinct from Lightfleet and you must never forget
it. You have your own life to live, and sometimes you need to put it
first, before duty to Lightfleet. There is no point in achieving peace if
there is no one left who has the capacity to enjoy it.
These personal messages, sent during a crisis that threatened Lightfleet's
very existence, illustrate several different responses to the call of
duty, all perfectly acceptable. These messages were released after much
soul-searching, foot-dragging, and shouting on the part of the senders.
The erratic numbering system was necessary. In actuality several of the
messages may have been in transit simultaneously. There is no 'right'
order to put them in, only arbitrary decisions on my part.
LHamra - Action Agent - Instructor
SUPPLEMENTAL READINGS - Ships' Logs and Agents' Reports for Lightfleet
dates 5195/10/15 to 5196/2/03.
b
B1
TO: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
FROM: COMMANDER T ARES MALON
THIA:
There was nothing I wanted more than to be on Indel when you arrived
there, but Galactic Fate has come through again and I am writing this from
a planet nearly 5000 lightyears from Indel, and have no prospects of
returning there in the near future. I am, in fact, sitting on the hull of
the Durn a, looking up at a pleasantly bright night sky, surrounded by
trees and the sounds of wind and birds in their branches, and Indel is
just a faint, fuzzy star above me.
"Sitting on the hull of the Durn a?" you gasp? Yes, and it is giving us
all very strange feelings to be clambering over this huge ship in the open
air. It would almost be amusing if it weren't so serious. I doubt if
anything less serious could have gotten me back into active duty so soon.
I am again a Command Officer, Thia, and officially, this time.
You probably know little about the Durn a's crash aside from the fact that
it is down. That was all I knew when I arrived here yesterday, and only
now, this evening, have I prepared reports for the Council and found time
to send personal messages. The first of these messages is going to you
partly because I wanted to be the first to tell you: you are now High
Captain of the Cruiser Fleet. No, not permanently (don't panic); Zhen is
alive and will recover, but he won't be commanding anything for awhile.
According to Exec. Jean-Paul LaParon, the ship had had no warning. The
power distribution failure affected thrust control and also cut off all
communication from the Control Center to the ship. (In fact, the evidence
indicates that every control panel in Control lost contact with the ship;
can you imagine what that must have been like for the Control Crew? We
know they couldn't even get out of the Center, the doors all jammed.) No
one on the ship knew what was happening until the Durn a entered the
atmosphere, and by then it was too late to reach the main power channels
to reroute. Using Auxiliary Control, Jean-Paul managed to bring the ship's
speed down to sublight 2 and direct it toward a big lake, but by the time
they hit the water they were still going 1.5. They skimmed along the
surface for about two hundred kilometers in 10.5 seconds, raising a
gigantic wake, then actually were flashing along under the surface by a
few meters for another one hundred kilometers before hitting the shore.
Fortunately, it was a long, sloping one, or they would have been ripped
apart. They came up the beach still going five kilometers a second, plowed
up a tree-covered slope, hit free air over the top, dropped belly-first
and ripped up another three kilometers of forest before coming to a stop.
When I first saw it I was too stunned even to answer their hail; I circled
over them for a full five minutes before I could recover my senses. The
great, silver, shining crescent, lying unevenly in the forest, a broad
swath behind it ripped clean of trees and five meters of topsoil and clay,
was a sight for which I'd been totally unprepared.
There was astonishingly little damage to the ship. The neutronium hull
held up under everything, although the shuttle bay doors were ripped off
the belly, and the tractor protuberance was battered into scrap metal.
There is considerable damage to the main support structure and the ship
will have to be dematerialized and taken back to Indel in transporter tow;
warp speed is out of the question in a solid state.
But more miraculous was the absence of casualties. No one was killed, and
the few injuries that occurred were minor; Jean-Paul had everyone strap
themselves down well before the ship hit the water. The few injuries there
were (outside of the Control Center) occurred during that last three
kilometers, which Jean-Paul described as "like being picked up by a giant
dog and shaken to bits." The real damage was in the Control Center. As
near as we can tell from the mess that's left, the main power junction
under the center of the floor exploded just as the ship topped the first
hill, and saturated the Center with radiation, which of course set off a
chain of lesser explosions through the panels. Zhen had by that time
anticipated the explosion (so we believe) and had used his own lanel
energy to dissolve two of the doors. All the Control crew got out before
the explosion, but the radiation reached them in the halls, and since Zhen
and T'Roulan were the last to leave, they were the most affected. None of
the Control Crew was conscious when I arrived, and I had them all shipped
to Indel by Special Courier for severe radiation exposure treatment.
The cause of the situation is still unknown, but we're working on it. The
crew has set up camp in the forest all around the ship, and we spend all
available time prowling through the corridors with torches and beacons
(all ship's power is turned off, of course), opening ducts and tracing
power channels and trying to figure out what happened. As a preliminary
report I'd say . . . well, damn. How can I say anything with what little I
know, and yet I paid dearly for not reporting my hunches to Indel about
the torsponder. It's my impression, and only an impression, that the cause
of the failure came from outside the ship. It may have been from an
intelligent source. We have fourteen patrol parties out surveying the
planet, and the security ships (that are still arriving, by the way, and
will try to get the ship up in another two days) are doing their part in
scanning. There's an abundance of animal life here, some of it dangerous,
but none (as far as we know) intelligent enough to have done this.
Jean-Paul is bolder than I; he's admitted he's "looking" for the culprit
as far as his duties will allow.
Shev aer lo, aer elo. Velan-ano al Obar.
(Signature: Malon)
B2
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
FROM: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN & COMMANDER OBAR RIUM
Malon:
You break news so gently! I had a whole free day with Obar and our family
- not one word of LightFleet business - dancing under the sun and stars,
running in the forests of Indel. I was lying drowsy and warm in Obar's
arms when your message arrived. "Sitting on the hull of the Durn a"
brought me bolt upright. I started the tape over so Obar could hear too,
so at least I heard of Zhen's injuries and my temporary duties leaning on
Obar's shoulder.
I sat there and cursed quietly, but with great feeling, for a good five
minutes.
Of all the times for this to happen! I would hate being High Captain
anytime, but now the task seemed impossible. Leave Obar? It would mean
leaving my heart behind. Then I realized that Obar was sitting quietly,
calmly, half-smiling as he listened to me.
"Simple solution," he explained, as soon as I stopped. "I want the home
voreni and you, but if you can't come to Velona now, I'll stay on the
Shar da with you. The forests and the chylan can wait."
I began to remember more and more why I love this chenen fen, why through
the long years of his absence no one ever completely filled his place in
my heart.
I thought I would die 58 years ago when Obar did not return from that
mission in Klingon territory. Only the fact that his ship wasn't found,
offering a ray of hope that he was alive somewhere, held me back from a
Chenea Imail. Seven years later when his battered, empty ship was found, I
had accepted, and was even managing to enjoy a life without him. But still
there was no body and in the depths of my mind Obar still lived. The next
51 years were not empty ones for me - Etanahli ano tosamirano al
ano-seranta velan o al artura em-ano * - but the loneliness was never
completely banished.
Then, Malon, astan velena, who may ask anything of us, you hunted through
all the long years and distant stars to find and return him. You have
given us back more than we had allowed ourselves to know we had lost.
Eai-eno enta miriana.
Amid this joy it is difficult to remember I have duties - heavier than
usual - to face, but the image of you sitting on the Durn a keeps floating
through my mind. A lightship on the ground is such a complete
contradiction that it is difficult to accept. Lightships die in space, in
reactions that rival the stars, not on planets like birds with broken
wings.
I'm glad I won't see it. Seeing the report tapes will be bad enough
without standing beneath the looming hull.
I have great respect for your hunches, Malon, but if something from
outside affected the Durn a . . . That postulates something with the
ability to detect a lightship, to reach through its shields without being
detected itself, and to do whatever was done.
Is there any hope it was simple mechanical failure? We will be waiting
anxiously for your next report.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia signature) and (Obar Signature)
__________
* loves I found to give me love and to take mine
B3
TO: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN AND COMMANDER OBAR RIUM
FROM: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
Thia and Obar:
I send this to both of you because I assume all my messages will be shared
anyway, and because after your last message I've started to think of you
not as individuals but as Thia-and-Obar. So to you, Thia-and-Obar, I send
my happiness and relief for you both in your newfound joy, and if anyone
tries to split you up for any reason, official or otherwise, he will have
my phaser to deal with! Shev aer elo!
Your message was a light spot in an otherwise gloomy day. We have had very
bad fortune here. In fact, the whole week has been one long series of
crises, problems and mysteries. The first unpleasantness was the
assumption by one of the local carnivores that Lightfleet personnel are
fair game. He stalked our camps for a couple of days, then jumped a
patrol. LF medical technology barely saved his intended victim, and the
other three members narrowly escaped injury. When Jean-Paul and I arrived,
on the tails of some much faster vorli, the animal was dead, his victim
nearly so, and three Lightfleet officers were so high up in trees that it
took them nearly fifteen minutes to climb down, (compared to the fifteen
seconds it took them to climb up). Excitement over? Not quite. The
animal's mate came around the next day, presumably looking for him, mauled
five crewmen and dashed through the center line of camps, scattering us
like a courser after meadow mice, and while we were still recovering from
the attack, a third such animal came through and killed the assistant
scanner officer, one second before I finally lost my caution and released
my anger in a burst of phaser fire.
The second unpleasantness was the failure of six of the Security Ships'
navigation taps (yes, I said "six", no, I am not crazy). They had to be
taken in tow back to Indel by three others, leaving us with a total of one
Security Ship for nearly two hundred stranded personnel, all of whom
refused to leave the Durn a alone in the wilderness.
But the third unpleasantness I'm classing as Code II, and please,
Thia-and-Obar, keep that coding strict. I said I thought the cause of the
Durn a's crash was from outside the ship; I was wrong. I said that because
no mechanical failure could have accounted for what happened, and I was
right. Fortunately, it was Jean-Paul and I alone who inspected the
Engineering junction of the main power channel to the Control Center. I
must reluctantly report a case of deliberate sabotage.
The impulse regulator had been totally disconnected from the junction; a
process that must have taken both time and, at the least (if I had done
it), six different tools. The power line was open to any fluctuation or
power surge, and of course it was just a matter of time before the system
shorted out.
Jean-Paul has listed everyone he believes has the know-how to do this
thing, and another list includes everyone who could have spent time around
the junction without being noticed; in other words, those normally working
with the main power circuitry in Engineering. This second list includes
fifteen names, and Jean-Paul has without reservation rejected every one of
them as possible saboteurs. We are faced with an enigma.
We have not discounted the possibility of long-range telekinesis, though
motives and the choice of the point of damage seem respectively puzzling
and strange. Neither have we discounted the possibility of a telepathic or
empathic agent working through the mind and body of one of the crewmen,
and leaving no memory of the action. Similar, though less drastic,
failures on the Security Ships indicate a continued danger, and I hazard
that the damage has something to do with this planet or its vicinity. The
last Security Ship, the Tom Esan, is standing out at maximum orbit, just
in case.
We are postponing telling the crew of our discoveries until all other
possibilities are discounted, and we may never tell them. I'd like your
opinion on removing the entire crew to Indel for testing, and leaving them
in ignorance. The damage to morale to this crew and to all of Lightfleet
could be disastrous.
Shev aer elo.
(Malon Signature)
B4
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
FROM: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN AND COMMANDER OBAR RIUM
MALON:
Yes, all of your letters will be shared, and your reply will be from both
of us, whether both names are signed, or not.
So, while Thia is busy, I'll tell you about life here on the Shar da.
There hasn't been any excitement at all since I've been aboard. The
Shar da has been patrolling what I'm told is her usual beat, the
Federation-Klingon border. Taena Christen had barely been off the ship
since she took over as First officer, so she is on a long leave. Falk is
acting First, and I am taking over his duties.
I find it a little unnerving, but nothing has gone wrong, yet. The Shar da
isn't that much different from the Mathfori, and I remember what I'm
supposed to do, but it has been so long since I did it. All those years
alone, while not without their value, don't help much in commanding a
lightship. The years on Avas at least got me back in the habit of working
with people, and of giving commands.
++++
Obar has gone back on duty. He's regaining lost skills rapidly, and while
I'd still be nervous about leaving the Shar da in his control, it won't be
long until he is as competent as ever, and that was very competent in his
case. (And if you think my judgement is not to be trusted where Obar is
concerned, remember, B a was his captain for many years.)
Your problem is beginning to sound more serious. Of the two explanations
you offer, I think the third - telepathic or empathic agent working
through the minds and body of one of the crewmen - is more likely. If the
Durn a was the only ship to have suffered damage, sabotage from within the
crew would be a real possibility, but when six Security Ships also have
trouble . . . I will not believe in seven saboteurs.
Who are your best available telepaths, and what do they have to say about
the planet?
If the source of trouble is from outside, I would say the motive is
curiosity, or perhaps something a little more serious. Some one, or some
thing, has collected a group of specimens, and is testing them, giving
first priority to discovering your reactions to physical dangers (the
three animals that attacked the camp).
Since you have had several days to gather data, you may have already
discovered an answer. If you haven't, call for help if you feel it is
needed.
Malvara is officially Empress of the Klingon Empire. Kamar's last act
before dying was to name her his successor. Her first official act was to
recall her brother, Kelbarren, from his ten years of exile on Sholas.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia signature) and (Obar Signature)
B5
TO: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN AND COMMANDER OBAR RIUM
FROM: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
Thia and Obar:
I am humiliated, embarrassed, irritated and helpless. I deserve to be
court-martialed, and would welcome one gladly if someone could just find a
way to get me to Indel to go through one. And it is actually partly your
fault, Thia, you and your perceptions!
We have spent the last two weeks exploring the planet; working on the
Durn a, field scanning and theorizing. We've suffered one more attack (no
casualties) by a predator, and a series of violent storms that washed the
Durn a forty meters down its own trench and which had us all huddling in
our tents, heroism and leadership totally abandoned. The Tom Esan made a
bid to come in after the last storm and pick some of us up, reached the
atmosphere and blew a BX transformer valve and sprinted back to Indel.
It was in this isolated, soggy state that I received your message. Aha! I
thought. Perhaps a valid theory; someone collecting a group of specimens?
Well, we'll see what its limits are. The only ship capable of flight on
the planet was my Charisma; we planned to fully program its flight
computer, instruct it to ignore all further instructions until it reached
deep space, and put me in it under short-term sedation. Jean-Paul and a
computronist named Shuran were to help me.
Up to the moment I stepped into the Control Room, everything was clear.
From that point on, my memory comes in very vivid but very brief snatches.
The first such vignette was of Jean-Paul and Shuran backed against a wall
with rigid, pale faces, staring at the phaser in my hand that was aimed at
them and set to kill. I somehow realized what was happening, dropped the
phaser and kicked it out the door and yelled "Get out of here!" and that
was the last of that memory. The next memory was of my hand on my weaponry
controls, and a Lightfleet Courier ship reeling on my screen under a full
photon hit from one of my torpedoes. I threw myself backward to the floor
and cried, "Priority One: obey Lightfleet directives!" to my computer.
Then a blank. Then beating on my control panels, demanding control of the
ship, and the computer calmly refusing to give it to me. Then a blank.
Then coming slowly to consciousness strapped down on a table in the dark
lounge of the Charisma, with Jean-Paul and a medic whose name I learned
was Rodarin, staring down at me, and looking none too trusting.
The story as others saw it was this: After I pulled the phaser on
Jean-Paul and Shuran and woke up enough to kick it out the door, they
jumped head-first out after it. (Jean-Paul said it was the look in my
eyes, that the dagger in my hand wouldn't have fazed him. I suppose I must
believe him, though I wish he had jumped the other way). The Charisma then
took off, and began to traverse the globe at an altitude of about a
hundred miles, at sublight speed. One of our attendant Courier ships made
a brave dash to intercept me and was just about blasted by my torpedoes.
They then tried direct computer instruction and thought they had things
solved when the Charisma obediently responded by turning and heading back
toward camp, but t'was not so. Some fifteen hundred kilometers from the
Durn a, the Charisma crashed into the forest, all power blocked, not even
the lights functioning.
Jean-Paul and Rodarin jumped into an air-bike and reached the poor, dead
Charisma about an hour later. They said they approached it as though it
were an enemy bomb, but when they finally came inside, I was out cold,
unconscious from the crash. They weren't very sentimental; Rodarin had me
strapped down with straps a Gorn couldn't have budged within two minutes
of finding me. I woke up while he was still running tests, both medical
and telepathic. He's a powerful lanel telepath; it was not unlike being
picked over by a Klingon mind-sifter. My protests were briskly ignored.
At length we decided that since there was evidently nothing wrong with me,
that I must have been a victim of telepathic manipulation, and that since
any of us were vulnerable to such possession, there was no real point in
having me strapped down. They let me up, watching me carefully, much to my
irritation, though I couldn't really complain. It was as we were stepping
out the door toward the bike to return to camp that the bike blew up, and
from the scope of the explosion I'd say our unknown captors meddled with
the monautal ore itself. All three of us made a flying dive back into the
Charisma and just missed being misted into oblivion as one hundred square
meters of forest was wiped away. And since our captors do everything
through us, that meant sabotage either by Jean-Paul or Rodarin, or both.
So we are trapped here. The Charisma can't move, the bike is gone, no one
is daring to use the other bike back at the main camp, the Couriers can't
come in, we can't go out and we three are watching each other every second
and growing jumpier by the hour. I don't want to sound desperate, but I
am. We can't trust each other or ourselves, and making plans is pointless.
I'm afraid we must ask for help. I don't know of what kind; some
xenopaths, perhaps? But you, Thia and Fleet Leader, have a flagship crew
and two Wing-Commanders trapped helpless on
a planet, and whether you send ships or personnel, you would certainly be
graciously thanked if you sent them soon. Advice either from you or Obar
will be grabbed any time you care to send it.
Shev aer elo!
(Malon Signature)
P.S. One more item: I have a grandmother of a headache that seems to be
growing despite Rodarin's drugs, and Jean-Paul is starting to feel one,
too. Could our "Captors" be aware of our rank?
B6
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
FROM: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN AND COMMANDER OBAR RIUM
Malon:
Being High Captain is a lousy job! If I wasn't stuck with it, I could come
to your rescue myself. However, as High Captain, I am unable to justify
it, so Chan and the Aevafen, armed with all the knowledge about the
problem I could provide, are on their way to assist you. My regret at not
being able to come myself is eased by the fact that Chan is a more capable
telepath that I.
Obar and I have a question that we can't answer from the data you've sent
us. You have members of five or six different species available. Are they
all equally susceptible to control by your "Captors"? From your experience
Vulcan/Human Orecrevinal, and either Humans or Velonians can be
controlled, but what about the others?
Empress Malvara is off to a good start. She scheduled her ceremonial
assumption of duties first, then took time to bury her father with great
pomp. It is so very practical and logical a thing to do that it has helped
reassure some of the persons who were not certain a female would be strong
enough to rule the Empire. All of her brothers and sisters have sworn
their loyalty to her, and the Fleet is obeying her orders. That isn't to
say there aren't some dissidents. Malvara is treating them gently, so far.
Gently for a Klingon, I mean. There have been many arrests, but no torture
and no executions.
I've put this off until last because I'm rather embarrassed by it. The
Shar da is being followed. It's a small ship, perhaps one third our size.
They have very good scanners; they can detect us when our shields are up.
Their top speed seems to be around Warp 12, but they have a very
disconcerting ability to vanish if we get too close. It isn't a matter of
some type of shielding; their shields make our sensor readings fuzzy, but
nothing more. Our highest-ranked possible explanation of their ability is
that they have some method of slipping into another universe, or another
time.
We could lose them anytime by outrunning them. They could slip into their
hole and steal away, but neither of us wants to lose the other. We've been
going in gentle circles for two days now. I'm prepared to do it for
several more days unless something calls us away. I've been thinking of
approaching them in a shuttle, but that is a last ditch method.
++++
Thia is dying to try her 'last ditch method' and is being restrained only
by her common sense. I've just come off watch. We played another game of
hide-and-seek with our visitor. They let us get to within the usual three
hundred thousand kilometers, then vanished like a soap bubble.
Fascinating! I hope Thia lets me go with her when she goes out in the
shuttle.
We've been back together long enough that we have managed to stop seeing
our memories of each other, and we have found some changes. There is one
major problem. (I call it a problem with great reluctance, but no other
description seems to fit.) Shipbound life is difficult for every Velonian
who enters Lightfleet. Being shut away from the surface of a planet is
against our nature, but given a good enough reason, we can adjust to it,
and LF is a good reason. Fifty-eight years ago Thia and I were both
adjusted to it. It was a sacrifice, but one we could make without physical
distress.
Then came the accident, and I spent fifty-eight years reaffirming my ties
to the forests and plains. You saw my life! I was barely protected from
the cold and rain, and never more than a few steps from the open. There
are times on the Shar da that I feel I can not breathe, and my legs ache
to run. Without Thia's help I cannot stand it.
Thia has spent the same fifty-eight years in space, most of it aboard this
almost-alive-creature, the Shar da. The great darkness between planets,
between stars, has been her habitat, and she has adjusted to it. This is
now her natural environment. Oh, she needs to visit the surface of planets
as a Selechenen needs to surface for air, but she lives in space as they
live in the sea.
If I could not share her feelings for this life, I would have to leave the
ship.
Shev aer lo,
(Obar Signature)
B7
TO: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN AND COMMANDER OBAR RIUM
FROM: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
Thia and Obar:
I'm sorry this must be short, but everything that goes out from this
planet must go Code One scrambled, and we're trying to keep private
messages to a minimum.
We have discovered several facts about our situation. The source of the
telepathic control is inanimate; in other words, mechanized. You can
imagine the trouble we had discovering that fact, but when it seized
Chan's mind she managed to resist, and picked up the artificial 'whiff' we
all know. She didn't resist it entirely, I might add; she left her
quarters, went to Engineering and began sabotaging Impulse Maintenance,
but she fought it all the way and kept control of her voice (I heard the
curses could be heard two decks away), and some brave souls managed to
stop her.
It was shortly after that incident that Jean-Paul, Rodarin and I decided
we'd had enough, and began trying to get the ship operational (I am
referring to the Charisma, in which we had spent a very gloomy,
agonizingly dull two weeks). Very much to our surprise, we found and
corrected the trouble almost immediately, and we mustered the courage to
try our scanners. We picked up energy readings about thirty-five hundred
kilometers away, and purely out of desperation put the ship into "drive"
and lifted off. No trouble! We flew without incident to the location of
the energy readings and landed, but our elation was promptly dented by the
realization that we would not lift off again. Are you ready for this? Our
monautal ore was completely drained. Dead crystal. We may have the only
chunk of lifeless monautal ore in the galaxy.
We have an ionic generator that is powering our scanners, and so far we
have learned a few essential facts. Directly below us is a large,
rectangular, artificial chamber, roughly fourteen by twenty by two
kilometers, at a depth of about one point five kilometers. It holds a
computer complex dating back fifteen thousand years and certain impulses
are suspiciously similar to standard Shevian call codes. It is the general
opinion that we've stumbled onto an old Shevian reserve base, and we have
a large number of wildly excited Velonians who want to explore it. But the
defense computer is operating on automatic, and we all still feel more
fear than enthusiasm; Lightfleet is no match for the Shevian Golden Age
technology, and if the computer decides we are a menace it could snuff us
all out at will. We've been sending messages to it in High Velonian; so
far no response. We've tried the only Shevian call our communications can
send: no response. It may be considering its position. I will say I don't
feel particularly safe, since it has shown its ability to single out
Command Officers and I am sitting directly over it. Again, helplessness is
the name of the game.
There are, of course, a host of details I don't have time to relate, but
you can ask Chan for more details about the Aevafen. It has survived two
sabotage attempts, one by Chan and one by Kiro, both thwarted by the Code
II Security Alert they are maintaining up there. I've had long
conversations with Kiro, and his perspective on the situation is
invaluable, but all of us are frustrated almost beyond endurance at the
forced distance between us. The Aevafen is maintaining a cautious point
twenty-five lightyear distance, and there is no coming and going by
shuttle or by transporter. No supplies can go either way, only advice. And
if I hear too many more "Have you tried ________'s" I'm going to tell some
high ranking officers some things they shouldn't hear.
In answer to your question, it seems that everyone with telepathic
reception capabilities, regardless of race, is subject to control. Your
message arrived before the Aevafen, and was very welcome!
Your shadowing ship sounds extremely peculiar; I hope there have been more
developments? My personal concern is not so much toward your mysterious
ship as toward Obar, whose claustrophobia and land-longing sounds severe
and urgent. I urge you both to remember the demands of your heritage and
not to press your instincts beyond endurance, even for the sake of the
love between you and its demands on you. There are more needs than the
need for etanahl, and there is none more enduring than the need for
running in free wind. Shev aer lo, Obar!
I did have one thought about your visitor, perhaps you should "follow" it
into Inner Space and see if that is perhaps where it is going when it
"vanishes". If you're "close" enough, you should be able to pick it up on
your scanners, and since scanner shields (at least those we know of) can't
function in Inner Space, you might be able to learn something. I envy your
scanner officer, though I have my hands full here with something which,
despite my relatively dispassionate account, is dazing us all with its
implications.
Dal iverni velena!
(Malon signature)
B8
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON AND CAPTAIN DIVAL RAITHAN
FROM: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
Malon & Dival:
Of all that's happened in the last weeks, what I choose to announce first
is that Obar has left the Shar da. He is on Velona at L a Melion. He will
go to Indel in a few weeks and there decide how he can best serve
Lightfleet. (I hope he will work his way back into the Cruiser Fleet, but
for now it will have to be something that allows him more planet time).
The ship seems empty with Obar gone, yet I am not unhappy. He is safe, he
is there and while there is no mental contact when we are this far apart,
just knowing his location brings a warmth to the galaxy that it lacked for
many years.
His - our decision that he would have to leave the Shar da was reached . .
. well, that is a long story that should be told in the correct order.
We spent one nauseating day dodging in and cut of Inner Space chasing our
visitor. We ended up with twenty whole minutes of clear scanner readings.
We determined that they were humanoid, breathed oxygen, had a crew of one
hundred and fifteen beings, all apparently of the same race; that their
ship could duck in and out of Inner Space as easily as we; that they
frequently went from Inner Space to another Universe (at least they left
IS and didn't return immediately to this universe).
When we quit playing - stopped trying to approach closer than three
hundred thousand kilometers - they settled into their usual station at
that distance from us and we rested.
They made the next move; a small craft left the mother ship and moved
toward us, stopping at the halfway point. With a sigh of relief I ordered
a shuttle readied. Leaving Falk in command, Obar and I boarded it. (This
is the point at which we realized he couldn't stay on the Shar da. If I
went in the shuttle, he had to come. If he had stayed without me, he would
have had to be sedated. We had not allowed ourselves to realize how much
he was depending on me. It was a dangerous, unhealthy situation we could
not allow to continue.) and crept out to rendezvous with the other craft.
It was a trap of course.
Eight thousand kilometers from their shuttle we were suddenly frozen in a
transporter beam. We materialized in a round chamber lit by blue lights.
There was the sound of engines straining to accomplish some great task,
and my mental contact with Falk disappeared. As Obar and I took our third
breath of the slightly chill air, a round viewscreen came on to show the
featureless gray swirl of Inner Space. Our hands met and I wondered, with
no real intention of trying it to find out, if it was possible to
self-transport in Inner Space. Suddenly I could sense Falk again; the
Shar da had followed us. With a wrench the gray swirl was replaced by
stars, but not our stars. I'm not certain how I knew this. It was more
than just the patterns were different, there was a feel deep inside that
said 'not home', a feeling I have had before when exploring some other
Universe.
"No chance of the Shar da following us now," Obar commented. "We're on our
own."
There was a note in his voice I recognized from the old days, before the
Shar da, before either of us was tied to a ship; an expression of that
freedom you feel when you're in such a spot that your only responsibility
is to yourself. We had shared it before, and there is a kind of fierce joy
buried in the fear that accompanies it.
We assumed open intercoms and translators and spoke no more aloud.
Mentally we agreed to stick with this ship if at all possible. Whatever
else it was, it was our only way home.
There didn't need to be any discussion of what each of us would do. The
habits from the days we had worked together as Action Agents were there
and we returned to them automatically. Obar acted as guard, keeping track
of our immediate surroundings, while my mind roamed the ship to see if any
information could be gathered that way. Their minds were difficult to
read, to contact at all, but I found a sense of triumph, and a certainty
of their safety now that they were back in their own Universe.
I'm not certain how long it took me to find out those meager facts, but
Obar's touch on my arm called me back to our cell. We would have remained
quietly there waiting for them to come make contact, but they had begun
feeding some type of gas into the air. Neither of us was ready to accept
unconsciousness if it could be avoided, so we self-transported out of the
room. We chose to materialize on their bridge, slightly behind a guard
whom I disarmed as soon as we were solid.
I would have been proud to have been a member of that crew; they reacted
magnificently. There was one warning cry, and they were all out of their
chairs ready to jump us. The Captain said (as I guessed at the time, and
later translated), "I'll handle this. Back to your work." They all settled
obediently back to their instruments, and one individual off in the far
corner went into a flurry of activity that I was sure would produce more
guards.
The Captain moved slowly toward us. He was slender, about five feet, five
inches tall and his skin was a bluish-gray, close in color to that of the
Andorians, but there were no antennae. He patted the guard on the arm,
then held out his hand for the weapon I had taken, but never pointed at
anyone.
I bowed slightly (you know how gracious I can be when the occasion calls
for it) and laid the weapon in his hand. As he returned it to the guard,
doors opened behind Obar and me (yes, that was a mistake, standing in
front of a door), and I felt something hard and sharp touching my back. I
did not allow myself to stiffen, though I've never liked having a knife at
my back.
The Captain considered our lack of reaction, turned and gave an order that
moved a woman into his chair, then motioned Obar and me to follow him.
With the knives still at our backs we crossed the bridge and passed
through a door into a small conference room.
The Baaneuns live in a Universe LF has never studied. They occupy a
position analogous to that of the Terrans in the Federation: a young,
expanding race that is beginning to develop a true respect for different
peoples and their cultures. They seem to be about three or four hundred
years ahead of the Federation in philosophy, and nearly that much in
technology. The Shar da, thank Shev, was their first contact in our
Universe.
After hours of talking with Master Yelen and his experts (we soon had to
move to a larger room and resort to intercoms) the Fezgro made the
transition through Inner Space to our Universe.
The Shar da came sliding toward us the moment we appeared, then slowed as
Falk caught my reassuring thought.
Four of Yelen's crew returned to the Shar da with Obar and me. One of our
contact teams boarded the Fezgro to return to the Baaneun Universe with
them.
I called Lemeron and the Asturan rendezvoused with us to pick up our
guests, and escort them to Indel in style. When the Asturan left, Obar
went with her.
The following poem reminds me that separation is not a new problem.
Do Not Go
"Do not go," I could say; but this is inauspicious.
"All right, go" is a loveless thing to say.
"Stay with me" is imperious, "Do as you wish" suggests
cold indifference. And if I say "I'll die
When you are gone," you might or might not believe me.
Teach me, my husband, what I ought to say
When you go away.
Translated from the Sanskrit
but at least telepathy makes it a bit easier to convey the feelings
involved.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia Signature)
((Should I have gone with him, Dival?))
B9
TO: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
LFC SHAR DA
FROM: CAPTAIN DIVAL RAITHAN
LFC OCCELON
Thia:
I don't completely understand your complaint about not hearing from me for
so long. After all, a month or two is not very long for me! Did you not
get the long report I recorded while I was on Velona? Tsk, and after I
sneaked and dodged so much so that I could get it done (families - and
crews - can be over-solicitous at times!) I'll have to see if someone at
Elai Eltan can find the tape and send it on. News is still news if you
haven't heard it, no matter how old it is. I expect you know a few general
facts about my mission, the tape has the details, so I won't go into them
again. Suffice it to say that I am, (obviously) back on active duty.
That being so, I was here on the Occelon when the news came about Obar's
rescue. Have I heard? Thia, have you any idea how that news rang through
the Fleet? Those of us on the Occelon who know you (though most of us are
too young to have known Obar personally, we know him better than you might
think, through you), staged a Chena Irdan that wound through most of the
ship before we were done! Such happiness, so much joy for you, Thia! I
hope that before long I may meet Obar and dance some of that joy with both
of you.
And in the midst of this, for you to have the distraction of being High
Captain must be doubly unpleasant. Reports on the Durnea's crash have been
remarkably sketchy, at least in our direction; even Morel has heard little
from Malon. Has anything been discovered yet? Much relief (especially from
you, I'll bet!) on hearing that Zhen is recovering so quickly.
Such a short time for the kind of happiness you both deserve, and yet
Obar's decision was the only one he could have made to preserve the basis
of that happiness. So much pain in that short question, which you tried to
make look like an afterthought. Thia, Thia, I cannot tell you what you
want to hear. I know all your reasons for staying, and they are good,
strong, logical reasons, but for you now, they are wrong. I am sorry for
the pain my words must give you, but for your sake, and for Obar's, I must
tell you the truth. Take time for yourself, for only in the truth of your
own existence can you be happy and make others happy. There, I sound very
didactic, don't I, but I want this for you and Obar, and I know it is
right.
As to your other news, your encounter with the Baaneuns was certainly
interesting, and the results sound hopeful, but I am disturbed. I will be
very interested in the reports from the contact team. I cannot explain
precisely why, but I feel something is wrong there. Why did they not
answer your hails after they had been discovered? Why the shuttle ploy?
Why the apparent disparity between their scanner and their engine
technology? Why, having kidnapped you and Obar, did they try to gas you
after they were safely in their own universe with no hope of rescue for
you? It should have been safe to make contact then, if they were afraid of
the Shar da earlier. And what you read in their minds - or felt; I gather
they were well screened from actual reading; was it a shield or an
alien-ness? - the certainty of safety in their own universe I could
understand if it were coupled with a sense of relief. But triumph? Triumph
at what? Why such a powerful emotion? Was it at their return, or at having
you? I'm sorry, I don't mean to be an alarmist; some of these questions
may have no answers, some may have very reasonable answers. I know I'm
being very vague in my reasons, but my fears are vague, too, though not
less real for that. Yes, Thia, I am afraid. There is a feeling deep inside
that says "wrong, wrong" as truly as you sensed the "strange, strange" of
their universe. Pray that I am mistaken.
After what I have said, this will seem a strange wish, but it is all the
more needed for that:
Shev aer lo,
(Dival Signature)
B10
Thia---
No words for what I feel - no time to seek them out - We made contact with
the Shevian guard computer - my idea, Chan's implementation - the secret
was its programming - to respond to orders in Ancient Shevian to reveal
why it did not acknowledge our authority - Chan used telepathy - it
responded in kind, simultaneously to all of us - too fast to get it all,
but we saw the destruction of Shev - of the Empire - of the Great Search
ships - horrible - death and suicide and despair - It took Chan a long
time to recover enough to say we were the descendants - The computer
denied it - Chan asked why it did not believe us - It then told each of us
simultaneously and individually why we were not the Ancient Shevians -
neuroses, falsehoods, self-deceptions, ambitions - it saw it all, more
than we had seen - we were destroyed, communications broken down - no one
could speak or function - three Chenai Imai on the Aevafen, utter despair,
complete sense of futility and doom - I was swamped with knowledge of - of
problems with - of lying to myself about myself - of covering over my own
needs and pretending I could ignore them - the pains from Albintra to
Shabas - of emptiness - We all were stunned by its perception of
Lightfleet - our end has justified our means, but our means has shaped our
end - not the end for the young races, but the end of Lightfleet and
Velona - no long slow death - slow decay, corruption, deceit, loss of what
made us able to do what we do - an empty culture torn by ambition and
warped by militarism, dying in the shadows - I recovered first - Vulcan,
more successful at self-deceit - gave it our history, had it extrapolate
from probable events - It did, agreed we could be descendants - asked for
history tapes, accepted their validity - Now it waits for orders - A few
humans on the Aevafen recovered, but ship still in chaos - I am in command
- I didn't want to be - not qualified - shaking and alone - need help -
Request orders - Send aid - none of us fit for duty -
Malon
B10A
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
FROM: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
Malon:
Help is on the way, but dear friend, you may not collapse until it
arrives. You must carry out two of my orders before help arrives.
You must talk to that computer. Make certain it knows that the ships
rushing toward it at top speed are friendly. The Shar da is as close
behind this message as her engines can keep us. The Occelon, coming from
the other direction, should arrive before we do, and B a and Tenir are
enroute from Indel.
And if you want your rescuers to be in any shape to offer aid, you must
make certain the computer does not analyze us and then confront us with
the results.
Even if it is a guard computer it was built by the Ancient Shevians; it
should understand compassion. Persuade it to study the results of its
interference. If it sees the harm it did, perhaps it will leave us alone.
It might even be able to undo part of the harm. I have no idea of its
abilities. Try anything you can think of. If it has accepted that we are
its rightful inheritors and will follow your orders. . .
If you can't convince the computer that it should leave us alone, you'll
have to warn the approaching ships before they get too near.
If you are in any mood or condition to hear another's problems - we have
not heard from the contact team that went to the Baaneun Universe. There
should have been two reports by now.
Malon, I cannot face that computer. A glimpse of the truth about myself
would be more than I can stand. I should have left the ship with Obar.
Have I actually let a machine come to mean more to me than a living being
does? What would the computer tell me about pride of position?
Shev aer lo,
(Thia signature)
B11
TO: CAPTAIN DIVAL RAITHAN
LFC OCCELON
FROM: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
LFC SHAR DA
Dival:
I have told Malon that help is on the way, and as you can tell from her
message, they need it desperately. The Occelon is nearer then the Shar da.
Get to her, to them, as quickly as you can. The disjointed nature of her
message raises serious doubts as to how long she can retain any kind of
control.
Oh, hear me, Dival! How cold and controlled I sound! Hurry to them because
they are our friends, brothers, children, and they need our help. The
Shar da will be only hours, minutes behind you.
You should exercise great caution in approaching the planet, however. I'll
have Malon tell it of us; who we are, why we rush toward it, but. . . It
seems well defended and if it chooses to touch our minds as it did Malon's
and the crew of the Aevafen, we may need help as much as they do. But if
it has accepted us as its rightful inheritors there may be no problem.
As for myself - I must do some serious thinking before I face that
computer if it is going to show me the truth. The truth - I don't think I
know it about myself, or Lightfleet, anymore.
I think, I hope, that if this hadn't broken just now I would have had the
courage to abandon my command and go to Obar and the peace that awaits me
at L a Melion. Courage? Yes, it will take courage for me to leave the
Shar da, to walk away and leave everything in another's hands. Taena is
intelligent, well trained, perfectly competent to take command in normal
circumstances. But the finding of an ancient Shevian computer is not
normal; it is something the High Captain would be called to deal with, and
by luck (ill or good?) I am High Captain and close at hand. If I follow my
heart and leave it will be days before Avila and the Hilezan can reach
here to take over. But- hear my pride, Dival?- my skills my training have
been honed by long years of experience that even Avila can not match.
With a war on my conscience I still believe the universe is better for my
interfering. Do my arguments make sense? I want to be with Obar, I tell
myself and everyone else this, yet I stay with the Shar da and my position
of responsibility. Am I lying to myself? Have I actually come to care more
for a machine and a position than for a living being?
The questions about the Baaneurs were beginning to slowly occur to me. The
contact team I sent with them has failed to make two scheduled reports,
but worry about them must be put aside for a time.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia Signature)
B12
TO: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
FROM: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
Thia:
I have done what I can to help you. I have followed your orders as best I
can. I have talked to the computer; it will not speak to your crew nor to
the crew of the Occelon. I cannot guarantee the same in regard to you and
Dival . . . I'm sorry . . . I cannot do more. Your ships are safe; there
will be no defense action taken on them by the computer. It understands
Lightfleet now; it has already detected your ships and will be open to
your communications.
I called it when I had received your message. I couldn't . . . I couldn't
just act a role again . . . I simply read it your message. I think it was
the section on compassion that convinced it of your sincerity. It
understands the . . . impact of what it did to us . . . It has no power to
remove the effects. It gave knowledge; that is all. It cannot take it
away. I tried to tell it that we have sacrificed much health and many
morals to do what must be done for the sake of the Galaxy. It understood,
but it claims that that is a hollow rationale if our leaders are any less
than wonderful. I fear for you, Thia; it must satisfy its own standards
and I am sure it will probe you, and Dival, and possibly Taena and . . .
and Morel . . . I told it that it didn't understand our psychology. I told
it that it could do damage. I pointed to the Chenai Imai on the Aevafen. I
said everything I could think of . . . I cried . . . I opened my mind to
it . . . I cannot say what it will do. Shev, I'm sorry, Thia! I cannot do
more. It may confront you with what it finds in order to improve you by
its standards. Knowledge does not hurt, it heals, it says. You are Fleet
Leader . . . Yet when I said I would counsel you not to come, to get off
the ship, it said that fear of knowledge was never a Shevian trait. It is
right. What have we become, Thia, that we fear to know the truth? What
might it tell you about pride of position, and what would you do if what
you heard was. . .
It asked for some of the latest Lightfleet projects, and I told it about
your contact with the Baaneun Universe. It responded immediately with an
account of their nature . . . I feel our only hope is that they have
changed drastically since the days of Shevian exploration . . . They are
insidious . . . by our standards evil . . . dangerous . . . telepathic
wars of conquest . . . Its description of their ships sound like yours,
and it has records of a different time rate for their universe and ours,
so it is possible that they have not changed enough to make a difference
in their threat . . . It says they will come again, more and more . . . It
says it knows a defense . . . I don't know what to make of all this, it is
in my mind, my thoughts, feeling me every moment . . .
I've heard no word from the Aevafen, or from Chan. My ship is working
again. I have power. The Occelon is almost here, and I can go to it at
will, but I can't pilot . . . Come carefully, Thia. Have courage, but come
carefully. If things go well, Dival and you should be able to communicate
with it much better than I . . .
(Malon Signature)
B13
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
FROM: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
Malon:
Friend, my debt to you grows . . . horrible this way - without your aid,
it would have been unbearable.
Words aren't coming easily, too many experiences crowding my mind - many I
long to forget, but mustn't for they teach the most.
Your help - what the computer showed you in seconds it slowed down for us.
Rather than one shattering blow there were a series of lesser shocks
spread over nearly an hour - still much too fast, but giving a brief time
to assimilate and recover.
Computer contacted us when the Shar da was still a lightyear away. Great
gentle inflexible voice in my mind, in everyone's mind. "Thia, if you
bring your ship closer I will analyze your mind and report my findings to
you." I felt tiny, helpless as a newborn. There wasn't even a thought of
arguing, trying to evade. I managed to ask about the crew. "Only you and
Taena will be studied." I saw Taena nod, white-faced and frightened, like
me. I turned to Falk - started to tell him to take command, and felt his
refusal. "Computer, I, too, ask to be analyzed." I've never seen Falk so
frightened before, but determined. Then I felt Deden Inser's firm, "Me,
too," as strongly as though he were in the control center with me. I
touched Slaton's mind and he accepted command. All of this happened in
seconds.
Suspecting from your experience that that is where we would soon belong
anyway, we all joined Deden in the sickbay and it began. It was a little
bit like coming out of High Haven when the pleasant little bubble you've
been living in finally pops, but it happened over, and over, and over,
'till my mind was numb, and I wondered why such a twisted
creature as myself was trusted to judge any situation fairly.
I realized after some indefinite time that the voice in my mind was
silent, not gone, just silent, and that I was huddled in a corner under
the fronds of a fern. A nurse, whose only sign of anxiety was in her eyes,
was sitting on the floor a few feet from me observing me closely. She
handed me a small cup that she said contained something for the shock. I
realized she had spoken, that I wasn't picking up everyone's thoughts as I
had for the seconds before the 'education' started, and hoped that contact
had been broken before I was shown what I was shown.
The medication took effect immediately, and my thoughts became much
clearer, the merciful haze that had blunted the edges was swept away.
Deficiencies, deceptions, responsibilities to others that I had not
fulfilled - all painfully clear. And I had to push them all aside and get
back to work. The nurse reported that our people were boarding the Aevafen
to help her crew, and that the Occelon was taking care of the people still
on the planet's surface.
Taena, Falk, and Deden are in worse shape than I am. I'm not certain why,
but I suspect it's simply my greater age and experience. I know myself
better; have fewer illusions. I've had more experience with practically
anything you can mention, especially with the deceit we practice on
ourselves.
I've figured out why Falk and Deden went through this when they didn't
have to. They both thought ahead. Now that we've found this computer, ler
Shatan hund R in, we will use it, and anyone who uses it will have to be
studied by it. Falk went ahead to get it over with. Deden went ahead so he
could make it easier for others to face it.
I haven't checked with the Occelon yet, but I doubt if Dival was seriously
affected by the experience. Morel I don't know well enough to guess about.
Shatan hund R in has been telling me about the Baaneuns. I'm going after
the contact team I sent to their universe as soon as possible. Shatan can
supply the equations we need to reach the correct universe. If time does
truly run differently there, the team should be safe. The Baaneuns are
unlikely to harm them until they reach one of their major planets. Not
even then, as long as they hide their true natures from the team, but I
sent a very good team.
I want to study the Baaneuns, if possible. They may have changed; unlikely
as that seems. If the Aevafen and her crew are in shape to go, I'll take
them with me. If not, the Mathfori will do just as well.
I know this message sounds as though I'm nearly back to normal, and while
that isn't true, I'm not in as bad a shape as you were - are - I keep
expecting a report from someone on the Occelon, about you. The truth does
not hurt; it heals. I'm going to have to make some choices about my
personal life, but they are going to have to wait until the Baaneuns are
no longer a problem, and Zhen is ready to take back his job. By then I'll
have decided what to do.
Br v lena dil vavlorani em-lo,
(Thia Signature)
B14
TO: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN - HIGH CAPTAIN, LFC SHAR DA
FROM: COMMANDER STAAV MOREL - LFC OCCELON
Thia:
The attached report is as comprehensive an outline of - well, everyone's
condition as is possible at this time. Even the Occelon is not equipped to
handle mental trauma and shock in over five hundred people at once,
especially when over half of its staff is among those incapacitated.
I hardly know how to refer to those aboard who submitted, willingly or
not, to the Shatan hund R in; are they hurt or saved? Time will tell;
those who cannot live with what they have learned may be termed
'casualties', while those who can internalize and grow from their new
knowledge may find new beauty in life. I believe Dival will be one of the
latter. Even for him there were secrets revealed that will revolutionize
his self-image, and if I can keep him isolated until he has assimilated
them, he will be well.
For myself, I am content. I have much to think about, much to change. That
my future is in Lightfleet I seriously doubt, unless it undergoes some
drastic policy changes. From your last message (which Malon gave me to
read), I surmise you feel similarly, though none of us know what we will
do to protect the Galaxy we have tried so clumsily to serve. Years may
pass before I leave the Occelon, but a stage of transition has already
been entered. I have a perspective on our nature now that I lacked before,
and a perspective on my own needs that insists on action being taken soon
to satisfy them.
But first in my thoughts is Malon. If my desires were not so intense, I
would already be mentally listing her a casualty. I enclose a part of a
message to you that she began; it illustrates her condition. First she
will attempt to communicate calmly and rationally, then she rapidly
disintegrates into shaky, disjointed expressions of concern for others,
then she denies all of her efforts in an explosion of self-disgust, which
quickly melts into intense despair. She held herself together until she
was aboard and relieved of all responsibilities; now she goes frequently
into depressions that mentally and physically incapacitate her . . . Ah, I
am falling victim to patterns in myself I wish to change. No more of this
formal jargon. Malon screams, fights, must be restrained at times from
injuring herself. We have strapped her down twice, but I have, when I
could, just held her tight. She is afraid she is losing her mind; her
periods of exaggerated calm are products of this fear. She is fighting
herself, fighting her new knowledge even while she longs to accept it. She
has shared only part of it with me; she is concealing much. For the first
time in our relationship, she is denying me mind meld. She has evidently
gotten in touch with neurotic patterns in her love for me and is deeply
afraid that that love is hollow. I am doing what I can to reassure her; I
give her love and support and encourage her to express her feelings, even
when I restrain her.
Thia, my own despair is terrible! What can I do for her? I am trying to
open up to you; it is very hard for me, a man, a Vulcan, despite my belief
in openness. But I feel helpless now, and must accept my need for aid, my
inadequacy. I am a psychologist, I am her etanahl, but I don't know what
to do! I don't know what to do, Thia. I fear she will not be able to work
it out on her own. I want to help her, but my very help threatens her. It
is true that her condition is shared by many others on board. Some
recovered quickly, others will probably struggle for the rest of their
lives without success. I feel that with Malon, recovery will come quickly
or not at all. If it doesn't come . . . My life is linked with hers; I
don't know what I will do . . .
I'm sure you are concerned about my subjective impressions of everyone's
condition; reports can go only so far, and before I commit myself totally
to Malon, I want to tell you what I have observed. The people of the
Durn a and Aevafen are traumatized, many are hysterical; many are
unconscious. The humans, in general, weathered it best; humans are so
infinitely adaptable precisely because of the way neurosis functions to
shield them from intolerable situations and facts; the release of those
shields results in violent realizations that leave them with a sense of
freedom and well-being. Callopians and Rigelians are
worse off, but still doing well. The Velonians . . . A mixture of death
and rejoicing. Most of the people from the Occelon, benefiting from prior
warning, voluntary subjection and Malon's work with the computer, are on
their way up toward greater happiness and perception than they had known
before. The few Vulcans involved are in serious condition; they face the
need to abandon their life philosophies and create new ones, and for
Vulcans that is an overwhelming realization. I abandoned mine decades ago;
I am prepared to do it again, in whole or in part, and this experience I
can share with them and use to reassure them. Chan is functioning and
helping, though she speaks constantly of returning to Velona at the first
opportunity, feeling, I think, that her need for home and heritage has
never been met due to her lanel lack of childhood. Kiro is in bad shape,
but from sensing his strength I have hope. He speaks openly of what he
learned; much about his suppression of his Klingon training rather than
true change in attitudes, much about his denial of himself.
Yet in all this mess, I get the impression that if a crisis came, if the
Baaneuns breached the dimensional barrier or if the Galaxy were
endangered, four/fifths of those now incapacitated would leap to their
posts and do whatever was necessary to protect the young races. In all the
despair about the Fleet, there has run a strong thread of truth in its
purpose. None of us can live just for the Fleet, but at least there is
something there for us to believe in, to reach for and try to make better.
Courage, Thia; let me know how and what you are feeling.
Shev aer eno,
Zhen is on his feet and will be back on duty
within two weeks. He too will face the Shatan
hund R in. Can you help him? He will need
your wisdom and strength.
(Malon's message follows):
B14A
Thia;
Your message arrived, bringing me much-needed relief. My concern for you
has been very great - perhaps what might be termed pathological - but from
being here on the Occelon I feel any fear is justifiable. The crew of the
Aevafen is not doing well. Most of the Velonians are in High Haven and
aren't coming out of it. Dival is sadly taxed; he cannot shut out all of
the emotions around him. There was another Chena Imai last night and Morel
relieved him of duty; he's still in his quarters, though I doubt he's
asleep. Morel has, as I might have expected, weathered the experience
well, though he is pale and is holding within him a secret he will not
reveal. I fear it has to do with me - I do not yet dare ask.
Such turmoil from all these crews - such trauma as we are all faced with
truths we never thought we would have to face. The turmoil itself is
frightening; that the Fleet's finest ships should be so destroyed by
truth. But I cannot help seeing our deaths in this truth. No! I cannot go
on! This is nothingness, these words I have written! What is there to say?
I who must live with what I know about myself, too frightened even to
share it with others, what reason can I reach for that has any
significance at all . . . . . . .
(Malon)
B14B
TO: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
LFC SHAR DA
FROM: CAPTAIN DIVAL RAITHAN
LFC OCCELON
Thia;
I have learned much, and the revelations and new understanding pulse and
seethe in my mind, my spirit: fears, failures, many things I have denied,
sublimated, delayed--lied to myself about--ah, in such slow and subtle
ways do we make ourselves other than who we are! I accept the changes that
must come, as, I know, do you. I need shevendra--I need to find the
proportions of my life. There will be time . . .
But not now, or here. I must deny my needs a while longer; too many others
still need help that I can give, and I must try. We do what we can, but
Shev! Thia, the fear, the turmoil, the pain--! Sometimes I cannot bear it;
my shields are weak--partly Shatan's doing and partly the force of what
beats in upon me. Slowly I am adjusting and regaining strength. I must,
for Morel's sake; all his care and protectiveness must be for Malon.
Thia, I fear so for her! She is shattered, terrified--she won't let me
near her so I know less than Morel, but even the corona effect is
terrible. I see the fear and pleading in Morel's eyes, but there is
nothing I can do for her eacelbran, nothing she will allow me to do. Ano
cathana. But I promise you, I will try to help him, to help both of them.
Forgive me, Thia, I am weary and so much still needs to be done. Yet help
has been given and received; some of us have sensed change among our
patients and friends and we will soon know, for good or ill. Moravena dal.
Ratha eno seranta shev.
(Dival Signature)
B15
Malon:
I've finally taken a few minutes of time for myself. I'm down on the
planet; I've been running and am now sitting on a semi-comfortable stone
admiring the scenery.
Just to my left is a small - just taller than me - tree covered with pale
lavender blossoms. To the right is a dark tree - its leaves are nearly
black, they're such a dark green. Directly in front is an open field in
which a herd of long-legged, black-and-tan creatures are grazing. The wind
is blowing from them to me, so they are not aware of my presence.
Behind me is a forest - a deep, cool, green, leafy haven from all my
cares. In a few moments I will enter it again and run until I must return
to the Shar da and my responsibilities.
This is a lovely planet. The beings assigned here will grow to love it.
There will be families, and I wonder about the children who will grow to
maturity with Shatan hund R in. What will they be like?
Something blue with wings just flitted into the forest and I hear it
calling - calling me, it seems. I must go.
Even if life holds no more than this - it is worthwhile. Life is to live,
not to do great things with.
(Thia Signature)
B16
Thia:
I must return to Velona as soon as possible - I must find out who I am -
recommend I remove Aevafen to safe distance and put all non-critical cases
on board and have Security Ships or cruiser (recommend Hezatha) tow ship
back to Indel to better facilitate care aboard the Occelon - many of the
Corr i Tom urgently need chylani and home winds - I must FIND chylan and
home winds - come when you can - we must run together through the ancient
forests and learn new songs, you and I-
(Chan Signature)
B17
Chan:
The last of the non-critical cases should be aboard by now, and the
security ships ready to take you in tow. I'm sorry I couldn't take your
suggestion and call the Hezatha to do the towing, but I can't risk
exposing any more fildanten captains to Shatan hund R in at this time.
It's bad enough to call the security ship captains in to face her.
They will take you directly to Velona, then the ship will be taken to
Indel.
I long to be going with you back to the Esan Voren. You will find what you
need in the forests of L ani Eviem and the loving hearts of your chylan.
Be the corr you never were. Run the woods free, as the hezatha that blows
through them, and some day the north wind will bring me with it when it
blows from L a Melion to L ani Eviem. We will go to the springs where the
selant is born and be selelev-inali with no cares or worries beyond the
next meal.
(Thia Signature)
B18
TO: COMMANDER STAAV MOREL
FROM: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
I don't like this job! It keeps making me do things I don't want to do. I
want to be on the Aevafen with Chan heading for Velona and my beloved
forests. Instead I sit here in the midst of what I keep thinking of as a
battlefield. It doesn't look quite as much like one with the Durn a off
the ground and ready to be towed back to Indel, but it still feels like
one.
I want to tell you to take Malon to some calm island of peace and devote
all your skill to healing her. I can't do that either; I need both of you
here. So I am driven to the following suggestion.
The trouble is not that we cannot face the truth; it is just that there
was too much to face all at once. Those of us who received it more slowly
had less trouble; those who had to keep going with their jobs managed to
hold together until they were relieved, because they did not have time to
consider all of the truth while doing their job, but were forced to take
it bit by bit.
Would it help Malon to put her back under stress? If you think it would,
offer her the job she should be doing. It may be more weeks before I can
enter the Baaneun Universe, and even with the 15/1 time differential, that
is too long to leave the contact team in their hands, if they haven't
changed. I need Malon to take the Charisma and go after them. There is no
time to wait for an Agent and ship to be sent here from Indel. I would
have sent someone else in the Charisma, but there is no one here who can
handle it.
My crew is doing well. The few Velonians who seemed to be having any
difficulties were sent down to the planet's surface to run. Running has a
definite effect on the way a Velonian's mind works. After running a few
minutes your thoughts begin to flow with your strides, smooth and even. It
is a help in sorting out tangled problems.
B a will be arriving in a few minutes. Tenir is staying three light-years
away until we see how B a reacts. My recommendation; not his idea. I don't
want two Council members on my hands at the same time, not when we may
have to face an invasion at any moment.
If Malon cannot take the mission, let me know as soon as possible. I'll
have to find someone to send. She can have almost anyone off any of the
ships around here for a partner.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia Signature)
B19
TO: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
FROM: COMMANDER STAAV MOREL
Thia;
I'm sorry I've taken so long to respond to your message, but Malon has
taken a long time to decide to accept your idea. I would tell you more
about the time of indecision, but I and everyone here, including Malon,
are so sick of it that we want to forget it all as soon as possible. She
will tell you what she wants you to know.
I will say that under any other circumstances I would not have considered
sending her and Kiro off the way we have, and that even now I have doubts.
It is difficult to behave with that in mind. Dival intervened when he saw
that I was becoming as distracted as Malon; we had an enormous scene in
the main medical lounge where he came to talk to me, in which everyone
(some twenty people) focused in on me and told me that I had been
systematically confusing an already confused situation by being so deeply
involved with every word Malon said. My perspective on life breaks down
all too readily when it comes to Malon; I love her so much. I was
shamefully unreceptive to what Dival told me. I even started to walk out
on him, whereupon he grabbed me and held me forcibly. I shook him off more
roughly than - well, than I intended, and in the only physical expression
of anger I've ever seen from him, he put his foot on my chest and hurled
me across the room into some supportive arms, crying "Lo alerasa!" I was
almost too surprised to regain my feet. His anger was hot, unabashed and
justified, and I knew it, and I stopped blocking out his words and my own
feelings and got down to some truths. It wasn't easy, but we're all -
especially Malon - much the better for it. Without me hanging over her she
mustered her shaken courage and was off the ship with Kiro before I could
relapse. Dival is helping me maintain my new perspective, so perhaps I'll
be able to work things out.
In all of this, I can hardly find the time or thought to worry about the
hazards of her mission; that I must leave to others like yourself (I can
feel your gratitude). You will be relieved to know that Zhen is on his way
to join us, though he will not resume the High Captaincy until he has
faced the Shatan hund R in and then been cleared by Dival, you, Taena and
myself.
Shev aer lo, Thia, o irdan
(Morel Signature)
B20
Thia --
Not to seem forest-fevered or anything, but I think our blood is stirring
along similar lines. When we have a breather, let us go to Velona and
leveta leani hund voreni. I have had enough of space and of this fildanten
for now. The Shatan hund R in had given me things, which need to be danced
into the pattern of my life. When my frustration and needs come from me in
the form of force I know it is time for a visit home, no matter how Morel
may assure me that all is well. I know he told you what happened, so I
need not explain again, but the memory sits on my mind and presses against
my body.
The trees call, the rough shaking of weather, the birth of a caladi on the
soft leafy floor of the forest and a Chena Isvelan with the chylan, a walk
with an empath, calling to selecheneni over a night sea, a long journey
alone to think about many, many things while the forest gives its wisdom
to my silent songs. These I am beginning to find in my thoughts more and
more, and the paths here don't answer the need.
Leveta aer irdan,
(Dival Signature)
B21
TO: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN - LFC SHAR DA Code I
Security I
FROM: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON - LFS CHARISMA Personal
Thia:
I'm back. It was a close thing. It was so strange and tense and I myself
was so unstable that - Shev, I can hardly even remember everything.
Kiro and I entered the Baaneun Universe in my Charisma; the transition
went without incident. We had basic star coordinates from you, but no real
idea of where to look for the contact team. It was Kiro who arranged our
communications to pick up the Baaneun Fleet's messages, and who traced
vague references and found the Fezgro. If he hadn't, we'd still be there,
searching; I don't think I'm thinking straight yet.
Under full scanner shields and at extreme range, we paced the Fezgro for
about an hour, scanning its interior. I found it hard to concentrate, I
remember; thoughts of you both, of Morel, of those dread hours on the
Occelon, all kept coming into my mind. Several times I closed my eyes and
clenched my fist on the console as my stomach went cold. Kiro worked
steadily, his calm practicality drawing me back, making me function. Shev
aer os; he had pain of his own to handle.
All eight members of the team were located in a single area on the Fezgro;
my scanners revealed force fields and sealed chambers, indicating that
they were being held prisoner. We examined the Fezgro's sensors for a
time, and determined that we could make subcom contact with the team
without the Baaneuns noticing. We didn't want to effect rescue until we
were sure they needed it (false alarms can create terrible diplomatic
snarls).
But the team didn't answer our hail. We boosted the impulse as much as we
dared, we checked for interfering shields, we even confirmed their
subcoms' abilities to receive, and could find no reason for their failure
to answer. Our scanners did show that the team was getting agitated; their
metabolisms were charging up and they were clustering in groups. Kiro and
I were totally baffled. They had to be hearing the signals, but they
wouldn't answer.
At this point we received a hail from the Fezgro, demanding to know our
identity and business; their scanners had penetrated our shields. After
some hesitation I answered, very politely, and told them we were a
Lightfleet embassy. There was a short silence, then Yelen came on,
sounding warm and friendly, and invited us aboard so that they could "do
us honor" and reaffirm our continuing friendship, etc., etc. We said we
were very pleased but could we have a word with the Contact Team. Well, he
was very sorry but the weren't presently aboard. Kiro and I exchanged
glances. Then my hands moved over the transporter controls, and in another
moment the team was standing in the room behind us, crowding forward to
the control room, all talking at once in surprise and relief.
T'Mir pulled a chair up beside Kiro and her eyes swept the panels. I had
turned the Charisma and was keeping well in front of the Fezgro, which was
in full charge at warp 12. T'Mir glanced at both of us. "Good to see you,"
she said with the ghost of a smile. "It has been extremely disturbing to
be captives in an alien universe." "Are you all right?" Kiro said shortly,
his eyes on the screens that showed the receding, bristly nose of the
Fezgro.
She shrugged her eyebrows. "They wanted information. Intensive
interrogations, some isolation, some minor attempts at physical
persuasion-" "Torture," put in Kiro bluntly. "-nothing serious," she
finished. "Nothing our training couldn't handle."
We spoke no more for the moment, because I was putting my ship through a
computer-controlled dive into a sun and jumping at the last instant into
Inner Space. Another second's work put our home stars on our screen.
"Think they'll fall for that Code 9?" said Kiro dubiously.
"Undoubtedly not," T'Mir and I answered together, though- you know, Thia,
I'd thought it a good idea when I'd planned it. Yet it wouldn't have
fooled me for two seconds, and I knew all along that they have sensors as
good as ours. Well at any rate, they didn't follow, so perhaps it was my
intuition.
I was bushed, and set the Charisma on return-course to the Shar da's
position, then leaned back in my chair and swiveled to face the team. I
didn't want their full reports just then, but I did want to know one
thing. "Why the hell didn't you answer our hails?" The team - a tousled,
tired group they were - stared at me blankly and T'Mir's brow formed a few
lines. "Hails?" "Yes, hails. Did your subcoms malfunction?" She shook her
head. "I don't recognize your reference."
I might have stammered on for a few more seconds, trying to make sense of
her bewilderment, but at this point Kiro moved swiftly and smoothly out of
his chair and across the room - well away from the team - and did
something useless with a panel there. At the same time he gave me the Code
II hand signal for "our friends are enemies". I always trust a Klingon's
instinct for danger; I stretched, pretended to swallow a yawn and said,
"Let's go back to the lounge and get more comfortable. I want a full
report."
They filed obediently back through the ship. When they were all in the
lounge and I was at the door, I drew my phaser and stunned the lot of
them.
Shev, half our training is tied up around subcoms! How could T'Mir and the
team seem so normal and yet have forgotten the existence of their own
links with the Fleet? Yet subcoms are a Level IB security issue; in
mind-sifter-level interrogations the agents would have forgotten them,
automatically, as part of their unconscious training. Yet in that case the
team should have forgotten other things, too . . . I can make no sense of
it, unless the Baaneuns are enormously sophisticated telepaths, which I
doubt.
But if they are indeed such powerful telepaths, then they are far more
powerful than we are and we dare not examine that team ourselves; I
suggest you go to Organia and ask one of the Larebrani to do it. I think
you should tell no one what you are doing, and self-transport to avoid
tracing. We are keeping the team unconscious and are heading straight to
Indel. Kiro is alerting the Council now; we'll be there in a few hours.
Kiro will rejoin the Aevafen at Indel, and I'll proceed alone to rejoin
the Comscin, near Dolentan. I should arrive in your area in three days.
(Malon signature)
B21A
TO: CAPTAIN DIVAL RAITHAN AND COMMANDER STAAV MOREL LFC OCCELON
FROM: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN LFC SHAR DA
Dival o Morel;
Malon is missing.
She was to have returned here after delivering the contact team to Indel
and while she is not yet overdue, I have been unable to contact her. I
can't even get an answer from the Charisma's computer.
Security Ships are tracing her probable route from Indel.
You saw Malon's report before I left for Organia. (I wasn't suspicious of
her advice, but I did learn the hard way to make sure someone always knows
what I'm doing.) This message from Kiro was waiting when I returned from
Organia. It arrived only an hour after I left, but since it was marked
personal, waited for my return.
PERSONAL
Thia:
I was born and bred a warrior, and whatever I may have become in recent
years I still know when I have something to fear. There is rottenness
here, High Captain, and you had best swiftly face it.
Malon and I are keeping our mouths shut, and will keep doing so. She is as
danger-wary as I, and knows her business. Shev, had she not even more guts
than I we would still be roaming Baaneun space looking for the damned
Fezgro. My skin crawled in that space; I couldn't have mastered those
communication tracings the way she did for Shev itself.
Kiro
Prad! They are both highly trained, objective agents, yet their accounts
contain substantial differences. If anyone had seen both messages, Malon
would never have been allowed to leave Indel.
A full report is on its way to Indel. Perhaps something can be discovered
by questioning Kiro.
Morel, I don't see what I could have done differently, yet I feel horribly
guilty. I will do everything within my power to find her.
Emvertin,
(Thia signature)
B21b
TO: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN LFC SHAR DA
FROM: CAPTAIN DIVAL RAITHAN LFC OCCELON
Thia:
I know that if there had been any word of Malon you would have told us,
but I'm feeling so helpless that I need the initiative of asking to give
me at least an illusion of doing something! You have some solace in
directing the search, though I know you don't think so. The Occelon's work
has nothing to do--now--with Malon, yet it is done well, even with so much
of our minds and hearts elsewhere.
Morel---waits. His strength and perception allow no blame, no withdrawal;
somehow, despite his pain, he still gives freely of himself to those who
need his help. The crew responds with care and concern which they are too
wise to express as reassurance. When he needs more, I give what comfort I
can. So far he is bearing up well. We know too much to be without fear but
even after so many days, we still hold off despair--oh Shev! I'm not
saying anything; what is there to say?! Have courage and hope, astan--we
must.
Alosta lon shev,
(Dival signature)
B22
TO: CAPTAIN DIVAL RAITHAN
FROM: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
PRIORITY I (Released to Captain Raithan as part of material needed for
medical and security check of commander T'Ares Malon.)
Dival:
She's alive! The following just arrived:
TO: CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
FROM: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
Thia, I am not quite sure what has happened. I'm starting this now partly
as an effort to organize and calm my thoughts, so forgive me if I'm
disorganized. I just woke up in my command chair on the Charisma - in
itself strange, since I never sleep in it - and, already puzzled, checked
to see how long I'd been asleep and the chronometer told me that 8 days
have passed. That is, it didn't tell me until I noticed that it wasn't
moving and opened it to the LF general frequency for a reset.
I'm checking the ship's automatic records . . . Nothing. No record of
activity at all. Checking scanner records . . . Thia, I'm getting a record
of a dimensional warp, looks like an inner space transition. Timed to .05
seconds before the record goes blank. Ship's condition . . . normal: no
indication of even normal 8-day deterioration. The only thing I can think
of is that the ship has been in some kind of stasis. I'm turning the
medical scanners on myself . . .
Well, I've lost eight pounds, and my digestive system is totally empty;
artificially so. Blood tests come out low-sugar, as might be expected plus
traces of something my scanners don't identify and I can't, with this
equipment and experience, analyze. It doesn't look like any drug I've ever
seen . . .
What the hell! Have I been missing? Uh . . . right. I've been so
preoccupied with all these tests that I didn't notice that my position had changed substantially . . . looks like 47.5 . . . no, 49
lightyears . . . Present location 517/27.739. My engines show no
indication of travel. Starting to feel shaky . . . What's going on?
Recommend I rendezvous immediately with the nearest cruiser . . . Damn, I
have no way of knowing the present cruiser distribution. Who's near me?
Can you inform someone of my location? This is starting to slink in; I
must assume my absence has been known, unless the whole galaxy is in the
same position . . . Heh, I seem to be losing my perspective . . . Inform
Morel, will you?
I feel fine; a little dizzy from low-blood-sugar, a good meal will fix
that. Slightly nauseous, nothing serious. I keep checking my records and
finding nothing; just blanks. Trying to organize my thoughts. My ship
hasn't changed a molecule, but I have. And I don't remember anything; not
a thing. I was sitting at my panel, heading for Dolentan, everything was
on automatic, I was thinking about . . . Let's see . . . The Shatan hund
R in. And then I was waking up all cramped and uncomfortable and stiff and
sticky-eyed to all of this. Goddamnit to hell . . .
I've got to eat something . . . Tell me what's going on! Maybe you should
make it Code 1 . . .
(Malon signature)
B23
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
FROM: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
(Released to Captain Raithan re: study of T'Ares Malon)
Malon:
Thank Shev! I had given up hope of ever hearing from you again.
First - closest ship is the Comscin. Course and speed for rendezvous are
being fed to the Charisma's computer. ETA four hours. A message is on its
way to Morel. The Occelon is still orbiting Dolentan, the planet of Shatan
hund R in.
I'll try to tell this in order as though it were a report, not a message
to a friend returned from the dead.
After your message I left to consult the experts as you suggested. Prad,
why bother to be cautious! I transported to Organia, arriving there
safely, but exhausted. After being recharged I described our assessment of
the situation to the Larebrani. Oleashan, who has worked with Lightfleet
before, agreed to journey to Indel and study the contact team you rescued,
and the Baaneun contact team being held captive.
When I returned to Dolentan - taking twice as long coming back and
arriving in much better shape - I tried to contact you, and could get no
answer. I ordered a search at once. A Security Ship found the place the
Charisma left this universe. The most minute examination of the region
uncovered no evidence of another ship, so we had to believe you had taken
her out by yourself, but it didn't seem likely it was of your own free
will. I took the Shar da through Inner Space to the Baaneun Universe, but
there was no indication the Charisma had surfaced in the area we scanned.
I made the area as large as possible, but Tenir was on Dolentan, and I was
uneasy about him with only the Occelon around.
I returned, reported my failure to find any trace of you - gathered my
courage and told Morel in person, thinking of the months you spent finding
Obar and comparing it to the days I spent looking for you, but all the
alternate universes is too large an area to search with no clues, and
trouble building behind you.
We were certain the Baaneuns were the cause of your disappearance, so
Tenir and I settled down for a long discussion with Shatan hund R in. That
damn computer is so vague. Mirror of truth she may be, but she is also
annoyingly elusive and evasive. Lingering lack of trust in us, or just the
way she was meant to operate? I'd guess the first. She admits we are the
descendents of her builders, but that our corrupt methods make us unworthy
of her full trust, unsafe to handle all the powers at her command.
By concentrating simply on getting a complete picture of the telepathic
ability of the Baaneuns we made some progress. Our conclusion - an alert,
lanelized Velonian cannot be influenced by them. Note that carefully,
Malon. An alert lanelized Velonian is safe! The Baaneuns are masters of
the insidious invasion of both minds and territories. An enemy who can
seem a friend until a knife is at your throat, a knife held by your best
friend, but controlled by the Baaneuns. Obar and I were very alert when we
were among them. We came back with nothing more than some false
information, gathered in a straight-forward method. I might have gotten
closer to the truth if I hadn't been so damn busy being polite!
Then the reports began coming in from Indel. Oleashan reported that the
contact team I placed in the Baaneuns' hands was riddled with hidden
compulsions; commands that dissolved too swiftly even under her careful
touch to be studied. From the hints of violence she caught, it seems you
were wise to stun them, and keep them that way.
After the failure to learn anything from the Shar da's contact team,
Oleashan attempted to study the Baaneuns from the Fezgro. As her mind
touched that of the first Baaneun, all of the Baaneuns, in their separate
quarters, died. In shock over having caused these deaths Oleashan
instantly dropped her simulation of a blonde female humanoid and, to the
great distress of those in the room with her, became a brightly glowing
ball of energy. She was too shaken by this inadvertent violation of her people's philosophy of total non-violence to
give a coherent report, or to allow the Council to question her. But
before her abrupt departure for home, she stated that she had never felt a
death such as these, a dwindling of the mind as though it was retreating a
vast distance.
Kiro had rejoined the Aevafen and was behaving normally, but since he was
the only remaining being who had entered Baaneun space and returned, he
was called to the Council chambers. B a told him all that had happened,
and then asked him to give permission for a mind search to see if he
carried any Baaneun compulsions. He stood before them and gravely
considered the request. He has all non-telepath's usual aversion to having
anyone, even those he trusts, poking around in his mind. Then like the
warriors he is descended from, he faced the Council proudly and agreed. He
was offered a choice of examiners, and to no one's surprise he choose B a.
She moved over beside him, and as she touched his shoulder in a gesture of
reassurance, he drew his knife and almost succeeded in slitting her
throat. Zhen, who was there as an observer, was far enough to the side to
have a clear shot, and stunned him. B a was in his mind before his body
hit the floor, but she felt only a few dissolving patterns, like bits of
smoke carried before the wind, nothing she could decipher. Kiro had no
memory of the attack when he awoke.
Melon, go straight to the Comscin. I don't know what I'm asking you to
face, but the risk must be taken.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia signature)
B24
TO: CAPTAIN R VIA LFC COMSCIN
FROM: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
(Released to Captain Raithan re study of T'Ares Malon)
R :
Malon should reach the Comscin in a little under four hours. You have seen
the report on Kiro. His actions were the result of work done at a distance
over a relatively short period of time. In that same amount of time Malon
was apparently influenced to return to the Baaneuns.
They have had her for eight days - less by a factor of 15/1 if the time
was spent in the Baaneun Universe - but still much too long.
After my initial joy at her return the questions began. Why did they allow
her to return? There is no evidence, by her own words, that she escaped.
Was she sent back to carry out some specific task? They know - they knew -
little of our capabilities, but now they have searched the minds of the
contact team, Kiro and Malon. I doubt if we have many secrets left, and
with this knowledge of us, they must know we will be suspicious of her
after such a disappearance.
Your welcome home to her I fear is going to have to be lacking in warmth,
which shouldn't surprise her; with four hours to think, most of these
questions will have occurred to her, if her mind is
working normally. I wouldn't let the Charisma get any closer than extreme
transporter range. I suggest you disarm Malon - if she wears any weapons
aboard and confine her, brig or sickbay, until her mind can be checked.
Shatan might be the most capable of studying her mind. Wonder if all this
was done just to get Malon back near Shatan hund R in?
When Zhen returns from Indel with the Durn a, he'll take back his damn job
and I'll be able to quit giving orders like these.
Treat her as gently as she'll let you.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia signature)
B25
Dear Thia and Dival, (Since I haven't written you lately, Dival, I'll just
send a copy of this to you, too - hope you like it), I am drunk. In fact,
I am very drunk. I trust the recorder will clear out my words into a
readable printout - are you doing that, recorder?
(Computer 197XB.79 response to interrogative "AFFIRMATIVE")
That's fine. So this will sound very clear and reasonable and everyone
will be happy. Right? I suppose you both want a report. What have I been
doing with myself; you want to know? Such a long communication delay, tch,
tch. Damn reports to hell - did you record that, you silent little
microphone?
(Computer 197XB.79 response to interrogative "AFFIRMATIVE")
Oh, what the hell, leave it. Thia, Dival, I am sitting in one of the
Comscin's gardens. Very pretty here, really very nice . . . Um, I guess I
should . . . Yes, tell you what's been going on. Yes. Well, there have
been many, many, many, many tests on me. Many tests. Telepaths and
machines both. Can't say which were more friendly. Tried to kill R , yes,
that was one thing, almost forgot that. Only I didn't lose (ERROR)
(Computer 197XB.79 request "PLEASE REPEAT")
Consciousness! Consciousness you little . . . microphone . . . Yes, I was
awake and aware, very aware, all through it, ready for it, in fact, after
your letter, Thia. I read the reports on Iro - that's Kiro - and the
others, knew what to expect. Found myself lunging forward - same physical
skill as usual, interesting - and I fought it, doubled up, muscles
fighting muscles, you know, screaming "Fire, someone, fire!" and they
didn't because they saw I was fighting it and wanted to let me find out
what I could, so I kept screaming "Fire" with my whole body cramping until
R couldn't stand it any more and did fire. So then I was half-stunned and
couldn't see and broke down and cried on the floor, and R was crying too
and took me in her arms and as soon as she did I found myself lashing out
again . . . damn . . . just damn the whole thing . . . R , I . . . God, I
don't know . . . no use, I guess . . . So Ran and R held me - I couldn't
do much damage half-stunned anyway - while I shook all over. I was so
afraid, Thia, Dival. Ha, still am, here in this garden with this bottle of
bourbon; who am I kidding? Later when we all thought it was over I drew my
phaser in Impulse Maintenance and fought it so hard I couldn't breathe and
had to be rushed to sickbay and a . . . a whatsit thing . . . what's the
word . . . respirator! Almost didn't remember that word . . . taking
another bit of what-ever-this-is to smooth things over - just a moment
here . . . So now I can't trust myself and no one else can trust me
either. Handy dandy situation. You know what, Thia and Dival? I don't
think these, these flashy violence com-compulsions are what the damned
Baaneuns really did to me - to all of us who have been with them.
Compulsions are too clumsy, too easily fought, too easily seen. I think
these (ERROR)
(Computer 197XB.79 request "PLEASE REPEAT")
Assassination attempts . . . assassination . . . Anyway, I think they're
decoys. To make us think we've found what their game is, while all the
time they're doing something much more . . . subtle, and dangerous. Even
money it has to do with Shatan hund R in. Shatan must be their biggest
problem - Shevian computer, probably has powers greater than the Baaneuns.
Why was it placed there? They must be wondering. What can it do? I'll
stake my life we'll never hear Shatan's purpose from Shatan. I don't think
she doubts us - I don't think she ever did. I think that whole "you aren't
really Velonians" thing was a . . . a ruse, yes, a ruse on her part. She
won't tell us because the damned Baaneuns can probe us any time they like
- even you two, even lanelized Velonians, I bet aren't really safe . . .
How alert can you stay through the months that are going to pass, hm? . .
. Don't kid yourselves . . . They can find out anything we know. Shatan's
only chance is to keep the secret of her power a secret, and if the
Baaneuns can get into- Oh, Shev. Shev! Dival, Thia, I think I've found out
. . . what they're doing to me... with me-
(Malon)
B26
TO: CAPTAINS THIA C HENEN AND DIVAL RAITHAN
FROM: CAPTAIN R VIA LFC COMSCIN
Thia and Dival:
Enclosed are Malon's letters to you both; read them before you read this.
I'd like opinions from both of you. Malon is unconscious in sickbay and
has been so for nearly seven hours. We think she will be fine, but the
strain on her has been considerable. It's been bad here. The worst of it
was her own fear of herself. I have the feeling that the Baaneuns could
cripple the whole fleet just by spreading the kind of helpless sense of
fear that Malon has been experiencing. And my fear, too, of my own close
friend. Shev save you both from the experience.
We've been keeping her under guard, but when she went into the garden with
bourbon, the guards tactfully stationed themselves outside the door. It
was quite a while before they heard a noise that sounded like a choked
scream. When they got to her she was out cold.
All we have to go on is the letter she was dictating to both of you, and
some cautious telepathy on my part. I've been poring over the letter for
hours now, and I think I can guess what she realized. It hasn't been
thought possible for one telepath to effect a mind-union with another
telepath without the knowledge of both, but that is what I think happened.
I think Malon has been carrying a Baaneun intelligence around with her
since she left Baaneun space - a thought to make us all shudder, isn't it?
A mind in our minds, without our knowledge? And undetectable to other
telepaths, as well?
The key to release from it seems to be conscious realization, similar to
the way the other "compulsions" vanished upon threat of discovery by
telepathic examination. We'll know when Malon wakes up if she is truly
free of it - or rather, of the Baaneun - but Donald says he's fairly sure.
He says something about her autonomic reflexes being back to normal,
though, when I asked if they were wrong before, he squints and says,
"Well, not exactly . . ." so I assume it's something rather subliminal.
I think Kiro should be told of all this; he's the only other one - Oh no,
I was forgetting the original contact team! All those who were in Baaneun
hands for any length of time I consider potential dangers. Thia, I don't
know about you and Obar. I suppose we must consider the possibility and
I'm sure they're capable of memory work - and no doubt lack Velonian
compunctions about performing it. Have courage! It seems that discovery of
the truth can bring only freedom and safety. My sympathies, and support,
astan! We're taking care of Malon; hopefully she will be able to tell you
more herself. (I wonder at the Baaneuns' motive; what do they want to
learn? Or do? Some more effective sabotage, performed after suspicions
have died? Or information? I wonder if some hint of the Baaneun's thoughts
were reaching Malon toward the end of that letter. I'd never heard her
express those hypotheses before).
Again, Thia, courage, for you and Obar both. Dival, your empathy in this
will be invaluable. Guard yourselves, both of you!
(R signature)
B27
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON AND CAPTAIN DIVAL RAITHAN
FROM: THIA CHENEN
Malon and Dival:
Zhen and the Durn a are back in service, and a great burden has been
lifted from my shoulders. Zhen and I met at planet dawn at Shatan hund
R in. I spent several hours briefing him before he officially relieved me.
He tried to be dignified about it, but I kissed him, then went capering
about like a young Avasan, though I doubt any Avasan could have matched my
joy, or the lengths of my leaps. It felt as though an actual weight had
been lifted from my shoulders.
After a few minutes I quieted down enough to tell him of my decision, and
he joined me in a chena hund hana. Yes, I am leaving. No, by the time you
receive this, I have left. I am gone. I am on my way home, to Obar, to
Velona, to L a Melion, to Chan, whom I will visit as I promised.
This is what I should be doing, I know it, and no one here has tried to
talk me out of it. I doubt if you would either, but I still feel the need
to explain why I chose this time to follow my own desires rather than
carry out the duties I've been trained for. What I'm doing now is what
I've wanted for so long I can no longer remember the beginning of the
desire. Kahar made it worse, the war deepened the need, the weeks of
suspense as you, Malon, hunted for Obar brought it to a peak. Then for a
brief time Obar was with me, to both ease and enforce my need for the
freedom of the forests and the nearness of my family. When he left, only
the fact that I was High Captain held me here. Shatan showed me even more
clearly what I wanted and needed, but I was still High Captain.
The time you were missing, Malon, was the finish. I didn't even have the
dismal peace of believing you were dead. That can be adjusted to, but to
fear a friend is in the hands of enemies such as the Baaneuns is a pain
that grows rather than lessens with time. I am going to Obar, to my
forests for the peace I need.
I'm going back to Indel on a Security Ship, then take my Chench to
Velona. I feel a little - undefended? - traveling without the Shar da. No
Baaneun ships have been detected except in this sector of the galaxy
around Shatan hund R in, but I have so little faith in the information I
thought we had about them that I'm almost convinced they could be
scurrying around everywhere without us detecting them. Damn dismal
depressing thoughts! Lightfleet can, and will, solve the problem.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia signature)
Dival, sending you this message rather than facing you in person, is a
kind of cowardice, but you would ask questions I don't want to have to
find answers for.
Malon, tell R I'll keep what she said in mind.
B27a
TO: COMMAND COUNCIL
HIGH CAPTAIN ZHEN LON AN, LFC DURN A
CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN, SECURITY SHIP AVELANDEN
FROM: CAPTAIN DIVAL RAITHAN, LFC OCCELON
SUBJECT: MEDICAL AND SECURITY CLEARANCE OF COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
All medical and telepathic examinations of Commander Malon have proved
clear.
Her physical systems, functions and reflexes are normal, coordination and
control excellent. No traces of the Baaneun drug remained, and analysis
was impossible from the limited information in the Charisma's medicomp;
Kestavan and I feel that the drug was in all likelihood benign, intended
as another decoy.
She is totally free, mentally and telepathically, of any traces of the
Baaneun or its influence. Stress still remains from her confrontation by
Shatan hund R in, but it is no longer incapacitating.
I therefore recommend her immediate return to full Class II clearance and
active duty status.
Dival Raithan signature)
Thia:
I'm feeling totally drained, simply from overwhelming relief. Now we can
be free of all our questions and guilt and fears; sending Malon on that
mission was the right decision, for all of us. She let me examine her, and
I knew when she gave me permission that the healing had begun; I could
have wept for joy at that alone. She still blocked me from much of her
mind--still too much that she is not facing, not letting anyone, even
Morel, see--but it was not the kind of barrier that could have hidden any
Baaneun influence and I knew that she was free and would be well. But she
needs peace and time, now that she has begun to accept her new knowledge,
and we can't give her that, though I want so much to help. Even Morel is
caught between his care and his knowledge. Maybe work will continue to
help her, but she needs time for herself, too. Shev aer as.
My thoughts are with her and Morel more than with the Baaneun situation,
though my fears about the Baaneuns have proved truer than my worst
imaginings. At least Malon has warned us in time, and we might otherwise
have found out too late (their choice of her as an agent may have been a
crucial mistake); but I leave these worries to Zhen and the Council.
As for you, astan, what questions are you afraid I would ask? I should say
I told you so, but the only thing that matters is that you're doing what
is right. My thoughts (and envy) and my love go with you.
Tosamira shev,
(Dival signature)
B28
TO: THIA CHENEN (and Obar) cc. Captain Dival Raithan
FROM: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
Thia:
I am in command of the Comscin now. I don't want to be. I have read and
re-read your letter, and it tears at me. R is on her way to Velona too;
when she heard of your leaving, it was only a matter of hours before she
decided that she too must go. She has been on the ship too long. Ran has
been on the ship far, far, too long, but he is one of those fortunate (?)
few who can extend their concept of "natural settings" to include space.
Even he is strained, his face lined and . . . musty? You know the state.
The circuitry gets into your blood like dust, and your thoughts become
greyed, your vision sour. But he stays to help me readjust, then he too
will go home. And I, who have not been in command for so long, do not want
to be here either.
I am all right. I'm not drunk, or sick, or traumatized, or exhausted. I'm
tired, but it is a weariness of the mind. Too much has happened, each upon
the heels of the other. I can't look back and find a time of peace; I
can't remember when last I sat back and relaxed that little knot inside
that holds the strings of body and mind taut. An hour, an evening with
Morel and Reladan - I hardly know them any more. I think, "I too want to
go home," but the bewildering truth is that I have no home. Friends offer
their homes for me to visit but it isn't the same. Velona is not home;
beautiful as it is, it's new to me, without memories and without that
personal bond that comes from belonging. The rooms on Indel are too full
of experience, of echoes of pressure and pain, to give peace. Vulcan is
beautiful, but its culture has begun to appall me, and the two are
inseparable, as Velona is inseparable from the chylani. The culture gets
into the earth, the air, the rhythms of the patterns in which one walks.
And if I did go to Velona or Vulcan, there would be that ache inside, the
ache of being an alien. I can't put that from my heart, and it is useless
to try. My body yearns for something that does not exist, I thirst in a
land without water.
The ship does well. The strain on the crew has been well managed, and they
are rested in the midst of labor. Ran is the only one needing a leave, and
he'll get it within a few days. I've consulted with Zhen and we've decided
that there is little point in the Comscin remaining in this area.
Lightfleet's patrol is suffering for it; all these cruisers clustered,
waiting for an unknown event that is not materializing. I myself am free
of the Baaneuns; I can feel it, can see into every part of my mind,
knowing my freedom now that the threat is gone, the way one knows one's
ears were blocked only after they have cleared a crude parallel, but
perhaps you can empathize. If I am not free, there is no point in waiting
to find out. I could wait all my life, and never be sure. I think opinion
here is beginning to change regarding the Baaneuns. There is little LF can
do about them. If we persisted, we might maintain our own defense while
they attack our interference, but nothing more. We could not prevent them
from striking elsewhere, or from entering our space. We must wait, I
think, for more information from Shatan. I think it is Shev, not Indel, in
whose hands the solution lies. Zhen and the Council feel more
responsibility than do I - perhaps because they have felt the Baaneuns'
power less that I - or perhaps because the Baaneuns encourage my
pessimism. I don't see how we can know which, at this point. We are
treading water, but we are out of our depth, and we can't tread forever,
waiting, not though we were selecheneni bred and born.
The ship is at once strange and familiar to me, like walking old paths in
a dream. But even as I learn its new ways and remember its old, my
thoughts are with you. I confess I fear for you; it will reassure me to
know you've reached Velona. The Baaneuns must know your importance, and
may know your vulnerability. I don't know your schedule and so don't know
when or where this will reach you, but if you are still in space, perhaps
you might consider putting the Chench n on computer pilot and block all
voice commands except for communications until you reach Velona. You could
always relay to Indel for an authorized override release order, in case of
emergency. At least that would prevent you from leaving this universe - at
least, in your own ship. Yet despite it all, your decision, I feel, is
nothing but wise. Drink in the voreni, Thia, until you are filled and
filled again. To Obar, my greetings and my happiness at his reunion with
you, you who had the wisdom and courage to do what you should.
Irdan aer elo
(Malon signature)
B29
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
FROM: THIA CHENEN AND OBAR RIUM
Malon:
The trip was completely uneventful. I slept much of the way to Indel,
spoke briefly to the Council members who are there, and boarded the
Chench n. The Chench n doesn't have the capability of switching universes
on her own, but your warning had made me uneasy, so I talked my daughter
Edar into taking a leave and coming home with me. We took turns at the
controls, and I questioned her about the latest rumors on Indel - Shatan
and the Baaneuns are the main topics at the moment.
Shatan is being hailed as the greatest discovery since monautal ore, and
the Baaneuns are considered as less of a threat than the
Klingon-Federation War. I stared at Edar rather blankly after she'd passed
on these ideas. They are so far from my opinions on either . . . She
nodded at my expression, leaving me with the distinct impression she
didn't believe them either, and after I gave her one vague answer, didn't
try to question me about the situation. Edar has good sense and is going
to be very successful at whatever she decides to specialize in. (I'm
rather hoping she goes into diplomacy; she has the subtlety for it.)
Shatan and the Baaneuns are so tied together in my thoughts that I cannot
think of one without the other. I wonder if Shatan was activated by their
entrance into our universe? We'd had ships around that planet before, but
she paid no attention to them.
Enough of that, I am on vacation. At the moment Tha shines down on me as I
sprawl under the trees near the major house, tired after a night of woods
running and dancing under the moons. It is a pleasant tiredness that will
be banished by sleep. Vala, my newest granddaughter, is using me as a
pillow, as I am using Obar. He, poor thing, has only the soft moss for his
pillow.
"I thirst in a land without water." Malon, I long with all my heart to
slake your thirst, but I cannot change your past. I can only offer you L a
Melion as a place to build memories, so that someday you can stand here
and say, "This is home." In our hearts L a Melion is your home if you ever
choose to claim it, and your welcome is as sure as that of any son or
daughter of the chylan.
++++
Thia has fallen asleep, Vala cradled in her arms, more for Thia's
comforting than Vala's. She is worried about something, and she is trying
to keep it a secret from me. We know each other well, and the long
separation hasn't changed this knowledge. I haven't pried; she will tell
me what is wrong when she can, but in the meantime, I worry about her
worrying. It has something to do with you, and the Baaneuns, but your
letter makes it clear that you have recovered from your captivity.
Thia contacted Chan early this morning, and we are going to L ani Eviem
for a visit. We are going on foot, just the two of us, and even with the
worry I am looking forward to the trip. It will take us three or four days
and give us a chance to be alone.
++++
Thia again. We leave for L ani Eviem as soon as I finish sending this
message. Someone should know what I'm doing, and since Obar has already
told you I'm keeping secrets; it should be you. Obar has a Baaneun in his
mind. (I must have had one too, but I went straight from that contact to
Shatan.) I have sensed it, but have not dared to try studying it, or to
let Obar know of its presence. Chan is a much more subtle telepath than I.
She may be able to touch it, trace it back, discover something about them.
Can they maintain such a contact from one universe to another, or is the
Baaneun in contact with our universe? The fact that they withdraw as soon
as they are discovered indicates they think they have something to fear.
I hope . . . I hope for many things, among them the freedom to enjoy, with
no ulterior motives, what I've come back to.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia signature)
B30
DIRECT SUBCOM RELAY - THIA CHENEN - VELONA
(Authorization - Security Council: Tenir)
Thia, please forgive this intrusion. I'm sending it through the Security
Council to permit it to go straight to your subcom; it's a recorded
message, and you can stop it long enough to get alone if you need to.
I think you are in very great danger. The Baaneun in Obar is of unknown
strength and of unknown intentions, but the little we know of the Baaneuns
indicates that their prime modus operandi is to control the minds near
them. He may attempt to infiltrate you as well, or to prepare you for
infiltration by another. He may suspect your intentions and kill you to
prevent your interference. Killing Obar would be literally as easy as a
thought. I would not rely on Chan or any other lanel telepath; I think you
should go straight to Dor . His telepathy is Shevian; he may have a chance
and he has memories to call on for experience. He is on his way to L ani
Eviem and will be there when you arrive, but if he's delayed, wait for
him.
There has been massive Baaneun infiltration on Indel. When I got your
message I stared at the section about Indel's reaction to the Baaneuns for
about one minute, then I called the Security Council. Fonder's face
appeared and I said, "You have a Baaneun in your mind." I didn't know it
was true, but it was the only way to find out. He looked startled, then-
well, from experience I know that it's like being exploded from the
inside. He went over backward tearing at his head and the room went into
chaos. Within seconds Abraln, and B a thrashed and went down. Tenir made a
rapid jump for emergency city broadcast and within thirty seconds the city
was in pandemonium. Nearly a hundred Baaneuns were detected immediately,
and more are still being found in non-telepaths who need telepathic aid to
make the discovery.
All the Fleets have been notified, and I've heard of one Baaneun on the
Hezatha and two on the Hil zan. More ominous: seven on the Encoti Time
Base, which is recalling all its ships. The entire fleet is on Code I
Class I Security. Indel is like an armed camp.
It has become obvious that the Baaneuns must be dealt with now; no more
delays, no other priorities. Nothing can be done until we know what they
want and what they intend. The Comscin is heading for Terigren, the seat
of the Federation Council, at warp fifteen; cruisers and security ships
are heading for Shabas and all the other power centers to test for
infiltration. In the meantime, the Council of Ancients is convening on
Indel and will make contact with the Baaneuns as soon as its strength is
gathered. Ayelbourne himself is participating this time. Shatan has
created an enormously powerful field around Dolentan and seems to be
preparing for a vast energy expenditure, nature unknown.
The xenopaths are at this moment spreading the word on Velona. Obar will
not receive it until Dor informs the planet that he is free. I won't
prolong this; you need all your attention for Obar, and for yourself.
Courage and wisdom, astan!
I have more sympathy and concern for you than I dare show now, Thia; Shev
aer Obar! But for now, too much must be faced and done. Hold yourself
strong. As I said once to Fonder: when this is over, there will be time
for friends to meet and share their feelings
Malon
B31
TO: COMMANDER T'ARES MALON
FROM: THIA CHENEN AND OBAR RIUM
Malon:
We survived. Surprise still lingers in my mind as I repeat the words. We
survived.
Your message shook me, and had we been alone I doubt I could have
concealed the shock from Obar. Luckily most of the chylan had decided to
escort us on the first miles of our journey. I edged away from Obar and
listened to the message while running beside Elia. As you know she is as
strong and steady as the forests where she has spent her life. Without
even knowing what was wrong she helped me over the worst few minutes. By
the time we were alone I had accepted the fact that our journey through
the woods could end with Obar's death, or my own, or both. But I couldn't
brood over that fact for the whole trip without Obar discovering what was
wrong, so I forgot it completely until we felt Chan's welcoming thought as
we neared L ani Eviem.
Chan said she was coming to meet us, and she did, miles north of the
nearest other Velonians. We were crossing a grassy meadow when we sighted
her waiting for us at the edge of the woods. We loped across the short
springy grass and came to a stop in front of her. Then, though there had
been no hints of the minds, Dor and Sharna stepped out of the trees
behind her. I was expecting something along that line, and was ready to
follow Obar's thought. He intuitively connected my worry and Dor 's sudden
appearance, and the Baaneun (I deduce, I never directly read any of the
Baaneun's thoughts) followed his thoughts and knew it was an attack aimed
at him. Obar fell; he was not breathing, his heart was not beating. The
Baaneun had snatched control of his autonomic system, and stopped it,
before withdrawing. Having had a little practice in such matters (remember
Vegladar 7?) I slipped into place and started everything working again.
Obar didn't regain consciousness for five minutes; he would have been dead
if there hadn't been someone there who knew what to do.
While I was taking care of Obar, Dor , Chan and Sharna were
Baaneun-hunting. Dor had touched the Baaneun's mind, and while he could
not hold it, he managed to maintain contact when it withdrew from Obar's
mind. They are truly alien from us in a way I cannot quite define. The
mind invasion was being maintained between universes, though it can't be
initiated that way. Dor , Chan and Sharna bridged the . . . the gap
between Universes with the Baaneun. Chan has shown me the glimpse she got
of it. It is an empty place where nothing, not even time exists. If you
dare to try to understand it while you are there you can feel your mind
thinning, dissipating as it seeks for something upon which to fix itself.
Here in this place of nothingness the Baaneun turned to fight. If Chan and
I had tried it alone as I planned, neither of our minds would have
survived, but I think our bodies mould have lived to be worn by other
minds, Baaneun minds. Here at last Dor managed to hold the Baaneun mind,
to force open the layers upon layers of subtle lies they hide behind, to
reach the core and learn their true goals and motivations.
For twenty thousand years the Baaneuns have been spreading across their
galaxy in a plan whose goal is total conquest. They are too jealous of
their power to be a terribly numerous race and so are spread thin, only a
few thousand on each conquered planet to control the local native rulers.
This method normally is successful; they have overrun two thirds of the
galaxy, but recently - in the last few hundred years - they've encountered
some race they can't manipulate. Dor couldn't be certain whether it was a
race of more powerful telepaths, or simply non-telepaths whose minds the
Baaneuns can't reach. They have always used their telepathic powers for
conquest rather than engaging in actual combat, but now they have a
situation where war is the only approach possible. They're discovering
that a space fleet from the conquered planets with only a few Baaneuns in
command, runs or surrenders, after those commanders are killed.
The news of this successful resistance has spread - slowly - to some of
the conquered planets. Taking heart from the knowledge that someone has
defied the Baaneuns; they are revolting. The planets are thrown into chaos
when the people kill their own Baaneun-controlled rulers, and they kill
any new rulers that arise. Rather than submit again to Baaneun rule, they
are keeping their planets in a state of anarchy.
After twenty thousand years of unqualified success, this setback and
revolt panicked the Baaneuns and they began planning a bolthole in case of
real trouble. A few years before the first revolt, a group of scientists
on a conquered planet had discovered how to travel between Universes -
knowledge immediately suppressed by the Baaneuns - but now the Baaneuns
put the method to work, and found us. They intended to subvert Lightfleet,
and using our personnel and hardware, to take over the rest of the galaxy.
Lest you think that trouble in their home galaxy might divert their
attention from us - they've lost only two planets in the last fifty of
their years.
Sharna is calling me. There are plans to be discussed.
Evartin o emvertin,
(Thia signature)
B32
TO: THIA CHENEN AND DIVAL RAITHAN
FROM: T'ARES MALON - LFC COMSCIN
Thia and Dival:
What a mess this is. I'm so tired that this is bound to come out garbled
and ill-organized, but I suppose there are enough other people running
long hours that frazzled letters are the norm these days.
The Comscin is in orbit around the planet of the Federation Council. Even
holding this orbit isn't easy, with all the ships (some with dangerously
sophisticated detection equipment) coming and going, all the transporter
beams to evade and all the small-craft activity. We have ten agents down
on the planet - our best lanel telepaths, Ran among them - trying to spot
likely hosts for Baaneuns, but Shev damn us all! It's an impossible
situation! According to Ayelborne there are seven Baaneuns here, but we
can't actually probe for them without inciting them to flight and possible
host-murder. Nor can we warn the hosts without revealing our presence. And
yet we have to work fast before the Baaneuns manage some final destructive
manipulation that Lightfleet might not be able to repair.
It makes it worse to know that the Baaneuns fully anticipated this
situation. This was in fact their plan of conquest; to create problems in
the Galaxy that Lightfleet would be forced to solve in such a way as to
eventually reveal its presence to the younger Powers. Destroyed by our own
nature, by our own commitments! That is what the Baaneuns intended . . .
and it may yet happen. We still must do what they planned for us to do,
risking everything as they knew we must; we must get the Baaneuns out of
the Federation Council before they cause a Federation/Romulan War - yet to
this moment I don't know how we're going to do it without causing a
sensation that will rock the Galaxy to its foundations.
Our telepaths must be physically close to the hosts to detect - and thus
expell the Baaneuns. Such close contact must happen simultaneously to
avoid warning some of the Baaneuns and giving them time to do damage to
their host or Shev knows what else, and to avoid creating excitement and
heavy security that could hinder or prevent individual action. This means
ten or even more Velonians stepping up to ten or more high-ranking
Federation officials and performing a telepathic probe that will result
(if we're lucky) in seven Baaneuns fleeing and thus revealing themselves
to their hosts. Not what you would call subtle.
I guess you both already knew about the Baaneun in Korenkar. Everyone
seems to have known about it except me and my ship. Morel was the only one
who seemed to think I ought to know about it; he sent a message that
reached the Control Center this morning. I was sitting on the edge of the
scanner console checking our orbit, and I sat there for a long time rather
blankly, wondering how to feel. I still don't know how to feel. Okay, at
least we know now why Korenkar behaved as he did; his behavior - the
slaughter of his people and the whole disastrous war - never made sense
before. Now it does. Horribly, it does. How long was he in its grip, do
you suppose? Who would he have been without it? Was he aware of it? Did he
ever try to fight it? He was an unwitting victim - or perhaps I was the
unwitting victim, and he knew all along, but couldn't get it out, couldn't
tell anyone or get help from anyone with the Baaneun in his mind every
second, sleepless. He was a tool, a tool shaped to force Lightfleet's
hand. And the plan worked perfectly. The Klingon populace lives happily in
a pleasing illusion, but the Royal Family knows it was not a Kahar agent
who killed Korenkar. The seed has been planted. And now fourteen more
Lightfleet agents comb Shabas seeking hosts, and a mass confrontation must
occur there as well, and quickly, before the new pogrom starts; the one
the Baaneuns are devising, the one that will wipe out all of Korenkar's
supporters and decimate the population yet again. What will the Klingons
think? Our nature will be clear to them; they will understand that we
exist and that we have rescued them from the Baaneuns - and that is all
they will know. But it is far, far too much.
Shev aer Korenkar . . . *His death was inevitable, once he was on
Horzellon. Don't fear; I recognize that no error was made. My action was
necessary, as the Baaneuns knew it would be. Five more years of such
necessary actions, and Lightfleet would dissolve, Indel cleared of its
traces, its ships flown into suns in the turmoil of its discovery by the
Powers. Yet I wonder if even now we can avoid that sudden end. We face now
a set of necessary actions which . . . Shev, how can we possibly pull them
all off?
We would have no hope at all if we lacked telepaths of Dor 's and the
Council of Ancients' caliber. Knowing the Baaneuns' plan is our only hope
at present. That, and the determination of the Council to expel the
Baaneuns altogether. They debate now how to do that. Shatan's accumulated
power has exceeded direct measurable proportions; Zhen hazards that of two
hundred supernovas. She prepares for something greater than the Galaxy has
known since its conception. A destruction of the inter-dimensional bridge,
perhaps? She is saying nothing.
In fact, I have very little further fear of the Baaneuns. My concern now
is for what will soon happen on the planet below, and on Shabas and at the
heart of Romulan, Tholian, Gorn, etc., governments. The Baaneuns did their
planning well.
I praise Shev and your own power, Thia, that their planning failed around
Obar. It is one of the joys we can cling to in the middle of all this.
Later . . . I've received word from Ran. The twelve most likely hosts have
been located and confrontation will occur in one hour. They are those
people whose behavior has led with unusual force toward war. War . . .
Sometimes you can hear a harsh laugh on the ship, harsh and out of place,
bitter in some inappropriate silence. The Federation/Klingon war; millions
dead, planets razed, ships turned to gas, refugees and mourning, Korenkar
dead . . . Yes, a nice trick for the Baaneuns to play. Very effective.
Perhaps I'll reach Indel before this reaches you. I hope to see you there.
It will be a time of waiting, and of councils.
Shev aer elo.
(Malon signature)
__________
* Korenkar - see Vol. II, AU4
B33
TO: THIA CHENEN AND DIVAL RAITHAN
FROM: T'ARES MALON
Thia and Dival:
It is over. It was very bad, though I guess it could have been much worse.
How were any of them to manage as well as Dor ? God damn! I can't blame
myself, but I do.
Two of my friends are dead, and other is badly injured. The Baaneuns are
driven out, and . . . What have we done!? The Federation is in an uproar,
messages fly . . . My ship is hardly able to maintain thrust. We are
injured, half the crew is down, I've wrenched something in my leg which .
. . God damn.
We gave the signal, and all twelve lanel telepaths were ready. That much
we could do. The five whose subjects turned out Baaneun-free made their
escapes immediately by self-transporting, and I think all five of those
subjects remain ignorant that their minds were scanned. But the other
seven, those who had Baaneuns and experienced the exodus, those knew
trauma and violence and death.
Chira was successful; she seized her subject from behind and paralyzed
him, and the battle with the Baaneun took only a few seconds. The Baaneun
had had no warning at all, not even the half-second that made so much
difference to Vonair's Baaneun - Shev aer lo, Vonair! Cailein was
successful too; she and Chira reached the Comscin before the firing began.
But the others . . .
Olian's Baaneun had nearly two second's warning; the host was in a crowded
room and Olian had to push past two people who were suddenly in the way.
The Baaneun took full control of its host and attacked Olian with a knife.
Between attacking the Baaneun telepathically and defending himself
physically, Olian favored the first effort. He expelled the Baaneun the
instant before he fainted, his abdomen laid open, and lay gushing black
blood while the crowd and the host yelled and panicked and fussed and
gathered a full thirty seconds-worth of mediscan data before we beamed him
up. Word of the commotion got to the Council head who issued a red alert
which went into effect barely in time to detect our transporter beam, so
they knew all too soon that there was an undetectable ship in orbit. The
Intrepid II was in orbit and its Vulcans did some fast calculations and
determined four possible locations for us. Immediately phaser fire was
darting about, coming from the less responsible ship captains, and
scanners were trained on us from six sides.
Roia had reached her host quickly and the Baaneun fled, but the host was
confused and thought she was the Baaneun. He was instantly aware of the
nature of the Baaneun manipulation, and in fear and rage (and, I must
admit, courage) grabbed her and yelled for help. She was pinned by four
and then six men and fought like hell Velonian style, with those lashing
kicks. Word got to the already alerted Council Head and Military Security
that it was an invasion of telepaths, and word went to the Intrepid to
disable the alien ship. So the Intrepid, having located this odd hole in
space where the Comscin was, opened fire. Heavy fire. New weapons designed
for the Klingon war, and half-adapted from what was learned from the
dismantling of the Keveri. With us unable to move, our defense shields
were rapidly battered past their capacity and we went visible. The feeling
of helplessness as our ship glowed into view - the coldness I feel inside
at the memory is only an echo of the despair I felt at the time. And we
had to wait, even yet. Roia self-transported up through the barrage and
arrived beaten and bleeding from the fight and with a power level of
twenty-seven from flying through the barrage.
Ran's Baaneun had maybe a half-second's warning. It evacuated its host
instant-ly and entered Ran. lie fell to the floor thrashing, trying to
keep his heart going, fighting with lanel energy so that he was glowing as
in Chelacrev. It fought for perhaps a minute, then left him, but he was
delirious with a thirty-five-node power level - and fear and horror - and
lay sobbing and calling aloud in Velonian for "Astani! Chylan-ano!" with
people around him and tri-corders flashing until we found four seconds in
the barrage to get our emergency shields down and beam him up through the
regular scanner shield.
That left Vonair. Vonair, one of my first friends on the ship, status
officer, a feeling, warm, sensitive person whose Baaneun tried to kill his
host. Vonair went down on his knees and took the host's head and, as you,
Thia, did with Obar, sustained his body functions as the minutes went by.
There was nothing we could do. The Comain's shields were broken through
and there was just the neutronium hull between us, and oblivion. The hull
held, but our thrust plates were going at a steady rate - but Shev,
astani! We couldn't leave Vonair there, we had to wait for him; he would
fly blind through all the radiation and materialize; we had to be there to
give him shelter or he would hover blind in space, his power level already
barely high enough for him to re-form. We waited in the barrage while,
steady and careful as always, he returned life to the host, in the center
of a crowd, like the others. Then he dematerialized. At the same moment
the planet activated its planetary defenses. Vonair never reached the
ship. We waited and waited. Word of all the activity had gotten to the
rapidly assembled Council and they ordered the cessation of the barrage.
In silent space we waited, ignoring their calls, safe from their scans, a
silent silver crescent with melted thrust plates. They learned no more of
us than they had known when we first hazed into visibility; they had no
way to learn more, and we knew it. We took the extra minutes. Vonair never
arrived.
And Raveir . . . He pursued the Baaneun he discovered out into space,
telepathically, not self-transporting. It led him; it had a hold on him.
Too fast for us to join and help, though every telepath aboard froze rigid
as their minds flew out desperately trying to help him. He was giving it
full battle, and he was still in full battle, unfaltering, determined yet
crying out his despair at the knowledge of what was to come, when the
Baaneun drew him out of our universe and his mind was silent. We had
beamed his body to the ship for his return; it lay empty, forever to
remain empty.
We got our cloaking screen back up, and managed warp two. They had no way
to scan us, and the Council was just assimilating with certainty the
evidence that we were friends, and possibly invaluable ones, so there was
no attempt to track us down and disable us again. We crept away, half the
crew down from the shaking of the barrage or from shock. I managed to get
a report to Indel, and Tenir was sobbing, when I talked to him, over the
news from Shabas. I heard the Shabas scene was even worse than ours - I
haven't had the heart yet to find out what happened. Were either of you
there? Shev, my crying isn't helping, it isn't even helping me anymore.
So what will happen now? The Federation knows so much. They know the
Baaneuns have been around for years; they know we were responsible for
getting rid of them, they know we are unknown, unknown in race and ship
design and technology and intentions. They feel we are benevolent. Their
bumbling, good-hearted efforts to locate us could ruin everything. The
alert to Starfleet could be disastrous, making our operations far more
difficult, if not impossible. I suppose there is a glimmer of hope in the
idea that most of the Powers (with the possible exception of the Gorns,
who are so fiercely independent) will find some possibility of unity in
their common experience of discovering us. It could just as easily lead to
mutual suspicion and even new aggression. The only solution to the latter,
as I see it, would be for us to reveal ourselves and then disband, to
relieve the doubt as to our origins.
Yet, perhaps I'm just buried in the mess of my ship and my grief, and it
really isn't that bad. Perhaps they will search for us to no avail and
forget us or continue their lives more or less unchanged. Yet there will
always be minds wondering now, people putting facts together, tracing
rumors and legends. It seems like the beginning of a remote end . . . at
the best.
Shev aer elo, astani. I have my ship to cherish, for the moment - a kind
of last simplicity, in the midst of despair, that is a sad peace.
Malon signature)
B34
TO: T'ARES MALON AND DIVAL RAITHAN
FROM: OBAR RIUM
Malon and Dival:
The beginning of a remote end . . . It might be best for Velona if that
end is not too remote. The burden grows heavy, and some of us begin to
question its weight. Why should we not die peacefully among the trees, on
the plains and mountains we've found to replace lost Shev? Why must we
seek early deaths on strange worlds?
These are the questions I ask myself, as I sit in the Shar da's sickbay
waiting for Thia to wake up. She didn't have to return to the Shar da.
They could have managed the clearing of Shabas without her, but she loves
the Klingon people, so we rushed from the shattered serenity of Velona to
face death and destruction.
Shev - she doesn't even know who was lost. Everything happened at the same
time, and by the time we had our losses sorted out, she was unconscious.
When she wakes to what should be peace, that news will be waiting for her.
There are few true telepaths on Shabas, but they are a race of warriors,
and many have a sixth sense that warns them of impending trouble. By the
time Thia and I arrived all our lanel telepaths were in position, and
Shabas was on stand-by alert, as unstable as a sun ready to nova.
We had fourteen telepaths on search - eight drew blanks and immediately
transported to the Shar da. One of the Klingons scanned was sensitive
enough to detect it. He had the palace complex, where most of the targets
were, on Intruder Alert in fifteen seconds, and the fleet looking for a
ship ten seconds later.
Almost all the following action took place in the same ninety seconds and
it is only now, nearly an hour later, that we have the events sorted out.
Elar had no trouble. His subject was immobilized, the Baaneun ejected and
Elar was on his way back to the ship before the Klingon hit the floor.
Encalbran chylan hund D den, olenan-elo enta ada thol, ancha surtena os
leva-thila hezatha tosha Liant hund Chantel.* D den was lucky, we thought.
He caught his subject alone, but the Klingon became suspicious at the last
second. He shouted, tried to fight and did manage to draw a knife before
D den paralyzed him. The Baaneun fled, after stopping the host's autonomic
system. The guards drawn by the shout, charged into the room to see D den,
knife in hand, kneeling over a motionless body. One guard used his phaser
set on stun, but the other's knife slashed D den's throat. He died still
trying to restart Kolfarin's heart, and the prince died with him.
Bila had no trouble with the Baaneun, but the Klingon host broke her arm
before she could transport back to the ship. She had to be transported
unconscious out of a roomful of guards. That gave the Klingon ships the
fix they needed. Two of the Keveri-class ships were in orbit; we managed
to stay invisible for thirty seconds in their cross-fire. The deflectors
held, as we hovered there in a halo of deadly light as we waited for our
telepaths.
Falk's Baaneun fought back, rather than withdrawing. The host understood
the battle raging in her mind enough to realize that Falk was losing. She
gained momentary control of her body, and not knowing that help for Falk
and her was only seconds away, stepped into an open electrical arc so her
body could never again be used by her Empire's foes. All three of them
died. We recovered Falk's body, but there is no mind, and soon the body
will be dead.
Ulisa was following her target down a crowded corridor. He got a step too
far ahead and the Baaneun had two second's warning. Ulisa walked into a
knife. Ovlen, whose first target had been clear, transported down,
materializing at the edge of the crowd. The Baaneun was gloating over
Ulisa as she died, but fled at the first touch of Ovlen's mind.
The last target was the Empress Malvara. Aliashan, the strongest telepath
of the group, was assigned to her. He entered the office where she and
three of her aides were working with a case of dispatches. He didn't dare
try to physically touch the empress, but he was placing the dispatches on
the table beside her as the time arrived. He scanned, found, and evicted a
Baaneun in Malvara's mind, and realized there was another Baaneun in the
room. One of the aides that no one had suspected was also a carrier.
Aliashan called for help from the ship as he stepped in front of the
empress and took the phaser stun aimed at her.
The palace shield went up just then, and the telepath who had been ready
to go to Aliashan's aid paused. Unless you know the pattern it can take
all your energy just to penetrate one of those shields. Thia was the only
one on board who knew the shield well enough to broach it, and still have
the strength left to handle the Baaneun. She went, even though she was
wearing no disguise. So, as Aliashan was falling unconscious to the floor,
Malvara was assimilating the knowledge that she'd had an intruder in her
mind, and the second Baaneun was turning the phaser on the other two
aides, a Velonian materialized in the center of the room. Thia attacked
telepathically as the Baaneun swung the phaser toward her. The Baaneun was
ejected, but the Klingon could not regain control of her body in time to
avoid stunning Thia.
Someone was beginning to sort out events, and at this point the barrage
aimed at the Shar da ended. The transporter room already had a fix on
Aliashan and brought him up. As his body vanished, Malvara darted across
the room and stood over Thia's body. There was no way to beam her up
without bringing the empress, too. She'd already seen one Velonian, I
couldn't see that another would make much difference. I transported down,
bowed politely to Malvara, and explained in my best Klingonese that I must
take the woman back to the ship. Malvara hesitated, cataloging every
detail of our appearance, then nodded and stepped aside. I scooped up Thia
and they transported us back to the Shar da. Thank Shev that Klingons
believe in paying debts.
All of our people, alive or dead, were back on board, and we left the
system quickly with one of the new ships on our tail. Daavid got the
shields back in working order, we went invisible and lost them without
having to show them how fast we can go. One small secret saved.
Taena is holding together a badly shaken ship, and I know Thia and I won't
be returning to Velona. Thia would never leave the ship in this shape, and
I won't go back without her, not until I have to.
They've seen our ships; they've seen us, and I'm sure the Klingons will
share that bit of information with the Federation. They have scanner
records of beings that read as Klingon or Federation races, and yet
obviously aren't any of those.
Is there any more good news?
(Obar signature)
________
* Cry, family of D den, your son is no more; never again will he race the
wind across the Field of the Sky.
B35
TO: T'ARES MALON, THIA CHENEN, AND OBAR RIUM
FROM: DIVAL RAITHAN
Over . . . Is it really? Even after all that has happened - after all the
shock, death, loss, disaster - ah, tecun! I still want to curse and retch
and cry as I think of it! - even with what Dor discovered - what do we
know of the Baaneuns? They are expelled from this universe, at least those
we know of; dare we hope that if there were any others, they took alarm
and fled too? Will they avoid this place now, or will they try a different
way? When I reach for hope, there is nothing to hold on to.
Forgive me, my friends. You need help and comfort, and I am still too deep
in my own shock and grief to give them. I am alone in the forests of
Dolentan, where I received your messages. We have had to stay here to help
those who must still face Shatan hund R in, and not even this emergency
could release us. Fonder is the most recent Council member to come, and I
could not leave a charge and a friend so important; he is beyond the
crisis now and assimilating the experience well, though it has always been
worse for the Councilors than for others. All the self-deception, the
doubt, the errors in ourselves that we faced in Shatan are multiplied for
the Councilors, for they must bear the ultimate responsibility for the
Fleet, and will bear the same ultimate responsibility for the changes that
must come. Sometimes I wonder that they still live and keep their sanity.
And now the Baaneuns force what may be the beginning of our end upon us in
the deaths of our friends and of those we have striven to protect. Ratha
eno evara, how much will they end? What do we face?
But all the questions must stand aside for this time and leave us to our
grief. Oh my friends, how much have we lost, and to what purpose? It is as
well I was alone here when I got your messages. I think for a moment I
went a little mad with shock and rage and grief, all control gone. I was
able to tell Morel to play your tapes to the ship. Then I cut contact and
simply huddled there, shaking with sobs, even after the tears were gone. I
was sick . . . the horror of Raveir's death, the uselessness of D den's
(my old friend never again . . . never), -praise Shev Ran came through it
all right . . . I'm still scarcely coherent, it's too new and too strong,
too many thoughts and feelings. When I got up, I just ran, and ran and
ran, without really seeing the forest around me. I rest now, and send this
message which will not make things any easier for us, but which must be
spoken (it is a kind of tears, Malon). There is too much grief and pain
for us to seek answers or understanding; this is the time of the heart -
the time for the head will come later, when our hearts are freer and have
found their measure of wisdom. Will you come to us here, or return to
Indel? I long to see you again - to meet you, Obar - to help and to be
helped. Perhaps in the sharing of our love and grief, we may find the
seeds of the wisdom we need.
The sun is far westering; I will go and find a hilltop for a Chena Cathan.
It seems fitting to mourn the deaths of our friends - and who knows, the
beginning of the death of the Fleet, and our long purpose - in the light
of this day's death. Such a death has beauty and may give a kind of hope.
Think of me, my friends, as I think of you.
(Dival signature)
B35a
LAMENT FOR D DEN
He is dead and we who remain are lonely -
Never to see him again,
Never to hear his voice again,
Save as a shadow and an echo in our memories.
Though he is dead, the love we bore him is not.
Our loss is bitter and the pain keen as the knife that killed him.
He, who sought only to heal.
His death cost two lives, and took away part of ours.
We are less without him.
Never again his laugh, his song,
His kindness, his gentleness, his joy.
Why?
Oh friend, if on the paths beyond you have found the meaning,
If you see the pattern of the dance,
Tell us,
For we mourn, and are lonely.
Dival Raithan
B36
TO: All Lightfleet Personnel
From: Lightfleet Command Council
Astani
You all know what the situation has been regarding the Baaneuns. They have
forced our hand, and we have taken action throughout the Galaxy, at the
seats of the interstellar governments, to expel them from their unwitting
hosts. We may count our actions as successful; the Council of Ancients
informs us that even those Baaneuns whom we missed have fled with their
fellows. No Baaneuns remain in our universe.
But the cost has been high, astani. Some of us have not survived it. Our
grief is deep, and enduring, for those who were lost. There is no
replacing any of them; we must change with their deaths into new people.
On the Durn a, at Romulus, were lost Zhen Lon an and Tianea.
On the Shar da, at Shabas, were lost D den, Falk and Ulisa.
On the Comscin, at Terigren, were lost Vonair and Raveir.
On the Orial, at Goraish, were lost Sharnaan Rivili, Tevelanin, Dilaia and
Relia.
With Zhen's death, Thia Chenen is henceforth High Captain of the Cruiser
Fleet. Would that she could have assumed the responsibility for happier
causes.
The intentions of Shatan hund R in remain unknown, but she has ordered her
sector vacated. This is no small directive, but we must respect it. The
Comscin, Shar da, Orial and Durn a are to proceed there at once and alert
the sector's inhabited planets to the necessity of an exodus, and
supervise the process. The cruisers and attendant security ships are to
maintain total invisibility at all times, and give as little information
as possible. It is hoped that the planets will respect our good intentions
and will obey without further assurance, since they are under Federation
jurisdiction and the Federation Council is issuing positive statements
about our actions. Force or threats are not to be used; their right to
resist must be respected. The existence and intentions of Shatan are not
to be mentioned. No reason for the exodus is to be given outside of a
warning of an impending dimensional catastrophe. When the exodus is
complete, the Lightships are to maintain a border patrol of the sector to
keep it free of ships.
The Federation and Romulans are issuing general calls to us assuring us of
their good will and asking us to communicate with them. It goes without
saying that these requests are to be ignored.
All communications are to be transferred immediately to Emergency
frequencies. The Klingons have deduced the existence of our communication
network and are scanning for it.
We are temporarily ceasing all recruitment, and suspending most projects.
We must be extremely careful, astani. This is a time of great danger,
perhaps the greatest danger Lightfleet has faced. In many ways, we are
reduced to hope.
Emvertin aer elo.
(Tenir Signiture)
B37
Thia -
A dry report to the Fleet, and my spirit tired and dropping in the dust.
Too much to do, and the crying desire to lie down and fade out of it all,
perhaps forever. At least I haven't the strength for a Chena Imai, even if
I had enough strength of will.
Zhen is gone - Shev, I want this grief to end! It is a pain I can no
longer stand to bear, still deathly after all these days. My mind charts
the dead - Zhen, Sharnaan, D den, Falk, Vonair, on and on - and grows
numb, then panicky as something swells inside me, something that grows
fearsome and tearing. I crush it down, thoughts flying fast, seeking free
air, silence, survival. I speak to you and it returns afresh - Zir, we
must go on, against our crying need to fall and know no more.
The ships that have lost people - the Shar da, Durn a, Comscin and Orial -
need time to move in steady patterns and learn their new identities, to
regain their energies and smooth their shattered lives. Go to Ukrali,
Thia, and get its population out of Shatan's sector. You have the strength
to summon your crew's energy and shaken will to the task. We mustn't sink
into grief now, as at the end of a hard run we must keep moving or stiffen
into death, so now must we push ourselves on, or fade paralyzed out of the
galaxy and out of our own lives.
Shatan's plans are unknown, but we believe we have guessed her intention.
The Council of Ancients detects despair in the Baaneun's universe; Shatan
will move fast, while that despair holds them inactive. She may carry with
her several suns. It will rock the galaxy dimensionally; we must be
braced, mentally and physically, for that. We are counting on her to trap
the Baaneuns in their own universe, yet there is another desperate hope in
the offing.
A proclamation, to all the involved space powers. A proclamation stating
that we are from another universe, the Baaneun universe. That the Baaneuns
are renegades, who invaded this galaxy without our knowledge, and that we
followed them to force them home. That to prevent such a thing from
occurring again, we have assembled all our energies and will close the
interdimensional rift between the two universes. Our apologies, our hope
for the Powers' future prosperity and health, etc. Shatan's action may
convince the Powers that we have left, and that we were here only a short
time.
Malon informs me that the tricorder readings obtained on Ran, Olian and
Vonair will indicate to top-level Federation scientists that the Velonians
are of this universe, but we can only hope it will remain a classified
matter and that the general population will no longer believe we are
present. Perhaps we can recruit some of the scientists in time, or perhaps
some key Starfleet figures; Recruitment is checking the possibilities now.
It seems the only hope we have, in any case. What think you? Give me your
thoughts quickly, astan; we must do this soon if we do it at all.
I hesitate to place the load of High Captain on you at this bad time, but
I ask you to accept the burden. It isn't a heavy one, just now; the ships
act independently, directed by the Council, and your only ties will be to
the three ships who have also lost members, so even what weight you feel
should be gentle. The Shar da at Ukrali, the Durn a at Othirim, the
Comscin at Rendren, the Orial at Orda Cantion III - all can handle the
task. Our agents move - cautiously - on Terigren; you should meet with
success. And later - astan, I would not place the burden on anyone except
she be the only one who can bear it as well as it must be borne. I walk
the same forced path.
We grope in desperate darkness. Perhaps we will find a way to life.
Shev, Thia.
(Tenir signature)
B37a
Thia, astunan-ano--
Do you remember when we were children and we ran the voreni as free
spirits with no thought of what lay elsewhere? Our stride and the tomelas
were enough. Now our thoughts lie bound in a hundred worlds, in a hundred
hearts, and all those hearts seem torn in a hundred ways.
All things run in cycles, astunan. People die, and places die, and perhaps
we now face the end of many things. Take what time you need, and keep your
mind open. There is even more caring now among those of us who remain to
face what comes.
Shev aer D den, o Falk---
Zir, astunan----
(B a signature)
My grief for Zhen runs deep, poisoning my sight. Perhaps these times will
prove too cruel to be borne.
B37b
B a, astunan-br an,
Childhood - so far behind us - so sweet to remember.
Astunan, you bore this burden many years, tell me where to look for
strength!
I have accepted that the job is mine, now, and for as long as I'm needed.
But how does one do it? How do you stretch your love and care to hold all
the ships, all the ethavavlorieni? How do you force yourself to use them
most efficiently when it means sending them into danger? When every death
is like losing a brother or a sister?
Shev,
(Thia signature)
I mourn for all the lost ones. It is too soon for me to say what part of
the grief belongs to who. Some of them I hardly knew, others I will carry
in my heart until I die.
B38
TO: LIGHTFLEET COMMAND COUNCIL
FROM: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
Astani:
We mourn and we carry out the task you have assigned to us. The population
of Ukrali has been alerted to the coming danger. After their initial
disbelief, they are beginning preparations to vacate the planet. A
strongly worded directive from Terigren to the effect that we knew what we
were talking about and to follow our suggestions had more to do with their
compliance than the actual warning. There aren't enough ships on Ukrali to
move all the people so several Starfleet ships are on their way to assist.
I believe it will be possible to convince most of the space powers that we
are from another Universe, and that we are withdrawing, forever, from this
one. In addition to the proclamation I suggest the further steps:
1. Transfer communications to Emergency frequencies, but broadcast on the
normal frequencies messages designed to give the impression that a small -
they know there are at least four ships involved - number of ships are
rendezvousing in the sector we have ordered closed.
2. Allow glimpses of these ships, not full sightings, but detection that
something is there, going in that direction, at this speed.
3. By the time Shatan moves, the vacant sector will have a large number of
observers, Starfleet for certain, and probably Klingon, Gorn, and Romulan
observers will be allowed in the area. Let them see a ship enter the area
just as Shatan begins her withdrawal. It should be under computer control
and of a type that matches none of the sightings of Lightfleet ships. Use
a very old model from the museum, or do some drastic alterations to the
exterior of a Security Ship.
4. If it becomes necessary for any visual messages, or (shudder) any
face-to-face contact, either Obar or I should do it.
Zir alosta lon Shev,
(Thia signature)
Notice of Field Appointments:
Executive Officer LFC Shar da - Obar Rium
Medical Officer LFC Shar da - Aliashan
B39
Tenir,
I'm too heartsick to even protest. If only Zhen had not returned to duty.
If only . . . I could write pages of "If onlys". I have cried until there
are no more tears, but the ache, the hollow place where something once
lived has not gone away. And it is not me, it is the whole ship. People go
about their tasks as long as they can, then memories overwhelm them and
they begin weeping. Someone offers what comfort can be offered, and
completes their task.
I know the field appointments are worrying you, and I fear my explanations
will explain without soothing any worries.
There is no hope that I will not have to spend months--no, years, as High
Captain. I am most qualified, and no duties other than my own wishes
compel me to be anywhere else. It will be years before I will be able to
spend more than short vacations on Velona, or any other planet.
Obar and I refuse to be separated again. We did it before with the
knowledge that we had many, many, years before us that eventually the time
would come when we could take time for ourselves. The loss of eleven
lanelized Velonians in the space of a few minutes dissuaded us of that
idea. All the time we have is now, and we are going to spend it together,
even if it has to be aboard ship.
No, Obar hasn't suddenly recovered his ability to remain in space for long
periods of time, or rather it didn't return naturally. He could not endure
life here without almost continuous contact with my mind, but that would
be too uncertain, too confining to both of us, especially with him as
Executive Officer. So with Taena's and Aliashan's help, I am impressing on
his mind our acquired 'taste' for space. He thought of having it done. I
would never have suggested it, even if I had thought of it. It will make
changes in the way he thinks, minor ones, and since he will be aware of
the imposed changes, he may be able to overcome even those when he wants
to.
A1ishan is young for the position of Chief Medical Officer and short on
experience, but that is the position he was headed for. He is a powerful
telepath, he has the compassion, the control the job calls for. He knows
the ship, the people. He lost Ulisa, his etanahl, and needs our support as
we need his.
Shev aer lo,
(Thea signature)
B40
TO: DIVAL RAITHAN
FROM: THIA CHENEN
Dival,
If I let this come straight from my heart, it would be one great cry of
grief. I awoke slowly in sickbay, gradually becoming aware, as the world
drifted back, that all was not right. There was a bubble of calm around
me, but I could sense some emotion beating against its fragile surface.
I opened my eyes and Obar's eyes were waiting for mine. He nodded to
someone and the warmth of a hand touching my forehead withdrew. The bubble
thinned and disappeared. I realized where I was and that Aliashan had been
helping Obar with the shield, all in the instant before the crew's grief
touched me. I cringed from it - body and mind - then my own shield was in
place, and the outside grief was no longer overwhelming me.
Obar's face was wet with tears, his voice unsteady when he tried to speak,
so he quit trying to talk and showed me the causes of the sorrow. D den's
loss I'd half guessed, but now I felt his death: his acceptance of the
risk as the guards entered and his refusal to abandon Kolfarin. I heard
Falk's never-completed call for help; Ulisa's call that was answered, but
too late to save her, and her last thought rising above the pain, of her
etanahl and her alenan. Then swiftly he added the other names and what he
knew of their deaths. I barely knew Vonair, but his memory will always be
tied to D den. Raveir - Obar paused at his fate that could so easily have
been mine but for Malon's warning. Then Sharnaan Rivili, Tevelanin and
Dilaia who had served on the Shar da, and Relia.
Obar was silent so long I tried to convince myself there were no other
deaths to list. Then softly he added, "The Durn a's losses were heavy,
velantar. Tianea is dead, and Zhen."
I did not scream. The tears that had been flowing silently down my face
stopped, and I pulled away from Obar. I remember sliding off the bed and
standing there saying, "No. That can't be so." My next memory is huddling
in Obar's arms in our quarters crying in great gasps. Part of it was
honest grief; part of it was sheer rage (before Shatan I would not have
realized this) at fate. Obar and I had almost made it back to L a Melion.
When I was calm enough to think of others, Obar gave me the Council's
message. The Shar da was well on the way to Ukrali. Taena had altered our
course as soon as the orders arrived.
Obar and I slipped into the nearest dancing green to join briefly in the
Chena Cathan in progress. It had started even before the Shar da was out
of the Shabas system and is still going on. Beings drop out as they must
and others take their place. It is a strange and moving sight, for less
than half the dancers are Velonians. The Vulcans, Terrans, Klingons and
others move uncertainly with the flowing patterns, hearing the music only
dimly, but feeling the grief as fully, and needing the solace the
participation brings.
Taena had been in command since before the action on Shabas. She had
stayed in control through all the losses, started us to Ukrali, kept the
ship operational. When Obar and I stepped into the control center she
started toward us, then sagged to the floor as though her bones had
melted. Slaton gathered her up as though she were a child and took her to
sickbay to rest.
I pity them all, Dival. I have Obar beside me, and so many of them are
alone to face the grief. Obar and I talked for hours before reaching a
decision. We are not going to be separated again. What I have been for 115
years traps me on this ship in the post of High Captain, - so Obar is
staying with me as Executive Officer.
Obar found the solution to his inability to readjust to shipboard life and
explained it to me calmly with that little half-smile that means he thinks
it's funny, but realizes no one else is going to. His suggestion - n a
compaltena. He had thought it out as he sat in sickbay waiting for me to
wake up. Nothing Taena, Aliashan, or I could say would shake his resolve,
so with their help I impressed on his mind our acquired tolerance for
space. It was his choice, his suggestion, but done for my benefit; I could
not carry this burden without him.
Do not be angry, do not disapprove, it may not have been wise, but it was
done out of necessity.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia signature)
B41
TO: THIA CHENEN, OBAR RIUM, T'ARES MALON
FROM: DIVAL RAITHAN
Astani,
The days have made little difference to our grief; it is still raw and
tearing. You who were there, we who were not - we share the same feelings.
So many friends lost, so terribly . . . We bear the grief because we must,
but we doubt our goals, our purpose, and so are left to wonder whether
their deaths had any meaning - our friends whose lives meant so much.
As for the Occelon, we remain in orbit around Dolentan. Despite Shatan's
order for the sector clearance, neither she nor the Council have ordered
us away. Another cruiser is scheduled soon, but I do not think there will
be time; still, the order has not yet been cancelled. We will take
advantage of what we can; tonight our dance is to be on the planet. The
wind and grass and trees will aid our feet and our hearts. The grief is
still so hard to bear; it is heavy and has so many faces. Last night Dian
brought one of those faces into sharp focus.
The three of us - he, Fonder, and I - were sitting by the dancing green
when I heard a chord apart from the music of the dance; I say a chord, for
that is how it sounded, even though it came from one throat - Dian's. I
have never heard him sing like that before; as he went on, the song wove
itself into the music of the dance; the non-Velonians stopped to listen.
He looked as if he wanted to stop but couldn't - the song had risen and
must be sung.
"In the dark green wood
When the sun was high,
I saw a lady riding by;
She had flashing eyes
And golden hair.
She rode upon a dappled mare.
In the dark green wood
When the last birds call
There came a soldier straight and tall.
He found his true love
Waiting there,
And he kissed her eyes and her golden hair.
In the dark green wood
By the evening star,
I saw a soldier ride to war.
He never would
Return again,
For in some battle he was slain.
In the dark green wood,
The people said,
She heard the news her love was dead;
But still she waited
For him there,
With flowers in her golden hair.
In the dark green wood
By the pale moonlight,
A ghost goes riding every night;
She has golden hair,
The people say,
And talks to shadows on her way." *
A simple song, and a mythology from half the galaxy away, but it pierced
our hearts, for none of us but saw Nalia waiting in the forests where Zhen
will come never again. The tears were running hot through my fingers, and
I know they were pouring down Fonder's cheeks as well, as he sat staring
beyond sight. So it was with most of those there, that a grief still too
new acquired an even sharper edge. Dian finished, choking on his own
unshed tears, and plunged from the room. The dance re-formed,
re-patterned, and went on, but I could not join it. I returned to my
quarters to weep, and question, and rage at the fate that has made us what
we are, that has trapped us in a web of our own choices.
Shev, I grow weary of this subterfuge, these lies and manipulations! They
grow more and more complicated, crushing us under the burden of carrying
the lies to make a pathway to the truth. It is a contradiction in nature.
Why can we not take what Shatan has shown us and dance new, truer patterns
into all our lives? I long for the paths, the streams, the winds and trees
of home - to dance their strength, Shatan's truths, and our grief into my
life and being, to listen in the green silences to the song of my own soul
and to follow the song . . . The longing is so deep, so strong, it is
pain. The pain and grief . . . it is hard, so hard.
Yet you give me strength, astani - especially Obar. It took a very great
love and very great courage to do what you have done, for it was no small
sacrifice, even to gain a great happiness. No, I am not angry, nor can I
disapprove. I must regret it but I understand the necessity. "What I have
been for 115 years traps me . . ." Yes, Thia, what we have been traps us
indeed, but you have faced Shatan, you know the truth of yourself; let
that truth guide you, even though it must be as High Captain. Ukrali is
beyond Shatan's immediate sphere; Obar will not face her before she goes,
though that might be best. You must use what Shatan has shown you to help
Obar through the difficult times. With that truth, and with your love, I
think both your burdens will be more easily borne. Whether or not it was
wise, your decision could have been no other.
The ending will be soon now. Perhaps then there will be time for the music
and the silence we need to re-form the patterns of our lives. Perhaps we
may have a small peace before we take up the burden again.
"...but what am I?
An infant crying in the night,
An infant crying for the light,
And with no language but a cry." **
Dal iverni vel na,
(Dival signature)
_______________
* "In the Dark Green Wood" by Tommy Makem (recorded on Columbia CS9711 In
the Dark Green Wood). Used by permission of Tommy Makem and Tin Whistle
Music.
** Alfred, Lord Tennyson. In Memoriam LIV
B42
TO: T'ARES MALON cc. Command Council
LFC COMSCIN Thia Chenen
FROM: STAAV MOREL
LFC OCCELON
Dival is gone.
No, not dead. That we might have faced. He has been taken by the Baaneuns
we are sure, even though we know nothing of how or why. We seek and find
nothing, and our fears grow and grow.
Dival was alone planetside, as he had been often since the news came; he
has needed the forests more since he faced Shatan, and since the recent
deaths. I was on the bridge when I realized Dival had not contacted me in
almost six hours. I signalled him on his personal subcom frequency and got
no response.
I tried again on his official frequency, then walked over and quietly told
Ragra to begin an emergency override call for Dival, which he did. His
ears flattened and he began a subcom scan, then started calling landing
personnel. I already knew what the answer would be. He was calling Al zha
in the lab to order a telepathic search even as I told Teron to start a
scan. The other bridge officers had noted the communication and scanner
activity but had not asked any questions. I heard a gasp from the
Velonians and knew that Al zha had called every telepath on the ship into
the search. Dian burst onto the bridge, sword still in hand (he'd been
fencing in the gym), demanding to know what was happening. I waved him to
silence and said, "Ragra, Teron, Al zha, report." My soul turned to ice as
the negative replies came. "Dival is missing; there has been no contact
for almost six hours. Dian went white and he said what we were all
thinking: "Oh, my God, they've taken him!"
I ordered retroactive scanner checks for any possible energy or ship
traces, or spatial/physical anomalies. As the checks were made and Ragra
requested similar information from the other ships in the area, I spoke
with Fonder but we had nothing to go on, even after the reports were in.
We've spoken with Shatan - or rather to Shatan - and gotten no help; she
won't tell us anything, won't answer any of our questions. Doesn't she
realize that this may go beyond Dival's safety, that what they plan to do
with him could have implications for all of Lightfleet, the entire Baaneun
situation, even this whole galaxy? She must realize it, but she just sits
there saying nothing, and continues to gather power. One possibility that
terrifies us all is that if she is planning a dimensional slip to seal off
the Baaneuns, she may do it before we can get Dival back and trap him
there forever. She won't say if she is planning such a slip, won't say how
the Baaneuns took Dival (if even she knows), won't give us any opinions on
why, won't tell us if there is a way to get him back - damn, what good is
a Shevian computer if it won't even say, much less do, something! For our
part, there seems little we can do except wait. No one here could possibly
go after him.
Everything comes back to how and why, all our questions that torture us
with their lack of answers and the fear they bring. How did the Baaneuns
do it? How did they dare come so close to Shatan, whom they have reason to
fear? How did they get here, and how did they take him? There was no ship,
at least none we could detect. How did they manage to overwhelm a telepath
of Dival's capabilities, a lanelized Velonian who must have been, at least
in the last instant, aware of them? How, and most of all, why? Why? That
is where the terror lies. Anything they intend seems likely to mean
Dival's death, at least of the man we know. If anything can be done to
help him, it must be done soon, for the Baaneuns undoubtly know of the
time differential between universes and will work quickly, according to
whatever unknown methods they possess. Are their methods less or more than
what we know? Can he stand against them?
I am shaking as I record this. We have been ordered back, the catastrophe
is imminent, and I must seek for help or hope before all chance is lost.
What can you tell me? What can we do? Please, if you can, help me; help
him. Eno crivala. Time is interminable and yet slips away from us.
Oh, Malon, if only you could be here, velantar-ano!
(Malon signature)
B43
((Omitted - non-essential))
B44
Subcom Log: Dival Raithan
I must keep a record of what is happening. It will take energy and
concentration I can ill spare, but it is a focus for my mind, something I
control and not they, a hold on reality. What reality is there here? A
strange, blank cell, my bonds, the enemy I battle - no more.
Remember. That is the beginning. Perhaps if I return, this log may be
useful, no matter what my own condition. The battle is unceasing; already
it is a strain, but I must withstand it. Until Shatan moves, more than my
self may depend on what I do. So far their planning has failed; they could
not destroy Shatan, nor will they delay her action by holding me. Perhaps
I must be the Queen's pawn, the sacrifice necessary to win the game; if
so, so be it. But the game is not yet ended . . .
Remember. I remember there was no warning. One moment the peaceful forest,
and the next - a sudden massive onslaught. My resistance was swept aside -
there was barely time to cry out - and I was sucked away and into -
nothingness. I don't know how it was done - the sensation was
indescribable, horrible. And then while mind and body were still reacting
to that, to be plunged into inconceivable emptiness! I remembered what
Thia said of Chan's experience - tried to focus in instead of out, but I
weakened under a sheer sense of unbeing. There was a -moment?- of dizzy
blankness and I found myself in a round chamber lit with blue lights; it
is like the one Thia described but I cannot hear or feel any engines. I
still do not know if I am on a ship or a planet.
I was alone - no Baaneuns either physically or mentally discernable,
although I was sure they were observing. For some moments I rested and
tried to remember everything that Thia and Malon had said about them, when
I became aware that, as with Thia and Obar, the Baaneuns were introducing
a gas into the room. I tried to self-transport and staggered back with a
cry of dismay - there was a lanel force field around the room! A blast of
triumph and malice from the waiting Baaneuns drove me to my knees and then
-
I returned to consciousness still on the floor of my cell and still alone,
but with my legs bound from hips to toes and my wrists strapped to the
bonds so that I could not even attempt to loosen them. After a few
increasingly frantic attempts to get free, I went into a blind,
instinctual panic, thrashing and struggling against the web that only
tightened as I fought against it. As I sank back exhausted and defeated,
the Baaneuns were suddenly there again, laughing and gloating over me. It
was vile, like a slime touching the mind.
Then they began, with their lies and suggestions and insidious pressures.
They are clever and skillful, especially at twisting one's own thoughts to
their meaning. Some of their insinuations and subtle traps I have escaped
only because I have faced Shatan; otherwise I might have succumbed to
doubt, if not to their fabricated beliefs, about my actions and
motivations. But I have already faced and accepted the truth, and that is
a defense new and unexpected to them. But they are not to be discounted or
despised, as we well know after our losses; I understand better now how
they have come to rule most of their universe.
Still they keep on - relentless, remorseless, powerful. I have fought back
when I could, merely withstood them at other times. There are many of
them, so many, united in purpose behind which I sense desperation, but I
do not understand the purpose, nor the part they mean me to play. But I
choose to fight, even without hope, rather than to play at their price.
What is it they want? There is nothing I can do, or be, against Shatan. I
. . . no! They laugh; the gas is seeping in again, What - purpose? Can . .
. Cannot . . .
. . . Drifting . . . I must - come back . . . Concentrate . . . My cell.
No respite this time. They do not wait for me to realize - what? There was
a reason; they do not act purposelessly. Why so secretive? Habit? Secrecy
seems futile now, there is no time . . . No time. Is there time here? Or
is it that another of the things they have taken from me with my freedom -
those I love, my home, my world . . . This universe is so alien, cold and
distant, and the distance soon to be unbridgeable. - No! They encourage
this despair; try to turn my own thoughts and feelings against me! I will
not listen!
They -- Shev ano cori, I know what they have done! My - my senses begin to
fade - a drug - they take my body from me, as they have taken all else
except my mind and will . . . Yet there is no severance - seemingly they
do not intend Raveir's fate for me. What - what is it they want . . .
need?
There is nothing. I cannot see the room, feel my bonds. If I try, I can
become aware of my body, as I am aware of it in self-transporting, but I
dare not expend the effort. It takes all I can spare to keep this log. Yet
it is hard to keep from trying. The unnaturalness presses on my mind and
soul - it drains me as surely as does the battle. We are at bottom such
physical creatures after all - they chose their attack well. I must turn
from this! Again they try to force my own mind to betray me, weaken me. I
am what I am, not what they would have me be. They leave me nothing but
the unending struggle to remain myself - all my strength, then to that
defiance!
They . . . try a new way to despair - show me how they have conquered so
many worlds - pride as well as vengefulness in the recounting . . .
Horrible . . . They are amused by my sickness, as they are angered by my
denial. But they only give strength to that denial, not to the despair
they hope for. Our universe? They . . . Ada! Car enta r i! So long ago -
how were we not warned sooner? Oh astan, ano availa lon lo - lo limt
rantenerala surtena cathan cas! Ehr, ler lo miriafa?* N ran, how can I
tell you? Icras . . . the first move in the war of which we know the
ending - almost. Almost . . . time and no time . . . still the danger . .
.
They grow more desperate. They will not wait . . . the attack strengthens,
intensifies . . . more they would destroy . . . Even my memories come
under attack.
If they destroy my past, can I know what I am, can I hold against them?
Must maintain . . . myself . . . myself alone.
Valovi . . . I have so little strength left . . . Shatan, it must be soon.
I endure, that is all - I must endure. I must bar the way until it is
closed forever . . . That - that is what they had planned for me - to use
me to somehow - bypass Shatan's power! But that I should be an opener of
ways, a gate for them into our world! No!! Though I die, my world - my
universe - must not! I will not submit - Ratha strengthen me! Soon,
Shatan!
A - change . . . What - ? Some withdraw - the others press harder . . .
They keep the knowledge from me but . . . a battle, beyond mine! Shatan? .
. . Ran! Roia? Oh astani, ailorena-ano! Icarti ava, saer asmel . . . Dava!
Elo vili ano fola. Malon--ada! Ethachenti . . . Les, elo vili cha . . .
talaem cheve . . . Fola-ano! Elo vili imai cha oa! Baaneuni cadelala . . .
crirash . . . dicelbran . . . les . . . ADA! **
Dival
_______________
* Oh friend, I weep for you - you who will experience again the bitter
grief! Yet, this might heal you.
** Oh friends, free me! So lonely, I am weak . . . Stop!
You must leave me. Malon--no! Things of danger . . . Please, you must not
. . . no time . . . Leave me! You must not die also! The Baaneuns will
destroy . . . violent . . . agony . . . Please . . . NO!
B45
TO: THIA CHENEN, OBAR REEUM, STAAV MOREL
FROM: HIL MIEN - LT. COMMANDER, LFC COMSCIN
Astani:
You felt the Charisma's going, and so did I. In the wreck of the despair
over Dival, the dismay at the vanishing of the Charisma just as Shatan
went, and the shock and damage to the ship and crew as the rift was
closed, there was no time to scan and seemingly no reason to. But we're
getting a transmission now. I can't get the ship under way, but I'm trying
my damndest. I'm relaying what we're getting to all of you; if either of
your ships can get back to the rift center, they may have a chance. For
Shev's sake, hurry if you can! I can't get this damned hulk out of
sublight!
AUTOMATIC EMERGENCY TRANSMISSION - CODE II CHANNEL T'ARES MALON GENERAL
BROADCAST
I can't move, astani. I am under something, something hard, I can't move
it, across my body - I can't see, there is no light. Ah, Shev! There is
pain - I don't care. There is no pain there is no- Astani! I am crying -
again - I am afraid. Fear is the mind-killer- It must be over. Surely it
is over. I'm not going to try to move anymore. Computer? My ship does not
hear me. I must wait. I must wait; surely someone will come, surely
someone is here . . .
It is later. It is still dark, I have not moved, But the others have
become conscious; I have touched their minds. It is too dangerous for
anyone to move here, without light. The interior of the ship is torn
apart. Panel interiors are broken up and glow all around us without
illuminating anything. We have tried to reassure each other. Everyone
huddles quietly. All are hurt, but they tell me they are not hurt badly.
They can't reach me. It's all right. Ran is singing something - some song
of wind and seasons. We lie and listen to his tight, unsteady voice and
stare into blackness seeing the grass and flowers of his verse.
I must keep recording. I must keep my mind outward. Remembering the times
before this. Remembering grief - Oh Shev, this pain is hardly worse than
that grief. Zhen . . . Zhen, astan velena, so much of you I remember, your
hands on my shoulders, your worry, your sudden laughs when the load would
for a moment, leave your shoulders and you would run free with irdan as
mischievous as a child. Zhen, astan, who can say whether or not you died
well? Your arms pinned back by guards as their ignorant rage and blows
fell on you while your mind still tried desperately to revive the dying
Romulan ambassador. You cried out for just a little more time, a few more
seconds of life as the Baaneun controlled guard set
the phaser to kill. Relava wept when he told of the anguish in your eyes
as he bounded through the door, the despair that a half-second later was
lost in the mist that took your body. Ah, astan, shev aer lo, you who died
in the agony of failure, yet doing what you must. It is no consolation,
the reason for your death. There is just an empty place where pain twists,
and grief becomes at best a dull ache.
I was in my chair in the Comscin Control Center, still in shock, after
many hours, the news of D den and Zhen and Sharnaan rolling over me and
all of us with a force I could hardly yet feel. Morel's message came and I
read it through dazed, tear-blurred eyes. It sank in only slowly. I read
it twice before I suddenly cried out a strange, animal cry that shocked my
own ears and startled the Velonians almost to lecreva. The grief and
despair over Dival flew over the ship with the swiftness of thought, and
just at that point several tones sounded. I made it to the scanners, and
saw what I had been fearing: Dolentan's sun going nova. Shatan was at last
moving her immense power.
There was no time for debate, discussion, argument. I was running aft, Ran
and Roia first following and protesting, then following in determined
silence and jumping in after me when I reached my Charisma.
It was several agonized minutes at maximum warp before we reached
Dolentan. I had ordered the Comscin to retreat with the other cruisers,
then closed my communications to the startled calls coming into my panel.
Forgive me, astani, if you are there to listen, or to care; I could not
turn back. I knew what must be done, what must be tried. As did you.
I try to remember clearly. It is a blur. Here, the darkness echoes only
pain, it is hard to remember back. I remember inner space. The Baaneun
universe met us with a crashing bombardment; hatred, vengeance,
domination. We were plunged into a mental battle; I don't know how I
functioned. Perhaps my ship did half the work. Sometimes I lost breath,
sometimes heart, sometimes sight. I felt Ran's mind questing out beyond
his own battle, searching, searching, Roia joining him. It was all
horrible confusion; I was trying to protect them as well as myself.
I don't know how we found Dival. I do know my computer beamed him over.
The Baaneuns attacked him like a swarm of bees, a raging mass of energy -
Ran and Roia turned to the attack with a rage of their own, a flare of
wrath and force that I have felt only once before, from Dor . The very air
shuddered; I cringed, shrank away, pressed down over my controls, turned
the ship around-
I can't describe it. I can hardly understand what it was I saw. Like a
funnel from nowhere, a stretching, a pouring so vast it stunned my mind, I
was facing the coming of Shatan. A great golden glow was all about us, and
I stared through it at the rift between dimensions, the rift through which
a sun in nova was coming, other suns coming behind it. I saw the fabric of
space pulling through. I knew in an instant that the rift was the only way
back; inner space was already closed off. I forced the ship forward. It
was like trying to run in a dream; in all my desperation, we moved at a
crawl, pushing against the flow of space itself. I heard a voice crying
out, "Ada, cheve Baaneuni vill ipolna aer eno! Es entala imaili-eno!" * I
felt the power swell, I heard Dival scream. I left the controls, I
staggered back to him, fell down beside the others and clutched his arm,
poured my mind out against the Baaneuns who were clinging to him as their
last chance. Ran's and Roia's minds were like thunder around me.
Dival was a puppet yanked by cruel strings; he had no strength left at the
end. When we drove the Baaneuns from him, it had become their sole
intention to kill him. Until we gained the mastery, the control of his
body changed several times from the Baaneuns to us - like sharks tearing
and shaking a dead carcass, and I was one of the sharks, grabbing,
seizing, grappling for supremacy. They wanted to cause him death with
great pain - he would scream, and thrash uselessly until we again drove
them off. My strength was sapped by my horror and fear. Dival's mind torn
through a dozen times, his body wracked like dead meat. Oh Shev! I wish I
could forget it! Once I even thought I heard him speak--a small voice,
small and pathetic like a child-- "les . . . les . . ." It is hard for me
to remember--details are blurred--Ran and Roia were more in his mind than
was I, cherishing and steadying his body until it was safe to withdraw.
And then, suddenly, Dival was free, and for a moment we lay gasping as the
last echoes of the Baaneuns were drawn away in the tide of space. And then
- It was as though the ship were tumbled by a great wave. The edges of the
universe came crashing together, a colossal shock with us barely away from
its center.
I hear Roia crying softly, from pain, perhaps, perhaps even from joy.
Ran's voice sings on, quiet and steadier now, singing of trees, of the
color of a leaf, of many leaves shimmering in a cool morning. My breath is
harsh; I am having trouble getting any. Where are we? Morel, etanahl,
beloved, help me. I am cold. I touch Dival's mind distantly; he lives - to
what end? I wish I could sleep. The pain is ebbing but my mind is going
too. I feel Roia's mind move into mine; she gives strength, surely she
can't have much to spare. Where are you, astani? Have you left in all the
ships, not knowing we are here? Ran is coming, too; exhausted, they still
are giving life to me. I am cradled in their strength, their reassurance.
Yes, the Baaneuns are gone. Gone forever. Thank Shev, thank Shatan. An odd
distance seems to be opening up before me - Why not, Ran? Perhaps this
truly is peace, now. Perhaps everything will be all right . . .
(end transmission)
Astani, I have a transporter fix - damn this unsettled space; getting
these readings has been hellish! The Charisma is a wreck; we'll destroy it
once they are off. Morel - we're beaming Dival directly to you. You have
better tele-medical facilities than we. We're taking the rest aboard now.
Hold your position, Morel. Thia, orders? I'll get you a medical report as
soon as I can.
(Hil Mien signature)
____________
* "No, no Baaneuns must return with us! They will be our deaths!"
B46
Thia--
I can tell you only what you already know, astunan. I bore the strain and
fear - the burden of my love for the ethavavlorieni - because of their
love and care returning to me. Not everywhere is it safe to love, but here
in the Fleet, especially now after all the losses and grief, no one is
alone. You are cared for; that is your strength, and your peace. You know,
as do I, that you can bear the burden, and that there are two sides to the
love, that there is not just worry and pain, but also many unexpected
joys, in the turnings of future worlds, in the fields of new stars, in the
eyes of friends.
We have sent Tenir home; he must run free for a time before he is again
able to see with clear eyes. He will be well. For now, I am High
Councillor, so you and I both face new burdens.
Velan,
(B a signature)
B47
TO: T'ARES MALON
FROM: THIA CHENEN
Malon:
Morel's announcement of Dival's disappearance brought a stunned silence to
the Shar da. There was no outcry, no one had the strength for it. Finally
Slaton, our Vulcan tower of strength, who had stood all the rest without
losing his control, doubled up his fist and punched a hole in the
communications console. Then he turned to me with blood dripping from his
hand and said, "It was over. The danger was past." He walked out of the
control center, tears streaming from his eyes.
His action at least shocked the rest of us back into motion, and we saw
the Charisma disappear. I wouldn't have ordered you back even if you'd
been listening. I thought you were going to your death, and I would gladly
have gone with you, for what you were doing was right.
Did you really think we'd clear the area without you? The Charisma would
have found a ship waiting if she hadn't returned for a year, and a ship
within scanner range for years - until the physics department convinced me
there was no possibility of your returning.
You should be well on your way to Indel when you read this, and from Indel
I hope you will agree to go to Velona, to L a Melion, and let your spirit
healing take place among our trees. Morel and Reladan should be able to
accompany you this time.
Among all the other griefs, I've found one I didn't expect. I am mourning
Shatan hund R in. From the very first meeting she seemed like a person to
me. She was elusive and cranky to deal with, but we were not really her
job. She would have done exactly the same job if there had been no
Lightfleet here to find her and bedevil her last days.
I'm still waiting for a report on Dival's condition.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia Signature)
B48
TO: DURN A, OCCELON, ORIAL, COMSCIN
FROM: HIGH CAPTAIN THIA CHENEN
Astani:
Seranta valanin feni arava shalna mis in astani eno abind na rhadoni
alare. *
The conflict is over; Shatan has saved us. We are at last free to seek the
shevendrai and allow our grief to become a part of our past.
Hil Mien, Morel, take your ships straight to Indel. With the Comscin
damaged, I think you need an escort, so T'Roulan and the Durn a will
accompany you. The space powers seem to have accepted our feigned
withdrawal as the real thing; it is vital that they do not detect our
continued presence.
The Orial and the Shar da will continue to patrol here for a time - until
the observation ships begin to disperse - then we will follow you home.
Except for well-established field agents and a small number of Security
Ships, Lightfleet forces are being withdrawn from the sectors controlled
by the space powers.
Morel - please, a medical report as soon as possible.
Shev aer lo,
(Thia signature)
___________________
* Give thanks the stars still shine on the friends we thought lost
forever.
B49
TO: THIA CHENEN, OBAR RIUM, LFC SHAR DA
HIL MIEN, JEFFREY DONALD, LFC COMSCIN
FROM: STAAV MOREL, LFC OCCELON
Astani:
I have received no report - how is Malon? I know her condition is critical
- her message and Jeff's lack of time to tell me say as much. Please, I
must know.
Dival is alive, as Malon told us, and physically only slightly injured -
that seemingly in the destruction of the Charisma. He is very weak and in
High Haven, much of the time unconscious. Al zha will not examine him
further until his condition strengthens. I feel a nagging dread, but have
no facts as yet, only hesitations and silences. Perhaps it will be best if
I simply tell what has happened - something to help fill the time of
waiting.
You heard my cry as the Charisma disappeared - it was a scream of pure
heart-struck terror and pleading, answered only by silence and emptiness.
I sagged back into the command chair, cold and shaking to the marrow of my
bones, my eyes frozen to the - to me - empty viewscreen. I think I hardly
moved all the time they were gone, feeling my soul drain away through that
riven space, leaving me empty and alone - how often I felt on the verge of
breaking and taking the Occelon through - it was an unending struggle. But
some small corner of my mind, which I was hardly aware of, gave orders,
kept us barely at the safety limit. The crew worked silently around me. I
stared at the screen as if the intensity of my wanting it would bring them
back, but I had no real hope and I felt my heart dying within me as time
passed and there was still only silence and emptiness. Then, beyond all
hope and chance, what I hardly dared believe until Hil Mien's message
confirmed it. I broke down, abandoning myself to tears of relief and joy
and - now that there was hope - fear, as freely as any Velonian. That
small corner, which had kept control of the ship, set it dashing toward
the Charisma until the Comscin's order stopped us. Malon's voice, which I
had thought never to hear again, both warmed and chilled me - I was in
agony as time passed and we couldn't help! But at last the Comscin and we
were both close enough.
I ordered all medical stations on emergency alert and restricted presence
in the transporter room to myself, Dian, Fonder, Mespa, Al zha, and Stefan
Lodri. We six made it there in record time, Mespa beating
the rest of us to handle a coordinated beaming to cut down the dangers of
the spatial instability. No one spoke, but in the seconds that we waited,
the old fears rose in all of us, joining with the new ones.
Mespa's hiss of concentration sharpened with satisfaction, then changed to
that "Khaaah!" which is an Encaran's battle cry of fear or anger. It
blended with Dian's own cry of alarm and rage as he sprang toward Dival,
kneeling to slash at the bonds that imprisoned him from the hips down. For
a Velonian to be so confined - ! But Dival was not conscious either of the
bonds or of Dian's action; on his materialization we were all momentarily
frozen at the sight of his limp, unconscious body - fearing for an
instant, despite Malon's reassurance, that he was dead. Dian's movement
brought us all into action, scarcely a jump behind him, while Fonder,
Al zha, and I sent our minds out in the same instant. Dival cried out
once, jerked convulsively, and lay still again. Dian spun on his knee and
shouted, "Stop it! Get out!" Before I could recover enough to say
anything, Fonder (who looked almost as much in shock as when Dival was
taken) grasped my arm and murmured, "He means we must not use mental
contact. However he knows it, he is right." I felt a rush of fear. Stefan
looked across at me and said, "Physically, his injuries are minor,
probably sustained in the wreck of the Charisma, but his lanel power level
is dangerously low." He handed me the analyzer; it read 6, a level I had
never seen before. I felt queasy thinking of what his captivity must have
been like to drain him so completely. But we had gotten him back in time;
the lanel energizer was already in operation. I rose to question Fonder
and Al zha about the mental contact, when Stefan said sharply, "Morel!
There's some sort of neural blockage here!"
As I spun back toward him, Al zha caught my arm. "Morel, take care. You
must be Vulcan. Do you understand? You must not touch him unless you
control all mental and emotional contact." I looked at her and at Dival,
and said, "Explain." She shook her head but there was a haunted look
behind her eyes. "I will make no diagnosis until he is conscious and
strong enough to endure it; now he is very weak and in High Haven. But you
saw his reaction to the earlier telepathic contact; we dare not risk it.
They" - indicating Stefan and Dian - "are non-telepaths; there is no
danger. Vulcan control techniques will allow you to work with him; Fonder
and I cannot, at least not now. All I can say is that there has been some
damage, but its nature and extent I do not know."
"Morel!" Stefan's voice was urgent. I knelt beside Dival, running my own
examination to compare with Stefan's. There was no doubt; a sensory neural
block, drug-induced. I called Kestaven and told him what to expect and
that I would be working with him. We took the necessary samples and Mespa
sprinted for the lab section, pleased to be useful again.
Al zha insisted that sickbay for Dival be the telepathic research lab,
which could be most effectively shielded. I suddenly realized that she and
Fonder had been shielding Dival since that first contact had warned them.
After alerting Telepathic Research, I went on ship-wide intercom, told the
crew what few facts we had, and warned against any telepathic or empathic
activity while we moved Dival to the shielded area. I never even thought,
I simply picked him up and carried him as I would have carried a sleepy
Reladan, but his limp stillness was like a chill on the heart. The others
followed and took charge in Telepathic Research while I went to the labs.
We must have set some kind of record for analysis and antidote synthesis.
We were incredibly lucky that the drug seems not to have been truly of the
Baaneun universe. They have been here long enough to learn to use our
resources, and there would have been less chance of an incompatibility
reaction. Suffice it to say that the Baaneuns seem to be as crude in their
medical as in their ship technology - crude perhaps, but very effective.
The drug blocks sensory reception by the brain without destroying the
neural paths or paralyzing response; in most victims it would cause a
subjective paralysis as there would be no apparent stimuli to respond to.
Other effects are unknown; there hasn't been time for full tests yet.
Dival is physiologically normal now, except for his weakness. We wait now
for him to recover enough strength for Al zha to examine him. She seems
confident that there is no basic change - that he is no danger to us, but
that there is some injury we cannot doubt, so the danger is all for him.
Our joy is mixed with this fear.
We are on course for Indel, and keep pace with the Comscin. Give everyone
the news of Dival as soon as you can. Jeff, let me know about Malon and
when I may see her, and please, when she is well enough, let her come to
me here. Give her my love.
Shev, o dal aer eno,
(Morel signature)
B50
TO: THIA CHENEN AND STAAV MOREL
FROM: RAN CARTHUR - LFC COMSCIN SICKBAY
It is very quiet here. The lights are low, the doctors and friends have
left us in peace. I am almost well and will return to the pressures and
pleasure of ordinary life tomorrow morning, but for now I want to lie
here, alone, and rest, and speak to you.
I remember so much, yet all are the small things, a glance, a song echoing
in darkness, none of the vastness and actions, which in a later time I may
accept as worthy of telling. I think of the message about Dival coming
through - Shev, I almost went through the wall when Malon let out that
shorva-ish cry - I remember the impact of my feet on the corridor floor as
I followed Malon to the Charisma, pounding out words in my brain, "to our
deaths to our deaths to our deaths-" And then universes crashing together,
and so much rage and frenzy - and then - Ah, I cannot say. My mind turns
away from that mel e of vast powers and hatred and awe and exhaustion,
hovers instead on the sudden, still, helpless wreck of the Charisma.
Ah, astani, in dura hund imail. There was such lonely darkness there. I
sat staring blindly out into the darkness laced with metal and glowing
circuits, and all I could hear, all any of us could hear, was the sound of
coolant hissing softly from a ruptured casing, and, under it, Malon's
labored breathing. Astani, even to face the memory of that time is pain.
To sit trapped, listening to her die. She too knew there was nothing to be
done. She too felt the strange, unreal peace that gripped us all, the
peace of all things being done and passed, of waiting for death without
regret. There was no point in talk; we had been through too much. Yet it
was she who called us back to life, she who made us care, made us reach
out through our exhaustion to work for her life.
Astani, I don't know what happened there, in that frenzied darkness on the
Charisma as the Baaneuns swarmed around Dival. It was as though my very
soul came out in wrath, rising in a power that had nothing to do with
lanel energy, or even with any telepathy I can claim to have mastered.
There was no room for fright, or awe, or doubt. There was only myself,
swelling in a shuddering storm - I felt I could do anything: send a sun to
nova, twist the very fabric of space, grasp and hold any vastness. But
there was no deliberation of possibilities; there was only war and rage.
The Baaneuns were swept back like hil zani by a storm-wind. I wonder, and
I fear, yet it is the fear of a small child who doesn't understand, who
stands trembling in ignorance, knowing too little even to know what he has
lost, or gained.
The doctors tell me that Malon is strained and tired to the point of
mandatory medical leave, even aside from her injuries (damage to and
hemmorrhage of internal organs, a couple of broken ribs). It is so easy
for us all to forget how little she allows herself peace and ease. She
hasn't had a rest since before she went out for Obar - if you can even
count that strained period of self-doubt "rest". I think back - Korenkar,
the captaincy trials, the torsponder - it goes on back for years. What
does she seek that she ranges so far and pushes so hard? What could she,
find that would free her?
Ah, astani, my love for these people is my own freedom. In the midst of
care and concern I feel an odd joy, irdan welling suddenly and fleetingly,
and sometimes even while I lie wondering at it I see it glimmer in Malon's eyes, then see Roia looking toward me, her smile rich and
warm for one delicate, wondering moment before we sink again into long
rest . . . I treasure the coming time of freedom, of docked ships and
friends to run and laugh without time or care on the borders of their
minds.
My thoughts stay with Dival - my heart tells me, against all fears, that
there is hope. Shev-
(Ran signature)
B51
TO: THIA AND OBAR, LFC SHAR DA
MALON, RAN, ROIA, LFC COMSCIN
FROM: MOREL, LFC OCCELON
Velantar, Astani:
We know the worst, and once again grief holds the ship. Al zha's
examination has revealed that Dival is severely injured telepathically -
disability level; she and Stefan have officially given me command. I want
to deny the fact, as I want to deny the reason, but it is impossible;
Dival cannot command in his condition.
Dival's stay in sickbay has varied between long periods of
unconsciousness, short periods of High Haven, and very brief intervals of
clear awareness in which he tries haltingly to speak to us. The balance is
turning; he is rarely unconscious now, and makes more attempts at
communication, but these seem to tap memories and sensations he cannot
face. The frequency with which he retreats into High Haven now is
frightening; we must not allow him to become locked behind the barriers of
his own mind. The mind itself is sound and still his own - that the
Baaneuns did not destroy - but Dival is not the man who was taken from us.
He cannot alerasa, astani! He cannot bear any telepathic or empathic
contact. He is hurt and frightened, and he retreats even from us, whom he
knows and loves. That he, of all people, should be so and that all our
love and care and knowledge should seem so useless in the face of his pain
and loneliness - ! We hope desperately and yet we fear so greatly - oh
astani, availa aer eno lon corr rhadoni.
I sense the stillness of fear throughout the ship - the fear that we may
lose Dival as truly as if he had not returned; but we do not despair - not
yet. We wait to see what happens, though our waiting must not be long.
Al zha paces the corridors like a spirit-driven one; she knows Dival's
condition most clearly and her knowledge must give a dreadful intensity to
her fear.
Her knowledge . . . ah, Shev, that examination! It was torment to all of
us, how did she bear it? I think again that only hope, or the possibility
of hope, sustained her. When Dival's periods of unconsciousness had
abated, we chose one of his coherent intervals to ask permission for
Al zha's telepathic contact. I thought I saw a flicker of agreement in his
eyes, which was almost instantly snuffed out as a wave of fear and denial
sent him back into High Haven. There was nothing to do but wait. When he
came out of it, Al zha asked him if he could maintain normal consciousness
for the short time necessary for her to examine his mind. To agree must
have taken more courage than he has ever needed or than we can conceive,
but he held on and forced his terror under control - for terror it must
have been; you have heard his log, astani! Al zha approached his bed and
would have held his hand to give some small comfort, but at the first
touch of her mind he screamed and went into near convulsions, thrashing,
twisting, kicking. Dian and I leaped for either side of the bed and
grabbed his arms, pinning him down, while Al zha gently held his head and
probed his agonized mind. I thought those few minutes would never end. It
took all our strength to hold him, strength of mind as well as body, for
we wanted to spare him, release him from the torture we were putting him
through, but we could not! And through this hell he kept to his word and
did not take the mental refuge he could have. The instant Al zha ceased
contact he fell back unconscious. If Dian and I had not already been on
our knees, we would have fallen, so sudden was his stillness; we were both
weeping with grief and horror, but Al zha's face had frozen in a huge-eyed
calm, pale as a tamriel blossom. She gave a quiet excuse and left the
room.
When she returned she was composed enough to give us her diagnosis.
Basically it is what I have already told you: his mind is safe, intact,
but telepathically he has been savagely, devastatingly wounded. He is in
total telepathic/empathic shock. Al zha's trembling description of the
empathic/telepathic centers was, "If they were flesh, I would describe
them as flayed: a bleeding mass of raw, exposed nerves. It is too soon to
tell if they will heal or scar. He cannot bear any mental contact, whether
he or another initiates it; with the pain, there is also a terrible fear
of such contact. He fears to alerasa in any way, though he wants to. He is
divided from himself, from us; he is lost and afraid . . . Oh, Ratha, I'm
afraid! I can't help him, I don't know what to do . . . not enough
strength, not enough skill . . ." She broke down, weeping hysterically; I
held her, tried to comfort her, but how? I share her terror, her grief,
her helplessness, as we all do. The four of us (she, Dian, Stefan, and I)
agreed to a brief observation period, hoping beyond hope that Dival's own
strength will be enough to start the healing and that then we will be able
to help him.
Al zha detected a fear of the laboratory environment; he is reminded,
however remotely, of the Baaneun cell. On her advice, our first action
will be to transfer him to his own quarters; their "forested" familiarity
should give him a small peace and reassurance. While we wait for him to
wake, the telepathic shields are being installed around his rooms.
Ah velantar, astani, hope with us!
(Morel signature)
B52
TO: THIA CHENEN - LFC SHAR DA
FROM: SHARNA - TRANASTADAL, VELONA
Thia, Thia, os ecounana. Dor ecounana erl levet mena aer ano, mis liant.
In surin altia o tobrin enta cadelan - zir! Ailoren-eno vash, irdan-os,
velan-eno, hezatha erl silatom-ombra em-os, ola todralana al celbran o
crivala lal os alevana ordan. Ano ecounana oa, ladiav; ano moravenana
tonin-os; os entana availav erl crivala, o ano availana oa, lal ano
felantena os aletela os entasta pantir . . . Dein lias ar os miria, hon
os ondona cha in v avan al iverni; Mena-os r ; os moravena firin-ano aer
tulhadan hon os enta relav alerl Chelacrev. Evlini-os enta erilin, irivas,
h lal os hesa al ano hund velan-os. Os enta erl Inesti, hon al talaemi os
encalbra.
Tecun, Dival ondona rembali, rembali shan, hon celbran hund velantar-ano!
Dor letel lo contaba Dival aner shar; os moravena isvelan, moravena
tuaevanos, su Dival radan. Chevrin-os, innel-os, enta ava peri hund
dicelbran. Os enta ava rebra, erl halua-os; laestal-os; enta valovi aer
ler orao adi.
Os enta ano folav, Thia. Ano entala carti. Limt embr limt os entala
cumelan Chelacrev? Tuas, ehr chatu, adi, perilevath, aer lam adi. O lon
ano? Ano embr cha. Ano os cori delena Chelacrev . . . Velantar-ano!*
(Sharna signature)
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*
Thia, Thia, he fell. Dor fell in a spirit run with me on the plain. The
right leg and back are destroyed--Now with this tragedy our swift freedom,
his joy, our love, the wind in his dark hair--all turned to pain and fear
as he went down. I fell also, stopping. I held his hand; he was crying
with fear, and I too cried as I tried to tell him he would be well.
Lightfleet can heal him, but he does not have the will to live. His spirit
moves; he holds my hand with force, but he is passing into Chelacrev. His
eyes are strange, alien, even as he whispers to me of his love. He is in
Haven, but at times he cries out.
Tecun, Dival has needs, great needs, but the pain of my Beloved! Dor says
you should get Dival here fast; he holds life, holds himself until Dival
arrives. His brow, his body, are so filled with agony. He is so old in his
youth; his mind is weary with this deep burden.
He is leaving me, Thia. I will be alone. Who knows who he will be after
Chelacrev? The same, yet different, new, a stranger with a new name. And
for me? I do not know. I help him through Chelacrev-- my Beloved!
B53
Morel -
Oh, I hate this, recording yet another sterile message to you when I'm so
desperate to be with you. But Jeff knows my medical
needs better than anyone except you, and you have Dival requiring all you
have to give . . . But - Oh, Morel, I want you so badly! I want to hold
you, to sing to you, to sing you my love, as I did once long ago -
remember? Long years ago, in a dark place. You touched my face; I could
feel your wonder. You feared to speak, to move, to break the spell, you
almost held your breath. I felt only delight at your awe. I laughed; we
made love - freedom and love in the darkness, velantar! I can't sing now -
there is too much pain, my chest was crushed in the Charisma, but I'm
breathing easily. I'll be well. I can tell you that and speak truth - no
more lies; Beloved! No more feigned strength!
For I have learned. Shev, how long it has taken me to unlearn those dark
lessons they taught me on Vulcan after I was taken from Albintra! Since
that desperate time, I have struggled so hard to be strong. I thought that
to be weak was death - and in a way I was right; to be weak was to be
vulnerable to people who would step in and run my life when they saw my
weakness, people who cared nothing for me except in how I could serve them
or reflect well upon them by my good behavior. Damn them, those cruel,
ignorant fools, my father and my Vulcan teachers! It has taken me the rest
of my life to recover the soul I killed trying to please them.
Only to you could I be open, only to you could I reveal all my fears and
weakness and wracking needs. From that first hour when you pulled me out
of death and I screamed at you for doing so - remember? Screamed as I'd
never screamed in my life in despair, agony and loneliness, and you
dragged my story out of me in wrenching pieces and - I was so astonished -
loved what you found. You reached into the empty place inside me, my need
to be loved - I had never been loved. Your love and care was almost more
than I could endure; you burned the numbness from my mind, Morel! I could
hardly face you, even when I loved you desperately; even when we were most
close I was afraid, afraid to feel the pain I still held inside me. All
these years that fear has been the barrier you have felt in my mind and
tried fruitlessly to broach. I was the one who had to face and conquer it,
and I didn't even understand it until now.
Abandoned by my mother - death is abandonment to a five-year-old mind - to
the Albintran compound, I was sure all those years living wild that I had
done something to deserve it. Dragged out at sixteen to face the distaste
and rigid edicts of my Vulcan guardians, I felt I was a pariah, an
innately inadequate person. I have thought of myself as having good and
bad parts, but the latter were so horrible as to be too dreadful even to
face, far less battle; my deep violence, my deeper anger . . . Yet, I can
face them now, for I see that they are part of me, as all my
long-restrained emotions are part of me; anger, joy, tears, fear, needs
for holding and being held . . . Oh, Morel, I want you to hold me! I'm
crying, Beloved, from joy, from long pain turned to freedom. I have so
long been the captive of my own fears. Oh Shev! All the wasted years! But
they weren't really wasted; though I passed through them blind, they are
still part of me, to give to you now, to cherish for myself, for Reladan.
Oh, Reladan, can you understand what I'm saying? Perhaps not, but someday
you will. When you were still inside me I told you that some knowledge
must be waited for, and that patience will bring other joys in the
meantime. You have always understood that well, better than I have. We
were close then, velantar, and we shall be again, I promise. As soon as I
am well.
I've allowed myself exhaustion now; I even laughed a little when Jeff told
me so gravely how tired I was. As though I didn't know! Shev, if he only
knew how often in the past his instruments could have told him of
exhaustion worse than this, when I forced courage and reason and control
to sustain me. No more, Beloved. I say it now, with laughter and abandon.
I couldn't allow my body to be tired, or my mind to be shaken; I can now,
and will, for I no longer fear myself. I have myself now, and the world
can come in upon me, and I can fear, cry, need, grow weary and remain
myself, for I know my center now!
Oh, enough of these words! We'll share minds and it will all be clear. I
fear so now for Dival - o Dival, astan rebra, would that the world were
just and all our love could save you! I fear so much for you. Even the
touching of minds is banned; that is a cruel thing. Morel, I have much to
share with you about Dival; the battle for him was so fierce and horrible.
We didn't touch him in the Charisma after the battle; we couldn't reach
him physically, and mentally we were afraid. Afraid to hurt him, afraid of
being hurt by him, if only from learning what he had been through . . . I
know you must be fearing now, fearing that your skill is too little,
feeling helpless. Courage, Beloved! Tell me, soon, what you know.
I'm too tired to go on, pain is returning. I will come to you soon!
Ola velan-ano,
(Malon signature)
B54
Malon -
Etanahl, Velantar, how is it possible that your love gives me more joy
today than it ever has--your love which has long held my whole being? Yet
it does, for at last you have the freedom of yourself which all my love
and care could not give you. No more shadows, Beloved! You have found "the
still point of the turning world" * and my heart and soul rest safely in
your calm.
But, O Beloved, how little these words say of my own joy, of my need for
you! I long to hold you, to feel your body between my hands, your mind
blended with mine--one being, one love, free and joyous! We shall make
love, you shall sing, and my wonder and awe shall be as great, as
breathless as before. Such a song is the one truly wondrous thing in all
the Universes!
I have so many things to share with you--much that I too have hidden, or
tried to hide, from myself and from you; Shev, how stupid, how painfully
useless those fears and deceptions seem now! We have much to learn and
change, Beloved, together.
I want--need-- so much to be with you; I would come to you but another
needs me now, even more than you do. Dival is lost in fear and loneliness
perhaps greater than yours have been; it is agony to see him so and to be
helpless in the face of his need! Our only hope for him lies with Dor ,
who holds off death to help him. We have called a Courier to take him to
Tranastadal; we must leave soon. Come with us, Beloved, for both our
sakes! Tell Dival of what you have found, the need he has so long seen and
ached for and been unable to help, fulfilled at last. Give him that joy,
Beloved, and give me the strength I need to bear this. Come!
Em-lo,
(Morel signature)
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* "Coriolan I. Triumphal March" by T. S. Eliot
B55
TO: Thia and Obar, LFC Shar da
Ran, Jeff, Roia, LFC Comscin
FROM: Morel, Courier Echernial
Astani:
We have abandoned hope in time and ourselves. Al zha and I agreed that
Dival's only hope lies on Velona, with Dor . Malon and I are taking him
home.
Nothing has happened as we hoped. Even the move to his quarters contained
its own small tragedy. In our concern for Dival, none of us had really
spared any thought for Orrol, his little pet rudilan. When Orrol saw us
approaching, he went into a little frenzy of happiness and as we entered,
leaped for Dival. In mid-leap he gave a cry of pain and fright, twisted
and landed on me instead, shivering and crying as he nestled against me. I
saw a spasm of pain cross Dival's face. After a few minutes Orrol went to
him but he never stopped trembling; as low a level of empathy as the
rudilan has, it was too much for both of them. Dian took Orrol to his own
quarters, where he will stay until - when? And so Dival has not been
spared even that small link to himself.
He is more completely separated from everyone around him than he has ever
been, and it is a loneliness that terrifies him. He is mentally alone; if
he is physically as well, it seems to trigger memories of that utter
isolation from his own world that he experienced in the Baaneun Universe.
He knows that it is false, he tries to control it, and yet the panic
builds inside him; he has begged us not to be left alone, like a small
child afraid of the dark. Malon and I never leave him.
On the ship too, someone was always with him; we kept to non-telepaths
mostly, to reduce chances of an accidental slip. Dian spent much time with
him; he has always regarded Dival somewhat as he would an idolized elder
brother, and his gentle care and concern, were deeply touching. I wonder
what those who think of Dian as a 'dashing, devil-may-care, roguish
charmer' would have thought if they had seen him as I have; cradling Dival
as if he were a frightened child, singing quiet songs to soothe him into
much-needed rest. Would they have been more surprised by him or by
Lehandra, our formal, reserved Engineer? I passed by unexpectedly once and
found her watching by him as he slept on the couch, stroking his hair and
softly singing a lullaby which I imagine has rarely been heard by any but
Klingon children. She stopped in consternation and embarrassment when she
saw me, but when Dival stirred, she took up the song again, with a
slightly defiant lift of her head. I made a gesture of apology, and left,
but not before I had seen the look of defiance turn to a wondering
realization that she needn't feel embarrassed or defensive about her
caring or about showing that care. Do you share my tears and wonder,
astani? Shev, who and what is Dival that he can help others by his own
need for their help? The only answer is, he is Dival.
Jeff, thank you for letting Malon come, for making her well enough to
come; she is healing quickly and, among wonders, does not overtax herself
in her care of Dival. There is much strain involved, as we must use Vulcan
control patterns, which we both abandoned long ago.
It has been hard, too, not to share fully what Malon has found, but that
time will come soon and we can wait. If only Dival will be able to share
it too! Malon has told him, sharing what she can in words, but I can see
frustration in both of them at the limitation, fear and anguish, which
they try to conceal. The only help we can give him now is our care and
company, and the admission of our own helplessness. Sharna's message
chilled us, both for Dor himself and for Dival. We scarcely know where to
fear or hope, but for both their sakes we must try, with all the power and
swiftness at our command. Eno alosta lon dal o miriav - there will be
time, there must be! - time for healing and for sharing.
Seranta eno vavlorani-elo, ha-elo, tav-eno delena tulbran hund criva. *
(Morel signature)
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* Give us your thoughts, your songs, our link through the shadow of fear.
B56
TO: High Captain Thia Chenen - LFC Shar da
FROM: Sharna Colbon - Tranastadal, Velona
Thia:
I am lying on the liant, on a bed of orehesti. It is damp and cooling
against my back, and the sweat is drying from my body. My legs ache to the
bones from dancing and running; I am still breathing deep. I am alone;
thank Shev, alone at last, out here in the wind and the night. The only
one who could find me here is . . . He is no more.
Oh, Thia, I am so tired! But I want to speak with you, to tell you what
has happened. Perhaps I am like Malon and Dival, trying to steady my own
thoughts by recording them. Strange - I have used my subcom so rarely
since I left Lightfleet, only three years ago. (Three years! Shev, it
seems an age! It is an age!). Yet the old patterns return, the old call
codes slip easily into my mind, flutter in my jaw, to reach you now on
this personal frequency we once set up - how many years ago?
I left Dor 's bedside, left him grey-faced and glazed-eyed, to meet the
Courier as it came down on the landing terrace. First out its door was
Morel, tired, lines running deep around his eyes and his mouth tight and
strained, yet with a warm smile and a hug for me. Then Malon, avoiding the
steps and jumping down as I have seen her jump a thousand times from
shuttles in - Shev, so many hundreds of places, and for a moment it was as
though no time had passed at all and we were still agents together . . .
Yet her hand on the door frame to steady herself and the slight wince as
she landed, before her tired face glowed into joy at seeing me - these,
and the open joy itself, forced home the realization of what she had been
through. For a moment I shook with sobs in her arms; Morel touched my hair
as she held me - yet I felt them gauging my strength, even as I had gauged
theirs.
I was still brushing away tears - too few, too frequent these days to give
much relief - when Dival appeared in the doorway. For just one instant, as
he stood there looking down at us, I had the startled thought that he was
well. But that instant sank suddenly into sick fear. His blank, remote,
High Haven stare, his unmoving face set so drawn and pale - much though I
had braced myself for this, I could not stop my hands from pressing
against my mouth, or my thoughts from purging toward him with all the love
and compassion and healing I wanted to give him. His face moved, shifted
into grief and pleading, then suddenly agony and fear. All in the space of
a second, as Malon pulled me roughly back and Morel sprang forward to
catch Dival's sagging frame.
No more greetings, no words said. Morel and Malon walked beside Dival;
such control those two have. Their faces were more set and still than I
can remember ever seeing them, in their efforts to keep Dival from pain;
no wonder they are so tired. I led the way to where Dor was waiting, but
he met us at the door. Not physically, of course - his body lay mangled
and deathly still on the bed - but in our minds, warm and tender,
greeting, cherishing, free of body and pain, ready now to use the power he
had been mustering. He gently pushed our minds away and moved into Dival.
We dared not follow what happened telepathically. Dor moved with such
massive power and yet such delicate complexity that we feared even to hold
our minds near. We saw it with our eyes only, and only my earlier
conversations with Dor allowed me to know that he was moving into Dival's
mind until every part of his enormous power held Dival's essence as
perfectly and gently as a child is held in the womb. All we saw was Dival
standing, head down, eyes closed, his face detached and calm - yet
sometimes moving briefly, fleetingly, into a ghost of doubt or horror, or
wonder, only to fade again to that suspended stillness.
An hour passed, an hour of waiting, growing stiff and cold in silent
watching, hardly daring to breathe. Then, quite suddenly, Dival stirred,
staggered a little, looked up blindly. "Astani?" he said unsteadily. Then
he seemed to focus, and - my heart was suddenly pounding - smiled shakily
and stretched out his hand. "Morel, I think I cannot stand." His mind was
among us, gentle, joyous, free, still shaken, but touching us all the more
tenderly for that. Morel and Malon were shaking as they helped Dival to a
bed, shaking with joy and sobs and laughter . . .
Yet I had hardly needed Dor 's faint, urgent thought in my mind; I was
outside, running swiftly up the steps and paths and terraces to the Call
Tower, raising my chin and my mind, drawing in the great breath needed,
and singing the ancient Call to Chelacrev out over the hills, again and
again, my voice soaring out clear and unearthly over the liant, throbbing
into the dark recesses of the forest, echoing faintly back to me off the
distant white peaks of the mountains;
"Ueies, Esaon Chelan, ,Aeal R al Chenachelan, Oa R al Tulachelan, Aioira
un Chelan, Al !" *
Dor had so little strength left; but when you reserve nothing, not even
life, it is amazing how much strength you can find. And we were there to
help; myself, Dival, even Morel and Malon in their way, and the thirty
maavi who had come from all over the planet for this great effort. In some
shadowed, forgotten reality we stood motionless in the hall where Dor lay
dying. In essence we danced on the Great Lianti of Shev, the grass pale
green and soft bronze, stirred shimmering by winds, under those blazing
stars and deep, midnight blue sky. Dival for a while moved more powerfully
than any of us except Dor ; he knew the feel of that earth from his last
Chelacrev, the one on Gagarin. And yet how am I to describe Dor ? He
remembers Shev with real memories, memories carried down through 12,000
years of Chelacrevs. He knows the shapes of the flowers glimpsed in the
grass, knows the feel of the wind and of the turf, has danced, no doubt,
in this very place. And his power, Thia; the music that shook us and tore
at us with its glory - Oh, I cannot tell you.
Yet it had to end, and it did. Shaking, we found ourselves again in the
world we had known; shaking and weak, standing and gazing at the new being
standing in the center of the floor.
I knelt at Dor 's side. In his still form a shred of life lingered; I
touched the face that used to move so quickly and expressively, but which
now rested immobile. A faint breath stirred his chest, and for a moment I
abandoned all I knew and clung to that breath, coaxing and urging those
fading signs of life. Then a shadow fell over his face; the Child,
kneeling across from me, looking down at the dying body. The Child's hand
went out, touched Dor 's forehead and the shred of life was gone. I stared
from one to the other, feeling an inexplicable horror as though I had just
witnessed a murder. Then the Child spoke, softly, firmly, with a voice
strangely familiar; "I have released him, Sharna. His life was over."
A Child, yet not a child. New, yet old. Strange, yet familiar. A new
being, yet Dor , all that was Dor , all that has been Dor through
Chelacrev generations for 12,000 years. A total transference . . . yet
Creation, too, for the way his face moved, the way his hand brushed my
face, even the way he cared for me, all were subtly different. I met his
eyes, touched his mind, found all I had known, yet shifted into new
patterns-
I didn't run. I walked alone from the hall, past all the friends wise
enough to let me pass, and down to the liant. Only there did I run,
stretching forward, bracing against the roaring wind of my own passage
until the roaring blotted out the world. I could hardly see; I should have
fallen, but I didn't. I lived, and now I lie here in the darkness, cool
again at last, an empty place within me crying against all reason.
I will return with Malon and Morel to Indel. Perhaps with some retraining
I can take over Zhen's old captaincy, as I think everyone has been hoping.
There is no reason for me to stay here.
Era chantel talavenala vesa aer esan ishav. **
(Sharna signature)
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* "Surging, Rising to creation, The Mind Moves in the Dance of Creation.
The World Moves with the Force of Creation, Freedom and Joy in Creation,
Al !" (Ancient Velonian)
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** Soon the sky will become light with the coming dawn.
Appendices
Appendix 1:
(DH)
THE VELONIAN LANGUAGE
A Brief Guide
(Terran English Version)
Velonian is a highly expressive language, in sound very open and fluid.
The Shevian language, from which Velonian evolved, consisted almost
totally of inflected vowels, reflected in modern Velonian by its
preference for the more fluid consonants and its prevalence of vowels and
vowel sequences. Because of this, it is important that vowel sounds be
given their correct pronunciation and full individual values, or you may
find yourself saying something quite different from what you intended!
The structure of the language is more precise and exact than that of
English, but rather than restricting it, this gives it more flexibility
and expressiveness. Words are more specific and convey finer shades of
meaning, and may be combined in ways impossible in English, to express
more complex or subtle concepts. Velonian grammar is actually simpler than
English while it keeps word relationships, and therefore sentence meaning,
much clearer. Despite this precision, there is no sense of formality about
the language, partly due to the sheer grace of its sound and partly to the
vocabulary, which was evolved by a very emotionally and sensually
perceptive race. You may also notice Velonians' casual disregard of
articles (such as "the") and linkages (such as "of") in situations where
these do not affect specific meaning.
Following are some rules, which will help you to pronounce the Velonian
words used in these Letters, and which will provide a limited look at
grammatical construction.
PRONUNCIATION (Pronunciation will be provided for each word in the
Vocabulary List according to the phonetics indicated below.)
Vowels: all vowels in Velonian have only one sound, the one indicated; the
variety of sounds for a single letter that occur in English do not exist
in Velonian. All vowels are fully and separately pronounced; there are no
vowel diphthongs and no silent letters, including final e. Transitions
between sounds should be fluid without blurring the individual sounds.
a - as in farm (phoneticized: ah)
e - as in held (phoneticized: eh)
- long a, as in made (phoneticized: ay. Note: remember not to sound the
rising ee which occurs at the end of the standard English "ay")
i - this sound in Velonian is between the i of hill (ih) and the i of
machine (ee) in English; therefore, although the sound itself does not
vary, the phonetic indication will, according to how an English speaker
would probably hear it
o - as in home (phoneticized: oh)
u - this does not have an equivalent English sound, being close to the
French "eu" sound. It might be characterized as being halfway between eh
and oo; it is never pronounced "you." (phoneticized: <<Note. This is
really two o's with a single curved mark about them like this one over a
single o o.>>
y - as in why (phoneticized: y)
Consonants: certain consonants and digraphs also have only one
pronunciation:
c - as care, though slightly aspirated (phoneticized: k)
ch - as in child
g - as in garden
r - rolled r (not trilled)
s - as in soft
sh - as in share
th - as in thought (unvoiced)
zh - like the z in azure or the g in beige
EMPHASIS: syllable emphasis should be equal, to aid a flowing sound, as in
Terran Japanese; however, this is rarely achieved even by Velonians. In
the Vocabulary, the syllable with the strongest emphasis will be
capitalized; that with the secondary emphasis (in words of three or more
syllables) will be underlined.
PLURALS: are formed by adding "i" to the noun. Words which occur in their
plural forms in the Letters will be entered in the Vocabulary under their
basic (singular) form, followed by an "i" in parentheses, as: chena(i).
Not all words ending in "i" are plurals. Note: the addition of the plural
"i" always switches the primary emphasis to the penultimate syllable, that
preceding the "i;" the pronunciation in the Vocabulary will be for the
singular form.
VERBS and TENSES: verbs do not vary according to pronouns (no "I am," "she
is," "they are" messes). They usually (but not invariably) end in a vowel:
tenses are formed by adding a suffix or series of suffixes. It is not
necessary to go into the full list here; verbs will be listed in the
Vocabulary with the suffixes used in the Letters (the basic verb will be
contained in the definition). Note: the addition of tense suffixes
switches the primary emphasis to the syllable preceding the final one, as
with plurals. Negatives are formed by following the verb with "cha."
ADJECTIVES and ADVERBS: follow the words they modify.
POSSESSIVES: are usually formed by attaching the personal pronoun to the
noun, as: "corr -ano": "my child." When there is no noun, the pronoun is
attached to the prefix "em-"; in saying "It is mine," the form would be
"Enta em-ano." "Em-" is also used to form the possessive of a proper name,
as "voren em-Thia": "Thia's forest."
INDIRECT OBJECTS and DIRECT OBJECT PRONOUNS: are placed before the verb.
Appendix 2:
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VELONIAN VOCABULARY
<<Note. The format of this dictionary is the Velonian word followed by the
pronounciation guide followed by a series of dots to put all of the
English definitions lined up in the same column and if the definition is
more than one line, it is indented over to the column following the dots.
Because the normal width of the pages is not as wide as the fanzine and
trying to set everything up into a singular format is more time consuming
and doesn't convert well anyway, I will use only 4 dots and spaces and not
indent the English definitions but allow them to wrap. This may initially
look more confusing, but will keep them together. (The best way to put
them into a web page would be to put two columns, which either side could
wrap and everything stay aligned. Word has this feature, but I don't know
how it translates to a web page.)>>
abind na (ah-bihn-DAY-nah) . . . . thought (v.); past tense of abind
(ah-BIHN-day), to think
ada (AH-dah) . . . . no! (exclamation)
adi (ah-DEE) . . . . new
aer (ah-EHR) . . . . with
ailoren (ah-ee-LOH-rehn) . . . . freedom
ailorena (ah-ee-loh-REHN-ah) . . . . (to) free
al (ahl) . . . . to
alare (ah-LAHR-eh) . . . . forever
al (ah-LAY) . . . . a word of celebration and greeting (no real English
equivalent; the closest is probably "Hail!")
alenan (ah-LEHN-ahn) . . . . daughter
alerasa (ah-leh-RAH-sah) . . . . (to) relate (to someone) freely and
openly
alerasan (ah-leh-RAH-sahn) . . . . having the quality or characteristic of
being able to alerasa
alerl (ah-LEHRL) . . . . into
aletela (ah-leh-TEHL-ah) . . . . (to) tell
alevana (ah-leh-VAH-nah) . . . . went; past tense of aleva (ah-LEH-vah),
to go
alosta (ah-LOH-stah) . . . . (to) reach
altia (ahl-TEE-ah) . . . . right (direction)
ancha (AHN-chah) . . . . never
aner (AH-nehr) . . . . here
ano (AH-noh) . . . . I
arava (ah-RAHV-ah) . . . . still/continuing
ar (AH-ray) . . . . can (aux. v.)
artura (ahr-T -rah) . . . . (to) take
as (ahs) . . . . she
asmel (ahs-MEHL) . . . . weak
assaer (ahs-ah-EHR) . . . . beautiful
astan(i) (AHS-tahn) . . . . friend
astana (ahs-TAH-nah) . . . . friendly
astunan (ahs-T -nahn) . . . . sister
ava (AH-vah) . . . . so (adv.)
avelanden (ah-veh-LAHN-dehn) . . . . flight (in air or space)
br (bray) . . . . wisdom
br an (BRAY-ahn) . . . . wise
cadelala (kah-deh-LAH-lah) . . . . will destroy; future tense of cadela
(kah-DEHL-ah), to destroy
cadelan (kah-DEH-lahn) . . . . destroyed; past participle of cadela
caladi (kah-LAH-dee) . . . . newborn (infant) (n.)
car (KAH-ray) . . . . cannot
carti (kahr-TEE) . . . . alone
cas (kahr) . . . . bitter (emotion)
cathan (KAH-thahn) . . . . grief
cathana (kah-THAN-nah) . . . . (to) grieve
celbran (KEHL-brahn) . . . . pain (n.)
cha (chah) . . . . not
chantel (chahn-TEHL) . . . . sky
chatu (chah-T ) . . . . different
chena(i) (CHEH-nah) . . . . dance (n.)
Chena Don (CHEH-nah DOHN) . . . . the Velonian Midsummer Dance and
greatest celebration; it commemorates the first planet-wide telepathic
linkage of the Shevian miteithili
chenen (CHEH-nehn) . . . . dancer
chervas(i) (CHEHR-vahs) . . . . a telepathic, deer/goat-like species
native to Velona; they have friendly and mutually beneficial relations
with the Velonians, to whom they act as milk herds
cheve (CHEH-veh) . . . . no/none (adj.)
chevrin (CHEHV-rihn) . . . . forehead, brow
chylan(i) (CHY-lahn) . . . . family (among the Velonians, an extended one,
including any relatives and close friends who choose to live as a family)
compaltena (kohm-pahl-TEH-nah) . . . . (to) merge
contaba (kohn-TAH-bah) . . . . should get; conditional present tense of
conta (KOHN-tah), to get
cori (KOH-ree) . . . . (to) help
corr (i) (KOHR-ray) . . . . child
Corr i Tom (kohr-RAY-ee TOHM) . . . . Children of Wind, the Velonians'
name for themselves
crevel(i) (kreh-VEHL) . . . . mountain
crirash (KRIH-rahsh) . . . . violent
criva (KREE-vah) . . . . fear (n.)
crivala (kree-VAH-lah) . . . . (to) fear
cumelan (k -MEHL-ahn) . . . . after
dal (dahl) . . . . hope (n.)
dava (DAH-vah) . . . . stop! (doing something) (order)
d in (DAY-een) . . . . fleet (of ships)
D in lias (DAY-een LEE-ahs) . . . . Light Fleet
delena (deh-LEH-nah) . . . . through (prep.)
delipth(i) (DEHL-ihpth) . . . . one of the strains of the Velonian race:
the mountain dwellers and rock climbers
dicelbran (dih-KEHL-brahn) . . . . agony
Diestal(i) (dee-eh-STAHL) . . . . (literally: great mind) a race which has
become pure mentalities and discarded physical bodies; all those known are
members of the Tiaeva Naefurui
dil (dih-LAY) . . . (to) illuminate
dimaav (DEE-mah-ahv) . . . . the greatest of the maavi, he is the direct
lanel descendent of the last dimaav of Shev and the closest thing to an
authority figure among the Velonians, nominally head of LF as well.
Through the end of Echerni, the dimaav is Dor
don (dohn) . . . . by force (or strength) of
dura (D -rah) . . . . darkness
a(i) (AY-ah) . . . . soul/center of self
availa (ay-ah-vah-EE-lah) . . . . (to) cry or weep
availana (ay-ah-vah-ee-LAH-nah) . . . . cried, wept; past tense of
availa
availav (ay-ah-vah-EE-lahv) . . . . crying, weeping; present participle
of availa
echerni (eh-CHEHR-nee) message(s); this is a rare instance of a word which
may be either singular or plural; if it is vital to distinguish which, a
second "i" may be added
echernial (eh-CHEHR-nee-ahl) . . . . messenger
ecounana (eh-koh-oo-NAH-nah) . . . . fell; past tense of ecouna
(eh-koh-OO-nah), to fall
ha (AY-hah) . . . . song
ehr (ehr) . . . . yet/even so
ela(i) (eh-LAH) . . . . silence
elo (EH-loh) . . . . you (plural)
eltan (EHL-tahn) . . . . green
em- (ehm) . . . . (possessive prefix); em-as (she) : her
embrad la (ehm-brah-DAY-lah) . . . . will understand; future tense of
embrad (ehm-BRAH-day), to understand/comprehend
embraden (ehm-BRAH-dehn) . . . . understanding/knowledge
embr (EHM-bray) . . . . (to) know
emvertin (ehm-VEHR-teen) . . . . courage
encalbra (ehn-KAHL-brah) . . . . (to) cry out
encalbran(i) (ehn-KAHL-brahn) . . . . cry (n.)
eno (EH-noh) . . . . we
enta (EHN-tah) . . . . (to) be
entala (ehn-TAH-lah) . . . . will be; future tense of enta
entana (ehn-TAH-nah) . . . . was; past tense of enta
entasa (ehn-TAH-sah) . . . . had been; past perfect tense of enta
era (EH-rah) . . . . soon
erilin (EHR-ih-lihn) . . . . strange
erl (ehrl) . . . . in
rt(i) (ayrt) . . . . a tall, antelope-like species native to the lianti
of Velona; they are telepathic, possibly the most highly developed of the
native races, friends and sometime-companions of the Velonians
es (ehs) . . . . they (people)
esan (EH-sahn) . . . . dawn
etanahl(i) (eh-tah-NAHL) . . . . deepest love partner
ethachent(i) (eh-thah-CHEHNT) . . . . thing-of-danger
ethavavlorien(i) (eh-thah-vahv-LOHR-ee-ehn) . . . . thinking-thing
evara (eh-VAHR-ah) . . . . (to) strengthen (trans.)
evartin (eh-VAHR-tihn) . . . . strength
eviem (eh-VEE-ehm) . . . . quiet (adj.)
evlin(i) (ehv-LEEN) . . . . eye (n.)
ezas (EH-zahs) . . . . tree
felantena (feh-lahn-TEH-nah) . . . . tried; past tense of felanta
(feh-LAHN-tah), to try
fen(i) (fehn) . . . . star
fildanten (fihl-DAHN-tehn) . . . . cruiser
firin (FIH-rihn) . . . . hand (anatomy)
fola (FOHL-ah) . . . . (to) leave (trans.)
folav (FOHL-ahv) . . . . leaving; present participle of fola
halua (hah-L -ah) . . . . youth (quality or stage of life)
hana (HAH-nah) . . . . goodbye/farewell
h (hay) . . . . even (emphatic, as in "even though")
helosvan a (heh-lohs-vah-NAY-ah) . . . . ((to) perform memory work on; to
memory-maze
hesa (HEH-sah) . . . . (to) whisper
hezatha (heh-ZAH-thah) . . . . wind (that blows)
hil zan(i) (hih-LAY-zahn) . . . . flying-thing
hon (hohn) . . . . but
hund (h nd) . . . . of
icarti (ee-KAHR-tee) . . . . lonely
icras (ee-KRAHS) . . . . cruel
imai (ee-MAH-ee) . . . . (to) die
imail(i) (ee-MAH-eel) . . . . death
in (een) . . . . the
inesti (ih-NEHS-tee) . . . . haven (safe place)
innel (IH-nehl) . . . . body
ipolna (ih-POHL-nah) . . . . (to) return
irdan (EER-dahn) . . . . joy (n.)
irivas (ih-REE-vahs) . . . . alien (adj.)
ishav (ih-SHAHV) . . . . coming; present participle of isha (IH-shah), to
come
isvelan (ihs-VEH-lahn) . . . . life
iverni (ee-VEHR-nee) . . . . (to) live
ladiav (lah-DEE-ahv) . . . . stopping; present participle of ladia
(LAH-dee-ah), to stop (moving)
laestal (lah-ehs-TAHL) . . . . mind (brain)
lal (lahl) . . . . as
lam (lahm) . . . . name (n.)
l a (LAY-ah) . . . . far
l an(i) (LAY-ahn) . . . . path
leath(i) (LEH-ahth) . . . . . one of the five subraces of Velonians: the
plains runners
lecreva (leh-KREHV-ah) . . . . (instantaneous flight response)
ler (lehr) . . . . this
les (lehs) . . . . please (request)
letel (leh-TEHL) . . . . (to) say
levathila (leh-vah-THEEL-ah) . . . . will race; future tense of levathi
(leh-VAH-thee), to race
levet (LEH-veht) . . . . run (n.)
leveta (LEH-veh-tah) . . . . (to) run
levetav (leh-veh-TAHV) . . . . running; present participle of leveta
liant(i) (LEE-ahnt) . . . . field, plain
lias (LEE-ahs) . . . . light (energy)
limt (LIHM-tay) . . . . who
lishar (lee-SHAHR) . . . . Velonian Courser: a tall, powerful, dog-like
animal, resembling a streamlined Afghan hound, the "domestic" descendent
of the shorvai of Shev and the "ancestor" of the shorvai of Velona; they
are used for herd, guard, and hunting (rare) work. They are animals of the
liant, though there are strains which live in the voreni
lo (loh) . . . . you (singular)
lomlen(i) (LOHM-lehn) . . . . word
lon (lohn) . . . . for
lonta (LOHN-tah). . . . good
maav(i) (MAH-ahv) . . . . one of the five basic types or strains of the
Velonian race; maavi have unusually strong telepathic or empathic powers
and may appear among any of the other strains. This is the rarest type
Mar a (mah-RAY-ah) . . . . Haven; a condition entered by Velonians in
cases of extreme physical trauma. The pain receptors of the brain are shut
down so that the individual may continue to function normally (See
Appendix 4, The Velonian Culture)
melion (MEH-lee-ohn) . . . . dream (sleep)
m lon (may-LOHN) . . . . vision/dream
mena (MEH-nah) . . . . spirit
miria (MIH-ree-ah) . . . . (to) heal
miriafa (mih-ree-AH-fah) . . . . might heal; an "auxiliary tense" of miria
miriana (mih-ree-AH-nah) . . . . healed; past tense of miria
miriav (MIH-ree-ahv) . . . . healing; present participle of miria
mis (mihs) . . . . on
miteithil(i) (mih-teh-ih-THEEL) . . . . the otter-like creatures of Shev
from whom the Shevians and Velonians evolved
moravena (mohr-ah-VEH-nah) . . . . (to) hold
moravenana (mohr-ah-veh-NAH-nah) . . . . held; past tense of moravena
naefuru(i) (nah-eh-F -r ) . . . . ancient one
n a (NAY-ah) . . . . memory
n a compaltena (NAY-ah kohm-pahl-TEH-nah) . . . . to impress one's
memories or attitudes on another's mind (literally: to merge memory) (v.)
o (oh) . . . . and
oa (OH-ah) . . . . also
ola (OH-lah) . . . . all
olenan (oh-LEH-nahn) . . . . son
ombra (OHM-brah) . . . . dark (color)
ondona (ohn-DOH-nah) . . . . (to) have
orao (oh-RAH-oh) . . . . burden (n.)
orchesti (ohr-CHEHS-tee) . . . . a small Velonian wildflower; the blossoms
look rather like a blend of azalea and touch-me-not, and grow three at the
top of a 3-to-4-inch high stalk. Color ranges from pale yellow through
deep red-gold
ordan (OHR-dahn) . . . . down (direction)
orecrevinal (ohr-eh-kreh-vih-NAHL) . . . . hybrid (n.)
oreva (oh-REH-vah) . . . . planet
os (ohs) . . . . he
pantir (pahn-TEER) . . . . well/good
peri (PEH-ree) . . . . full
perilevath (peh-rih-LEH-vahth) . . . . stranger (n.)
prad (prahd) . . . . (expostulation - medium intensity)
radan (RAH-dahn) . . . . (to) arrive
rantenerala (rahn-teh-neh-RAH-lah) . . . . will experience; future tense
of rantenera (rahn-teh-NEH-rah), to experience
Ratha (RAH-thah) . . . . the unifying, creative essence of the Universe;
an encompassing principle rather than a personified "god"
r (ray) . . . . move
rebra (REH-brah) . . . . old
r i (RAY-ee) . . . . true
r in (RAY-een) . . . . truth
relav (REH-lahv) . . . . passing; present participle of rela (REH-lah), to
pass
rembal(i) (rehm-BAHL) . . . . need (n.)
rhadoni (rhah-DOH-nee) . . . . lost (adj.)
rudilan (r -DEE-lahn) . . . . a small Velonian arboreal animal, mildly
empathic; looks rather like a miniature fox with some attributes of both
cat and squirrel. Three color phases: gray, green, and russet, with cream
or white underbelly
saer (sah-EHR) . . . . I am (colloquial)
selant (SEH-lahnt) . . . . river
selechenen(i) (seh-leh-CHEH-nehn) . . . . the most recent strain of
Velonians, evolved after their arrival on Velona; they have returned to
life in the sea (literally: water-dancers)
selelevinal(i) (seh-leh-lehv-ih-NAHL) . . . . swimming- (or water-) thing
seranta (seh-RAHN-tah) . . . . (to) give
shalna (SHAHL-nah) . . . . (to) shine
shan (shahn) . . . . great
shar (shahr) . . . . fast
shatan (SHAH-tahn) . . . . mirror
shev (shehv) . . . . (1) peace (2) (mild expostulation)
shevendra(i) (sheh-VEHN-drah) . . . . place-of-peace
shorva (SHOHR-vah) . . . . a wild, dog-like predator, brought from Shev to
Velona; they are the ancestors/descendents of the Velonian Courser. They
look somewhat like a streamlined Afghan hound, and are extremely fast and
strong. A prime danger to wildlife and stock, and, in extreme
circumstances, to Velonians
shurin (SH -rihn) . . . . leg
silatom (sih-lah-TOHM) . . . . hair
simalza (sih-MAHL-zah) . . . . gentle (adj.)
su (soo) . . . . until
surtena (soor-TEH-nah) . . . . again
talaem(i) (tah-LAH-ehm) . . . . time
Talar a (tah-lah-RAY-ah) . . . . High Haven; a condition entered by
Velonians in cases of extreme mental, emotional, or psychic trauma. All
emotional reaction is shut down so that the individual may continue to
function. (See Appendix 4, The Velonian Culture)
talavenala (tah-lah-veh-NAH-lah) . . . . will become; future tense of
talavena (tah-lah-VEH-nah), to become
tamriel (tahm-ree-EHL) . . . . a white, three-petaled Velonian wildflower,
native to open forest and forest edge, similar to the Terran trillium
tana (TAH-nah) . . . . (to) see
tav (tahv) . . . . tie/bond/link (emotional)
Tavinel(i) (tahv-ih-NEHL) . . . . (literally: body-bound) a race which
still has physical bodies; usually refers to the Tiaeva Naefurui, of which
the Corr i Tom are the only Tavineli
tecun (TEH-k n) . . . . (strong expostulation)
telas (TEH-lahs) . . . . leaf
teldana (tehl-DAH-nah) . . . . . compassion
teldanin (tehl-DAH-nihn) . . . . compassionate
thol (thohl) . . . . more
tiaeva (tee-ah-EH-vah) . . . . relating-group
tobrin (TOH-brihn) . . . . back (anatomy)
todralana (toh-drah-LAH-nah) . . . . turned; past tense of todrala
(toh-DRAH-lah), to turn
tolbran (TOHL-brahn) . . . . shadow (n.)
tom (tohm) . . . . wind; specifically, the wind caused by physical motion,
rather than moving air
tomelas (tohm-EH-lahs) . . . . wind-sensing or wind-experience (n.);
perception of sound, smell, and feeling as carried or caused by wind, a
sensually heightened running experience of Velonians
tonin (TOH-neen) . . . . head (anatomy)
tosamira (toh-sah-MEER-ah) . . . . (to) find
tosamirana (toh-sah-meer-AH-nah) . . . . found; past tense of tosamira
tosha (TOH-shah) . . . . across
tuaevanos (t -ah-eh-VAHN-ohs) . . . . himself
tuas (T -ahs) . . . . same
tulhadan (t l-HAH-dahn) . . . . force (n.)
valan (VAH-lahn) . . . . thanks (n.)
valovi (vah-LOH-vee) . . . . weary (adj.)
vash (vahsh) . . . . swift
vavloran(i) (vahv-LOH-rahn) . . . . thought (n.)
v avan (vay-AH-vahn) . . . . will (n.)
velan (VEH-lahn) . . . . love (n.)
velantar (veh-lahn-TAHR) . . . . beloved (n.)
vel na (veh-LAY-nah) . . . . eternal
vesa (VEH-sah) . . . . light (color)
vili (VIH-lee) . . . . must (aux. v.)
voren(i) (VOH-rehn) . . . . forest, woods
vorl(i) (vohrl) . . . . one of the five Velonian subraces: the forest
dwellers
yloreni (y-lohr-EH-nee) . . . . free (adj.); ancient form of the word; now
ailorenin
zir (zihr) . . . . . (now-after-some-tragedy)
Appendix 3:
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NAME AND TERM GLOSSARY
(All personal names in this list are alphabetized under
the first name as the use-name, with the exception of Malon and Morel,
whose use-names are their Velonian rather than their Vulcan names.
Phonetic pronunciation is provided where necessary. Non-Velonian names are
approximated in Terran English phonetics; further explanation of Velonian
pronunciation is provided in Appendix 1 (The Velonian Language). For those
who notice a difference between some of these names and Velonian language
rules: the language was being developed (or discovered) as the Letters
were being written, and some of the names (such as Malon, Occelon, and
"lanel") were established in print in Alternate Universe Four before we
quite understood the rules. We've decided to stick with the known names
rather than "correcting" them and confusing everybody.)
<<RBW Note. This section using a hanging indent for the second and
following lines. I will not try to duplicate that.>> <<RBW is the
person who scanned and OCR'd this text so we could post it online. JL>>
Abraln (ah-BRAHLN) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.),
Delipth, member of the Security Council, in charge of Indel Activities
Action Agents . . . . the smallest and most highly-trained group in LF,
with the exception of the Command Officers (some of whom are also
qualified Action Agents). They are the most directly involved with
espionage, intervention, and manipulation, and are assigned as need (and
the agent's abilities) dictate, usually in crisis situations. Action
Agents are ranked according to skill and mission success
Aevafen (ah-EH-vah-fehn) . . . . LF Cruiser, specializing in espionage
missions; captained by Chan
Albintra (al-BIHN-truh) . . . . the planet where Malon spent her entire
childhood. Inhabited by a wise, gentle race with non-sentient juveniles
who grow up in unsupervised compounds
Al zha (ah-LAY-zhah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Delipth, Chief of
Psychological Analysis (Diagnostics), LFC Occelon
Alianti (ah-lee-AHN-tee) . . . . LF Courier Ship
Aliashan (ah-LEE-ah-shahn) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Vorl, recently
(after D den's death) appointed Chief Medical Officer, LFC Shar da;
etanahl of Ulisa
Anvysos (an-VY-sohs) . . . . a race of lion-like, telepathic beings,
recent allies of LF
Asturan (ah-ST -rahn) . . . . LF general purpose Cruiser; captained by
Lemeron
Avas (AH-vahs) . . . . (Avas 4) a beautiful, pastoral planet, home to the
deer-like Avasans; partially devastated by the neighboring Entasans until
LF intervened
Avasan (AH-vah-sahn) . . . . a peaceful, telepathic deer-like race native
to Avas 4. Obar lived among them for 15 of the 58 years he was missing
Avelanden (ah-veh-LAHN-dehn) . . . . LF Security Ship
Avila (ah-VEE-lah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Delipth, Captain of
the Hil zan
Ayelbourne . . . . Senior of the Larebrani, called by Terrans the
Organians (ref. ST, "Errand of Mercy"), the most powerful race of the
Council of Ancients
Baaneun (bah-AHN-ee-un) . . . . an aggressive, invidious race of powerful
telepaths, masters of most of their galaxy in a parallel universe and
intent on conquering this one
B a Litel (BAY-ah lee-TEHL) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Maav/Vorl,
member of the Security Council, in charge of Ships of the Fleets. Sister
to Thia Chenen; the first person to take on lanel energy, and former High
Captain of the Cruiser Fleet
Bila (BEE-lah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Delipth, LFC Shar da
Cailein (kah-ee-LEH-een) . . . . lanel Velonian (f.), Vorl, LFC Comscin
Central Control Building . . . . main administrative headquarters of LF in
Indel City
Center for Officers of Command (COC) . . . . a building on Indel supplying
private apartments for all officers of Command rank
Chan (chahn) . . . . lanel Velonian (f.), Vorl, Captain of the Aevafen
Charisma . . . . Malon's private space-yacht (the largest type of private
craft in LF), capable of Warp 35 in emergencies, with energy hull, total
invisibility, and inertia shields, luxuriously decorated; designed and
largely built by Malon herself
Chelacrev (CHEH-lah-krehv) . . . . Lanel Birth or Creation: the creation
of a new being from surplus energy in the Lanel Parent's body. (See
Alternate Universe 4, vol. 2 for more detailed information)
Chench n (chehn-CHAYN) . . . . Thia Chenen's private space skeeter (the
medium size of LF private craft)
Chevelanti (cheh-veh-LAHN-tee) . . . . . the most distant arm or section
of the Ancient Shevian Empire (ref. AU4, vol. 2)
Children of Wind . . . . English translation of Corr i Tom, the Velonians'
name for themselves
Chira (CHIH-rah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Maav/Leath, LFC Comscin
Chysladi (chys-LAH-dee) . . . . an arm or section of the Ancient Shevian
Empire, the first devastated by the Enemy (ref. AU4, vol. 2)
Class levels see Code levels
Command Officers . . . . those bearing Command status: Cruiser Captains,
Commanders, and Executive Officers, Security and Time Fleet Captains, Base
Commanders, and a very few other special officers
Code 9 . . . . priority order for escape by apparent suicide
Code levels . . . . security designations (not to be confused with order
codes such as "Code 9"). There are six Security Code levels: Code (or
Class) I is the Council; II is the Cruiser Captains and Commanders; III is
Cruiser Executive Officers, Security Ship Captains, Base Commanders, and a
select group of special officials and Action Agents; IV is all officers in
the Lieutenant and Lt. Commander categories, including department heads on
ships and bases, most Action Agents, and a large percentage of Field
Agents; V is the rest of LF personnel (there is little difference between
IV and V); VI is all personnel not yet assigned to a field or duty
(cadets). Level VI is the only group which cannot be told information
assigned to a different level, regardless of the judgment of the
Councillor or Command Officer
Command Council see Council
Comscin (KOHM-sihn) . . . . LF Cruiser, science specialty; captained by R
Council (High Council, Command Council, Security Council) . . . . .
governing team of LF, consisting of six Councillors
Council of Ancients (Velonian: Tiaeva Naefurui) . . . . a council formed
by several of the ancient races for guidance of the new space-going races.
These ancient races all possess great mental/telepathic powers and are
divided into two categories: the Diestali, or beings of pure mentality,
and the Tavineli, which still possess physical bodies. The Corr i Tom are
the only race of Tavineli on the Council, and the only one which actively
concerns itself with galactic politics. The Council races have very
different natures and goals, and rarely interact; the Council is summoned
only in matters of extreme crisis with possible galaxy-wide consequences
Councillor . . . . a member of the Security Council
Courier Ships . . . . LF ships designed for great speed and limited cargo
space; used primarily for the transportation of Action Agents
Courser . . . . (Velonian: lishar) a tall, powerful, dog-like animal
resembling a streamlined Afghan hound, the "domestic" descendent of the
shorva of Shev and the "ancestor" of the shorva of Velona; they are used
for herd, guard, and (rarely) hunting work. They are essentially animals
of the lianti, though there are varieties which live in the voreni
Crirash (KRIH-rahsh) . . . . the Velonian name for the parallel "Mirror,
Mirror" universe, from their word for "violent"
Cruisers . . . . the largest and most powerful ships in LF, the twelve
crescent-shaped Cruisers are staffed with the best of LF personnel and
undertake the most serious and difficult missions. Crew complement is 210,
always captained by lanel or lanelized Velonians. High Captain of the
Cruiser Fleet was Zhen Lon an, now Thia Chenen
Daavid O'Brian (DAH-vihd) . . . . Terran (m.), Chief Engineer, LFC Shar da
D den Inser (DAY-dehn IHN-sehr) . . . . Lanelized Velonian (m.), Leath,
Chief Medical Officer, LFC Shar da
Dian Brenthal (DEE-uhn BREHN-thahl) . . . . Terran (m.), of Irish
extraction, born and bred in LF. Executive Officer of the LFC Occelon, he
is a first-rate surgeon and more of an Action Agent than either of his
superior officers
Dilaia (dih-lah-EE-ah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Delipth, LFC Orial
Dival Raithan (dih-VAHL rah-ee-THAHN) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.),
Vorl, Captain of the LF Medical Cruiser Occelon. Sensitive, with very high
telepathic/empathic abilities, his specialties are alien psychology,
teletherapy, and empathic diagnostics
Dolentan (doh-LEHN-tahn) . . . . the planet of Shatan hund R in, located
in the outer reaches of Federation space
Dor (DOH-ray) . . . . the name of the current dimaav, most powerful of
the maavi and the most respected individual among the Velonian people. He
is a direct lanel descendent of the dimaav who ended the Great War (ref.
AU4, vol. 2) and retains both direct memory of Shev and the ancient powers
of his race. Nominally has authority over the entire Fleet but rarely
exercises it
Durn a (d r-NAY-ah) . . . . LF Cruiser, flagship of the Cruiser Fleet,
captained by Zhen Lon an
Echernial (eh-CHEHR-nee-ahl) . . . . LF Courier Ship
Edar (eh-DAHR) . . . . lanel Velonian (f.), Vorl, lanel daughter of Thia
Chenen; cadet on Indel
Elai Eltan (eh-LAH-ee EHL-tahn) . . . . (English: The Green Silences)
Dival's homeland, in the Voreni Shev on Velona
Elar (EH-lahr) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Vorl, LFC Shar da
Elia (eh-LEE-ah) . . . . lanel Velonian (f.), Vorl, lanel daughter of Thia
Chenen; lives at L a Melion
Elkoric (ehl-KOR-ihk) . . . . Klingon (m.), Supreme Lord of the Military;
powerful, ruthless, and virtually insane, he was the driving force behind
the Klingon/Federation War. Assassinated by Malon (ref. AU4, vol. 2)
Encaran (ehn-KAHR-uhn) . . . . a four-limbed, bipedal reptilian race, they
are very agile and dexterous, often also apt at
mathematics, music, and dance. Their scaled skin has a wide variety of
basic colors, always overlaid with a metallic gold or bronze sheen--very
beautiful. They have in the past been hunted for their skins and so are
very capable warriors
Encoti Time Base (ehn-KOH-tee) . . . . headquarters of LF's Time Fleet and
Time Traveller Program. It is a self-contained, high-security Code II
establishment, located in Romulan space under total shielding
Entasans (ehn-TAHS-sahn) . . . . a young, aggressive race, native to Avas
7; recently discovered space travel and nearly decimated the Avasans and
devastated Avas 4 before LF intervened
Eratiahh (eh-RAH-tee-ah) . . . . the entity/"planet" from which the "ore"
which supplies lanel energy is derived
Esan Voren (EH-sahn VOH-rehn) . . . . (English: the Forest of Dawn) the
area of Velona where L a Melion (Thia's homeland) and L ani Eviem (Chan's)
are located
Falk (fahlk) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Leath, Executive Officer,
LFC Shar da; computer expert
Farinian (fah-RIH-nee-ahn) . . . . LF Cruiser, specializing in Deep Space
Exploration; captained by N ran Lansenahl
Fezgro (FEHZ-grow) . . . . flagship of the Baaneun fleet, first contacted
by LFC Shar da
Field Agents . . . . Field Agents are those established within non-LF
cultures on a long-term basis. Their work ranges from occasional
transmission of information to active manipulation, again on a long-term
basis (crisis situations are usually handled by Action Agents)
Fonder (fohn-DEHR) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Maav/Vorl, member of
the Security Council, in charge of Personnel
Gagarin (gah-GAHR-in) . . . . an idyllic "garden" planet with a Starbase,
frequently used as an R & R stop by Starfleet ships. Located on the edge
of Federation/Klingon space, it was the scene of the last battle in the
Federation/Klingon War (ref. AU4, vol. 2)
Gogleona (gog-lee-OWN-uh) . . . . Terran (m.), former LF Field Agent who
recruited James Kirk into LF (ref. AU4, vol. 1); now special agent
Goraish (GOR-ysh; Velonians usually pronounce it goh-RAH-ihsh) . . . .
home planet of the Gorns
Haven . . . . (Velonian: Mar a) a condition entered by Velonians in cases
of extreme physical trauma. The pain receptors of the brain are shut down
so that the individual may continue to function normally. (See Appendix 4:
The Velonian Culture)
Hezatha (heh-ZAH-thah) . . . . LF Cruiser, specializing in espionage
missions and possessing special warp speed capacity; captained by Rodan
High Council see Council
High Haven . . . . (Velonian: Talar a) a condition entered by Velonians in
cases of extreme mental, emotional, or psychic trauma. All emotional
reaction is shut down so that the individual may continue to function.
(See Appendix 4: The Velonian Culture)
Hil Mien (hihl MEE-ehn) . . . . lanel Velonian (m.), Delipth, Chief
Engineer and fourth in command of the Comscin
High Velonian . . . . ancient form of the Velonian language
Hil zan (hih-LAY-zahn) . . . . LF general purpose Cruiser; captained by
Avila
Horzellon (hore-ZELL-uhn) . . . a drug which opens and stimulates the mind
to great brilliance. It is also instantly and unalterably addictive and
can be made only from substances found in living sentient brains; banned
throughout the galaxy. (ref. AU4, vol. 2)
Indel (IHN-dehl) . . . . headquarters of LF, where training, central
command, production, research, and ships are based and located. Indel is
the name of both the planet and the central city. Also referred to as Base
Indel
invisilence . . . . the art of moving silently and unnoticed, a specialty
of Thia Chenen
Iscala (ihs-KAHL-ah) . . . . Velonian (m.), Leath, psychologist on Base
Indel
Jean-Paul LaParon (zhohn-pol lah-pahr-ONH) . . . . Terran (m.), French,
Executive Officer, LFC Durn a
Jeffrey Donald . . . . Terran (m.), Chief Medical Officer and Ship's
Psychologist, LFC Comscin
Kahar (KAY-hahr) . . . . Klingon (m.), Imperial Prince, a brilliant
scientist and leader of the moderate faction; his death opened the way for
Korenkar's seizure of power and the Federation/Klingon War
Kamar (KAY-mahr) . . . . elderly Klingon Emperor; died after the
Federation/Klingon War, naming his daughter Malvara as his successor
Kelbarren (kehl-BAHR-ehn) . . . . Klingon (m.), Imperial Prince, exiled by
Kamar for his outspoken opinions and recalled by his sister, the Empress
Malvara
Kestavan (kehs-TAHV-uhn) . . . . Klingon (m.), Chief of Laboratory
Research, LFC Occelon; married to Lehandra
Keveri (keh-VEH-ree) . . . . Klingon battleship of the new heavy class
developed for the Federation/Klingon War. Under Kerova, attacked
Federation base on Gagarin after cessation of hostilities; captured by
Federation after failure of attack. (ref. AU4, vol. 2)
Kiro (KIHR-owe) . . . . Klingon(m.), Commander, LFC Aevafen, Class I
Action Agent; good friend and frequent mission partner of Malon
Kolfarin (kole-FAHR-ihn) . . . . Klingon (m.), Imperial Prince, supporter
of his sister Malvara's moderate policies
Korenkar (KORE-ehn-kahr) . . . . Klingon (m.), Imperial Prince. Cruel,
aggressive, militaristic, leader of the war faction, and addicted to
Horzellon. Responsible (with Elkoric) for the Federation/Klingon War.
Assassinated by Malon. (ref. AU4, vol. 2)
Koreskavek (kore-ehs-KAH-vehk) . . . . a Klingon Imperial Directive which
cannot be disobeyed without opposing the Empire itself; resistance is
equivalent to treason
LFC . . . . Light Fleet Cruiser
Laele (lah-EHL-eh) . . . . Velonian name for the race known to the
Federation as the Metrons (ref. ST, "Arena"), members of the Council of
Ancients
lanel energy (LAY-nehl) . . . . an extremely potent energy which powers
almost all LF devices; in a special refined form, it can also be
metabolized by some Velonians, giving them some of the powers of their
Shevian ancestors. (See Appendix 5: Lanel Power)
Larebrani (lah-reh-BRAHN-ee) . . . . Velonian name for the race also known
as Organians (ref. ST, "Errand of Mercy"), the most powerful of the
Diestali - the pure mentalities - on the Council of Ancients. They have
little interest in LF affairs but will take action if convinced of its
necessity
L a Melion (LAY-ah MEH-lee-ohn) . . . . (English: Far Dream) Thia's
homeland in the Esan Voren of Velona
L ani Eviem (lay-AH-nee eh-VEE-ehm) . . . . (English: Quiet Paths) Chan's
homeland in the Esan Voren of Velona; adjoins L a Melion
Lehandra (leh-HAHN-druh) . . . . Klingon (f.), Chief Engineer, LFC
Occelon; married to Kestavan
Lemeron (LEH-meh-rohn) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Maav/Leath,
Captain of the LFC Asturan
Liant hund Chantel (lee-AHNT h nd chahn-TEHL) . . . . . (English: the
Field of the Sky) the homeland of D den Inser, northeast of Tranastadal on
Velona
Malon (T'Ares Malon) (may-LAHN; TAH-rees) . . . . Vulcan/Human (f.),
Commander, LFC Comscin; Class I Action Agent, brilliant physicist. Etanahl
of Morel; one child, Reladan (m.). (The Velonian spelling of her name is
M lan; from "m lon" vision/dream)
Malvara (mal-VAH-ruh) . . . . . Klingon (f.), Imperial Princess and leader
of the moderate faction. Named Empress after Emperor Kamar's death
Mathfori (mahth-FOHR-ee) . . . . LF general purpose Cruiser, captained by
Taheva
medicom . . . . LF jargon for medical computer
Mespa (MEHS-pah) . . . . Encaran (m.), Chief Transporter Officer, LFC
Occelon
Morel (Staav Morel) (MOHR-ehl; stahv) . . . . Vulcan (m.), Commander, LFC
Occelon, brilliant neurosurgeon. He has rejected the Vulcan way and his
thoughts and behavior are more Velonian or Terran, often startling those
who don't know him. Etanahl of Malon; one child, Reladan (m.)
Murian (M R-ee-ahn) . . . . LF Security Ship
Nalia (NAH-lee-ah) . . . . Velonian (f.), Vorl, etanahl of Zhen Lon an
N ran Lansenahl (NAY-rahn LAHN-seh-nahl) . . . . . lanelized Velonian
(m.), Delipth, Captain of the LFC Farinian
Obar Rium (OH-bahr REE- m) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Vorl; was
Commander of Mathfori under B a Litel, Class I Action Agent, etanahl of
Thia Chenen. Lost while on Action mission in Klingon space and mission for
58 years; recently rescued by Malon. Now Executive Officer, LFC Shar da
Occelon (oh-SEHL-ohn) . . . . LF Medical Cruiser, captained by Dival
Raithan
Oleashan (oh-leh-AH-shahn) . . . . . Larebrani (f.)
Olian (OH-lee-ahn) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Vorl, LFC Comscin
orchesti (ohr-CHEHS-tee) . . . . a small Velonian wildflower; the blossoms
look rather like a blend of azalea and touch-me-not, and grow three at the
top of a 3-to-4-inch high stalk. Color ranges from pale yellow through
deep red-gold
Orda Cantion III (ORE-duh KAN-tee-on) . . . . Federation planet
Organia . . . . home planet of the Larebrani, or Organians, located on the
Federation/Klingon border (ref. ST, "Errand of Mercy")
Orial (ohr-ee-AHL) . . . . LF Cruiser, special half-size design; the only
Cruiser capable of atmospheric flight; captained by Zhatu
Orrol (ohr-OHL) . . . . Dival's pet rudilan; russet color phase
Othirim (oh-THEER-ihm) . . . . Federation planet
Ovlen (OHV-lehn) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Leath, LFC Shar da
Ragra (RAG-ruh) . . . . Kzin (m.), Communications Officer, LFC Occelon
Ran Carthur (RAHN KAHR-th r) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Leath,
Executive Officer, LFC Comscin
Raveir (rah-veh-EER) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Leath, LFC Comscin
R Via (RAY VEE-ah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Maav/Leath, Captain
of the LFC Comscin
Reladan (reh-LAH-dahn) . . . . Vulcan/Human (m.), son of Malon and Morel.
Almost Velonian in upbringing and personality
Relava (reh-LAH-vah) . . . . lanel Velonian (m.), Maav/Vorl, LFC Durn a
Relia (REH-lee-ah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Leath, LFC Orial
Rendren (REHN-druhn) . . . . Federation planet
Rodarin (roh-DAHR-ihn) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Delipth,
psychologist on the LFC Durn a
Roia (ROH-ee-ah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Leath, LFC Comscin
rudilan (r -DEE-lahn) . . . . a small Velonian arboreal animal, mildly
empathic; looks rather like a miniature fox with some attributes of both
cat and squirrel. There are three color phases: gray, green, and russet,
with cream or white underbelly
Security Council see Council
Security Ships . . . . the workhorses of LF, Security Ships follow the
Cruiser design but are about 2/3 the size. The Security Fleet (largest of
the sub-fleets) handles the routine patrolling,
research, transport, and charting activities of LF. All Cruiser Command
Officers must have served as a Security Ship captain.
Shabas (SHAY-bates) . . . . home planet and administrative center of the
Klingon Empire
Shar da (shah-RAY-dah) . . . . LF general purpose Cruiser, now flagship of
the Cruiser Fleet, captained by Thia Chenen
Sharna Colbon (SHAHR-nah COHL-bohn) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.),
Leath, former captain of the LFC Comscin (resigned when she became Dor 's
etanahl); Class I Action Agent, good friend of Malon and Thia
Sharnaan Rivili (shahr-NAH-ahn RIH-vih-lee) . . . . lanel Velonian (f.),
Leath, Commander, LFC Orial; Sharna Colbon's first lanel child
Shasturi (shahs-T -ree) . . . . the central body of the Ancient Shevian
Empire
Shatan hund R in (shah-TAHN h nd RAY-een) . . . . (literally: Mirror of
Truth) an Ancient Shevian guard computer, located on Dolentan
Shev (shehv) . . . . the original home of the Shevian/Velonian race,
destroyed by them in ending the Great War (ref. AU4, vol. 2). It is still
central to Velonian thought, and a token effort to find its location still
exists in LF
Sholas (SHOW-lahs) . . . . Klingon planet
shorva (SHOHR-vah) . . . . a wild, dog-like predator, brought from Shev to
Velona; they are the ancestors/descendents of the Velonian Courser, or
lishar. They look somewhat like a streamlined Afghan hound, and are
extremely fast and strong; a prime danger to wildlife and stock, and, in
extreme circumstances, to Velonians
Shuran (SH R-ahn) . . . . Velonian (m.), Delipth, computronist, LFC
Durn a
Simalza (sih-MAHL-zah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Vorl, LFC Occelon
Slaton (SLAY-tuhn) . . . . Vulcan (m.), Communications Officer, LFC
Shar da
Stefan Lodri (STEH-fun LOW-dree) . . . . Terran, from the Rocan colony
(m.), Chief of Medical Diagnostics, LFC Occelon
subcom . . . . LF jargon for "subcutaneous communicator"--actually a
misnomer since they are now implanted in the jawbone. Subcoms allow any LF
member instant communication with the Fleet. Besides the official Fleet
and individual frequencies, people may set up private ones as well
Taena Cristen (tah-EH-nah KRIHS-tehn) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.),
Vorl, Commander, LFC Shar da
Telas (TEH-lahs) . . . . James Kirk's Velonian name, meaning "leaf"
Teldanan (tehl-DAHN-ahn) . . . . McCoy's Velonian name; from the Velonian
"teldana," compassion
Tenir (teh-NEER) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Maav/Leath, High
Councillor of LF Command Council, with authority over the Council and all
of LF. He has also been High Captain of the Cruiser Fleet, Councillor of
Ships of the Fleet, and a Class I Action Agent
Terigren (TEHR-ih-grehn) . . . . administrative headquarters planet of the
United Federation of Planets and seat of the Federation Council
Teron (TEHR-ohn) . . . . Velonian (m.), Delipth, Scanner Officer, LFC
Occelon
Tevelanin (teh-veh-LAH-nihn) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Maav Leath,
LFC Orial
Tha (thah) . . . . the sun of Velona
Thelin . . . . Andorian (m.), First Officer of the Enterprise
Thia (Dolitha) Chenen (THEE-ah ((doh-LEE-thah)) CHEH-nehn) . . . .
lanelized Velonian (f.), Vorl, Captain of the LFC Shar da and now High
Captain of the Cruiser Fleet. Class I Action Agent, specialist in Klingon
history and politics, invisilence expert. Sister to B a Litel. Etanahl of
Obar Rium
Tianea (tee-ah-NEH-ah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Vorl, LFC Durn a
Tirachas (tihr-AHCH-ahs) . . . . the Forbidden Zone, at the far edge of
the Chysladi arm of the Ancient Shevian Empire, from which came the Enemy
that destroyed it (ref. AU4, vol. 2)
T'Mir (T'MEER) . . . . Vulcan (f.), LFC Shar da; head of the Contact Team
sent to the Baaneuns
Tom Esan (tohm EH-sahn) . . . . LF Security Ship
torsponder . . . . an alien device with a powerful and destructive field
effect, recovered by Klingons for research purposes. It was the accidental
detonation of this device which killed Imperial Prince Kahar and opened
the way for Korenkar's assumption of power and the Klingon/Federation War
Tranastadal (trah-NAHS-tah-dahl) . . . . the only large city on Velona
(still rather small), home of the dimaav and consequently the center of
Velonian "government." The city is very beautiful, built of Shevian blue
crystal, and filled with trees and art
T'Roulan (t'R -lahn) . . . . Vulcan (f.), Commander, LFC Durn a
Ukrali (yoo-KRAH-lee) . . . . Federation planet
Ulisa ( -LEE-sah) . . . . lanelized Velonian (f.), Vorl, LFC Shar da;
etanahl of Aliashan
Vala (VAH-lah) . . . . Velonian (f.), Vorl, Thia's newest grand-daughter
Vegladar 7 (VEHG-luh-dahr) . . . . planet in Federation space, scene of an
Action mission by Thia and Malon
Velona (veh-LOH-nah) . . . . a beautiful, pastoral planet, home to the
Velonian race since the destruction of Shev and the end of the Long Search
Veltan (VEHL-tahn) . . . . Velt (m.), Defense/Shields expert, LFC Occelon
Vonair (voh-NAH-ihr) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Leath, Status
Officer, LFC Comscin
Wing Commander . . . . title of a Commander (second-in-command) on a
Cruiser
Voreni Shev (voh-REHN-ee shehv) . . . . (English: The Forests of Peace)
the area of Velona where Elai Eltan, Dival's homeland, is located
xenopath . . . . an extremely sensitive telepath, who can send and receive
impressions over interstellar distances. Velonian xenopaths spend most of
their lives probing deep space and making contacts; their work and their
welfare is supervised by the dimaav
Yelen (YELL-ehn) . . . . Baaneun (m.), captain of the Fezgro
Zhen Lon an (zhehn loh-NAY-ahn) . . . . lanelized Velonian (m.), Vorl,
Captain of the LFC Durn a, High Captain of the Cruiser Fleet
Appendix 4:
(Q)
THE VELONIAN CULTURE
I can't begin here to fully describe all the things we know about the
Velonian culture, but a thumbnail sketch of the aspects that play a part
in Echerni will be helpful.
They are, first, divided culturally and physically into five rough
subraces: the leathi, who are nomadic and who live on the great plains,
and who are the fastest runners; the vorli, who are not nomadic but settle
in permanent homes in the forests; the delipthi, the mountain people; the
selecheneni (naiads), who originate from any strain but who have a unique
and largely separate culture in the seas and great lakes and who are as
powerful swimmers as their land-cousins are runners; and the maavi, who
are again from any strain but who are vastly more powerful telepaths and
are looked to as sources of wisdom and guidance. The greatest maav on the
planet is Dor (the dimaav, sometimes translated inaccurately as the
"Prince"), who is descended through a direct line of Chelacrevs from the
dimaav of late Shevian times. He is the most powerful Velonian telepath
living, and the closest thing to an authority figure on Velona; he is,
essentially, Shevian.
The Velonians evolved on the planet Shev, in a region of the Galaxy
presently without suns or life-bearing planets. They were never a
technologically innovative people, putting their creative energy more into
social welfare and the fine arts. When they were discovered by exploration
ships from neighboring star systems they were already sophisticated in
psychology, philosophy, and the natural sciences, and they embraced the
idea of space travel and alien contacts and moved out readily among the
stars. They were telepaths, and skilled in diplomacy, and their influence
dominated the developing galaxy to the point where it was referred to as
the Shevian "Empire." At its height the Empire knew peace and unity, and
the incredibly sophisticated technology made possible by the willing
scientific collaboration of thousands of planets. The Shevians themselves,
on their home planet, lived much as they had always lived, but they
developed the powers of their minds until they were on easy, trusting
terms with races like the Organians and the Metrons.
When the invasion came (see AU4, vol. 2, pp. 22-23), the Shevians were
forced to destroy their own sun, leave the desolated space that had been
their Empire, and search for a new home. They found it on Velona, a planet
very similar to Shev, in virgin space where they could live much as they
had lived before--minus the vast and stimulating Empire that had been
(they believe) the greatest achievement of their race. At the time of the
Alternate Universe IV stories they have lived on Velona for nearly 12,000
years. During that time they have steadily declined in numbers and in
telepathic powers.
The Velonians continue to live close to nature. They are a
people of leather, hand-woven cloth, carved wood and (considering their
knowledge of such things) astonishingly few complex machines--medical
equipment and communicators being the notable exceptions. Aircraft are
rare--Velonians travel mostly by foot. They are friends with a few other
telepathic species on the planet, like the chervasi (the milk herds,
rather like deer), and the tall, companionable rti. In some ways the
Velonians are not unlike rti; they evolved as largely vegetarian beings
who relied on running to elude their enemies. They still have an
adrenalin-triggered flight reflex known as lecreva, which can send them up
trees or bulkheads or half-way down the length of a ship in the space of a
second. When cornered, incidentally, Velonians fight almost exclusively
with their legs and feet, and it is no minor matter to be kicked by one.
They also have a panic reflex to having their legs hindered in any way,
either by marshy ground or by ropes, that can transcend reason and result
in violent struggle and general freak-out. This "wildness" in the
Velonians is important when considering both their home culture and their
involvement in Lightfleet.
They live in large, extended, collectively run families called chylani
which can number from twenty to two hundred people, and which tend areas
of land large enough to support their number; thus a visit (by foot, of
course) to a neighboring chylan may take several days even at Velonian
speeds. They believe in honesty and fair dealings between people, in
mutual support and self-development, generosity and kindness. They are
still telepathic but use it mostly on an empathic level. The activities of
their daily lives--childcare, tending of land, maintenance of trails,
observation and protection of chervasi herds, relationships between
individuals, dance, running, music, thought, festivals--take up all their
time; they are not usually involved with Lightfleet or its activities
beyond a casual interest on a newsy level. They are, in fact,
isolationists, partly as a result of their land-love and the priority that
takes in their lives, and partly due to their long-term demoralization
after the loss of Shev and the Empire.
Those of them who are not isolationists, or who want to see the galaxy, go
to Indel. Lightfleet is often a difficult environment for them, with its
roughly military structure, its stress and the size and rapid pace of its
main city. Velonians give up their emotional freedom reluctantly; personal
relationships are their primary focus and this must often be changed; and
distance from natural settings--such as on a spaceship--creates tension
and anxiety that is serious and irrepressible. Velonians repress feelings
rather poorly as a rule; they have structured their Fleet to allow
expression as much as possible, but very few Velonians remain in
Lightfleet for any length of time. Those who do have mastered the arts of
seeing space as a natural environment, of achieving peace within
themselves in times of adversity, of living--by Velonian
standards--relatively alone and self-sufficient. Lanel Velonians come from
these few (see the Treatise on Lanel Energy, Appendix 5).
It is in some ways an anomaly that the Velonians created Lightfleet in the
first place, not liking it much. It is their attempt to facilitate peace
in a galaxy lacking the guidance of older corporeal races--the races that
died in the Shevian Holocaust. Somewhat as one adult might try to guide
the growth of a thousand children, the Velonians can't control the new
generation, but can only try to stave off the worst disasters and permit
the growth that will eventually permit galactic peace and friendship.
Lightfleet was in fact formed under the guidance of the Council of
Ancients, a group of beings who assembled some 6,000 years ago when they
recognized the need of the new space-going races for assistance. The
Council of Ancients includes the Organians (Larebrani), the Metrons
(Laele), and several others; they are available for help and advice at
need, but for the most part, they stay well away from Lightfleet's
activities.
Several of the Letters refer to a psychological mechanism in Velonians
which in English is called Haven (Velonian: Mar a) and which requires
special explanation. It is a temporary numbing of bodily pain--a kind of
protection against extreme trauma which in their ancient past served to
keep them running strongly when wounded by beasts of prey. There is also
High Haven (Velonian: Talar a), which is the emotional equivalent. Poor at
repressing their feelings, they can nevertheless put them on hold for a
while, and achieve a sort of detached calm that will carry them through an
emergency in a super-efficient--albeit emotionally blank--state. Haven and
High Haven happen automatically, instinctively, as a reaction to trauma
coupled with danger. Once the danger has passed, Haven soon vanishes as
well, and the Velonian then experiences the pain fully. Haven and High
Haven can sometimes linger, and this is dangerous; it leads eventually to
neural failure and death. Thus while Haven and High Haven can work greatly
to a Velonian's advantage, it is a delicate time, a time for close friends
to stay near and be patient, both with the temporary detachment and the
ensuing flood of feeling.
Appendix 5:
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A SHORT TREATISE ON LANEL POWER
There is an entity the size and shape and roughly the consistency of a
small planet, which the Velonians call Eratiahh. Its living essence is the
stone of its world, which even when removed in chunks retains the power
and the awareness of Eratiahh. This "ore" constantly radiates an intensely
potent energy, which the Velonians learned to tap. With Eratiahh's
permission, this energy is now used to power almost every Lightfleet
device. (Wherever there is ore, Eratiahh's awareness follows and for this
reason the use of the ore throughout Lightfleet's range of operations is
mutually beneficial; Eratiahh is a curious entity, and enjoys the travel.)
The energy that the ore radiates, which on some level might be called the
by-product of Eratiahh's thought processes, is called "lanel." In its raw
form it is dangerous to other life forms and must be shielded. In its
refined form it can be used, with no inefficiency such as heat or light,
to power almost every Lightfleet device, from subcoms to Cruisers (the
latter of which can be operated, at full power and inexhaustibly, on a chunk of ore the size of an orange crate). In a
further refined state, still retaining the unique "organic" nature of its
origin entity, it can be absorbed into certain Velonians' bodies and merge
with their own body chemistry to greatly enhance their physical and
psychological powers. This is, on a physical level, something like a
telepathic meld: energy from one entity bonding smoothly with that of
another (though there is, in this case, no actual mental or telepathic
awareness between the two).
The Velonians who are capable of absorbing lanel energy are invariably
those whose telepathic abilities are already strong, and whose body
chemistry is comparable to that of the ancient Velonians of Shev. With
lanel energy, these individuals can fulfill their latent potential and
achieve some of the powers of their ancestors, which include the
following:
1. Enhanced telepathy--increased strength, sensitivity, and range
2. Telekinesis--not a normal Velonian ability, and very limited even with
lengthy lanel experience
3. Self-transporting--or "flying," the ability to convert their bodies to
energy, hold that energy together while traveling, and re-form. This one
takes a lot of energy and is rather risky.
4. Chelacrev--the formation of a whole new Velonian being by the power of
the mind (see AU4, vol. 2, esp. pp.121-125)
5. Increased physical and mental stamina--they can go days without sleep
(they grumble, however), they can run like the wind, and they can keep
thinking clearly when their associates have puddled out through sheer
exhaustion
6. Apparent cessation of the aging process--none of them has aged. Most of
the lanel Velonians in Echerni are in their middle 100's.
There are also disadvantages to having lanel-enhanced power. Adjustment to
lanelization needs training, and the heightened telepathy/empathy can be
particularly difficult for the more sensitive to adjust to. There is also
the strong temptation to tap one's vast energy reserves in times of
crisis, but if the Velonian uses too much energy at one time (as in
Chelacrev or difficult "flights") the energy can be used up. The Velonian
will then become weak, and can, being accustomed to the energy and
dependent on it, even die if essential body functions fail. To a certain
point of energy depletion, Velonians can rebuild their own strength, but
below that point they require outside help: a source of specially-refined
organic lanel energy, and the people and equipment to help them absorb it.
(The energy in their lanel phaser, for example, will not do.) The critical
cut-off point between recovering and not recovering on their own is about
20 nodes, and death occurs at about 10 nodes (lanel energy is measured in
nodes, and lanelized Velonians carry around 100). Also, lanel energy is
detectable by Federation-level scanners, which makes a lanel Velonian a
relatively poor-risk undercover agent in certain localities; they "glow"
on med-scanner screens.
All of the Lightships' captains are lanelized Velonians, as are the
Council members such as Tenir, B a, and Fonder.
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