Nightmare on Pioneer Street
Posted on Tue Feb 20th, 2018 @ 4:45am by Lieutenant Amelia Zano Psy.D.
Edited on on Thu May 31st, 2018 @ 9:43pm
861 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission:
Episode 2 - The Enemy Within
Location: Personal Quarters, Deck 3
Timeline: MD004 0500 hrs
Tags: SD 71378.0500
It was dark, she couldn't see. Around her were noises of machinery, screams and garbled voices. Reaching out to try and grab something but all there was was nothing. She could feel her fear building, her anxiety getting the better of her but then it happened.
Her hand touched something.
Out of the darkness came a face, a half mechanical face screeching at her. No words, just a face of pure terror and anger mixed into one. Falling backwards her surroundings suddenly lit ever so slightly but not to what you would expect, green and misty, an air of death and lack of warmth.
"Where am I?!" She yelled.
A cackle was her reply, one so loud is deafened her. Amelia raised her hands up to her ears only to blink and find herself strapped onto a table. By now she was almost hysterical, the sweat dripping from her, her chest rising and falling at a rate of knots with panic... she truly didn't know what was going on.
Was this a dream? A vision? It felt so real.
A spotlight was above her so beyond the limit of that she saw nothing but darkness once again, "Do you not recognise my voice Da'Len?"
She shook her head as if a sudden realisation had hit her. 'Da'Len' was what The Borg used to call El-Aurians centuries ago. Her father had told her stories, terrible stories if you asked her, of how they battled The Borg in the Delta Quadrant and were eventually defeated.
"I don't understand..." she replied trying to wake herself up.
"You think you are dreaming Da'Len?" came a reply with a laugh.
"At this point I'm really hoping to the Gods I am."
"Ah they won't help you.. Aurellus didn't do much for your dear old uncle." came the voice from the shadows.
Her heart stopped, her heart skipped a beat and she didn't dare move a muscle.
"Yes..." came the voice as it stepped out of the shadows.
He was Borg, by all appearances, but seemed to have his individuality and wore an emblem on his chest that she slightly recognised but couldn't place. Her mouth fell open but he held up his finger to silence her.
"Maybe this will be better..." he replied pressing his arm. His appearance shifted, holographic no doubt, to be that of a regular looking man. "This is what your uncle Skato used to look like, a regular Da'Len with no importance apart from fodder to The Borg machine."
She was truly speechless, for once in her life she had no idea what to say, her mind wouldn't come up with a single logical thought, idea or word to get out of her head.
"How is my dear old brother? Still alive I hope... oh how I do miss him. I've picked out a node for him and everything for when I see him next."
"No!" Amelia shouted with a burst of emotion.
"Oh she speaks! Here was me thinking you'd became a mute my dear Ce'pal (niece)." he replied with a laugh.
"I don't understand what's going on... this has to be a dream"
"Oh no Amelia this is very real, well in terms of mind tapping it is." Skato said.
"Mind tapping?" she asked.
"Another omission from daddy dearest? Oh he's holding all our secrets back... Think of it as a Vulcan mind meld but stronger and less boring. We as El-Aurians are all linked, do you think our abilities are limited to 'Oh wait, somethings changed in a timeline, or 'Oh that's so interesting, I'm so glad I have added perception abilities to listen to your stupid human problems'?" he began to get louder, Amelia could tell he was not a stable person.
"Why don't you tell me about it then 'Uncle'?" she replied putting on her most genuine counsellor tone.
"Don't psychoanalyse me bitch!" he shouted striking her across the face. The force of it made her bleed from a small slash to her cheek. "I am not one of your patients, I do no want help, nor do I need any.
Holding back tears of pain she lay with her eyes closed to try and remain composed.
Smiling her Uncle approached her, "I'll let you go for now Ce'pal... but not without a gift." he said rising his hand to show a knife and a bit of technology.
"What's that?! Get that away from me?!" she screamed as he cut into her arm and placed the technology in her forearm.
Amelia passed out from the pain she never knew she could feel in something that was not truly real. "Sleep well Ce'pal, we'll talk again." he said with a sinister smile.
She woke up with a scream and a jump that forced her onto the floor. What had just happened?
Rushing to the bathroom she saw a cut on her cheek and looking down at her arm she saw a scar from where her uncle had cut into her. She began to panic...
TBC
Lieutenant Junior Grade Amelia Zano PsyD
Chief Counselor, USS Pioneer
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