(OOC: If you want to be a part of this away mission, please read the whole post including OOC comments at the end for all information, captains orders, etc.)Kirk stared down at the ice planet on the forward view screen unhappily. He didn't have the best relationships with ice planets, and the idea of going down to this one had him less than pleased
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The pressure was diminished, but not gone, and it was close. Something was waiting for him.
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It didn't mean that this blast didn't hurt, the sheer magnitude and intensity of it making him curl up and press his forehead to his arm as he tried to compartmentalize it away.
I am not them.
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It was screaming now, its anger building.
YOU COME AGAIN TO HARVEST WHAT YOU PLEASE.
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Or, similarly, a Romulan.
You do not know that. He still tried to get through. A migraine began to build right between his eyes. There is nothing here that I want.
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It focused on him, like a laser.
We want to live again.
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How do you know doing this will resurrect...you or your world? His hand was beginning to ache, too. I assume you took the others, and yet you are still not "alive."
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Something rolled over Spock. It was as strong as that anger, but this time, it was a great void of sadness. It pulled on his mind, then pulled it down into darkness.
He saw a completely different world. It was lush, and beautiful, and he could see the creature as it once was. It was almost reptile like, with shaggy layers of scales. Two great blue eyes with no pupils, and it was as large as one of the great dinosaurs of Terran history.
It had children... a mother. Those children discovered the thing in the ground. Shiny and strange and alien. She warned them to stay away, but strangers found them. They started to kill her children, one by one, and roast and devour them while the land around the alien-thing started to die.
There was no where to go. They couldn't swim, and there was no where left on the planet as the green died faster and faster. The water tasted bad, couldn't drink salt.
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There may be a possible solution, or a way I can assist you, but only if I am alive. Spock did want to help, pushing through that desire and willingness towards the creature, but he wasn't so skilled as to directly change its mind.
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She was intelligent. No others of her kind had been seen since her life-mate died. She gave birth laying in the very depths of the cave. Her children suckled at her, but there was little to give.
They died, one by one, without ever having seen the light of day. The overwhelming sense of grief, loss, as she nosed the dead bodies of her last litter. Alone. Alone.
Then, alone, she died.
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How are you here, if you are dead?
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That feeling of revenge again, wanting payment. The creature's ethereal form moved, and stopped in place. For the first time noticeable, under some of the larger bones, were two smaller piles of bones.
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...I have told you before, we are not them.
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STOP. There hadn't been another moment in his life where he wanted to know the eschak more than now, as mythical as it might have been. At least then he would only have to contend with the cold.
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