Consultation Visit

Posted on Tue May 29th, 2018 @ 12:28am by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Lieutenant Commander Siivas McKenzie
Edited on on Tue May 29th, 2018 @ 12:28am

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Mission: Future Tense
Location: Siivas McKenzie's mind, USS Columbia
Timeline: 2285
Tags: Romulans,Firebird,secrets,triad

In the murky twilight of semi-consciousness that swirled in Charybdis' mind, her awareness reached out for something familiar to grasp and hold onto, and sure enough, it found something both solid and familiar to her.

Or at least part of her did.

The wild-haired dirty Vulcan girl sat with her bony knees up around her chin, legs crossed at the ankles with her hands, fingers wrapped in bandages holding onto her knees. The tattered and dirty beige robes that she wore were threadbare and holed in places, but they covered her modesty sufficiently. Those large violet eyes, which seemed somehow larger in a face with sunken cheeks, peered intently at the meditating Deltan Doctor who, in her vision, sat upright with legs crossed and arms relaxed hanging over his knees.

Siivas opened one eye with a quirk of a smile and eyed her ~I see you~ he teased them softly.

"We have taken your advice to heart and worked to integrate, but we had to find a way to do so that we could grasp in a logical manner. Thus I have come to represent the superego." She unfolded her stick-thin legs from under her and let them dangle over the edge of the low carved chest as the quarters Siivas was staying in slowly solidified around them, constructed from his awareness of his surroundings even while asleep. "I am Charybdis... I am Char, yet I am not, entirely... I represent an aspect that we still seek to integrate entirely, yet I am still somewhat independent at this point."

"Thus why I am here while our body remains in slumber."

The head tilted and the eyebrow raised- there was some of Char recognizable in the expression, though it was more like an impersonation of her than her true expression. "You came for us... you know where we would be, and that we were in danger and you came. You rescued us. This is a curiosity to us. We did not know that our gambit would work, yet you knew of our distress, located us and were there to render aid and assistance. How is this thing possible?"

~You are the Vulcan sliver of her~ Siivas replied, as a response and as an explanation.

"Correct, to some degree. The process that was used was not without flaws, and over the years we have blended to a considerable degree. I represent Char's Vulcan experience... this is who we were for our time on Vulcan. Though you are correct in assuming that I also encompass what is left of the original Charybdis' intellect, which provides much of the structure for our current intellectual configuration. How is it that you understand all of this... I know not the Deltan word for 'mentor', but it suits you in our mind."

~Eshuur~ Siivas responded to her last question and acknowledged her compliment ~Thank you~

~To your original question and to exemplify a point, the mind of the Vulcan does not exist in separation like many other races~ Siivas explained gently ~The intense mental training through Logic gives Vulcans a wholeness of mind and the ability to multitask by being able to purposefully fracture their attention, making the ego and ID and the superego all into a nearly-conscious separate mind, a clone of the original mind if you will. This is why Vulcans can do such complex scientific calculations in their minds, because there is one mind devoted to it and nothing else while the other mind interacts with the world around it~ He regarded her ~This part of you, the Vulcan child, remains crippled and starved, undeveloped and yet, even as it is, it can help the main patchwork personality perform significantly above average. But this mind is still severed, without integration~

He smiled a bit more broadly ~My mind is integrated, as a Vulcan adept's would be and capable of many of the same things and many things unique to my people and our traditions. One of those is heightening my ability to focus and call upon abnormal reasoning abilities when I need to, like a Vulcan. One of them is a nigh eidetic memory. In my past I've run across the same sort of inversion waveform we witnessed in our sensor logs of your event. I was able to determine it was likely you would survive and I employed the assistance of colleagues that would be open to the concept, who would be willing to work on the calculations with me. We worked for some time to determine if it was possible and then others took up the continuation of the project while some of us waited in cryogenic stasis for the nineteen years to pass before we needed to be available~

"NINETEEN YEARS?!?" shouted a voice from his left as the athletic Romulan Major stepped into the mindscape. The Vulcan girl had looked as if she had more questions from the tilt of her head and her open mouth, but she held them as the Id awoke and stormed in. "We catapulted ourselves nineteen years into the future?!? Wait... you... you put your life on hold for all of those years just to wait for us? What of your life and career... oh, yes, you are already a chrononaut, I recall from your file. But still... what is so special about us? Why such interest... that is a huge sacrifice to make for one renegade Romulan spy whom you hardly know..." the brow ridge was a bit more flared when she concentrated.

"There is a certain logic to Scylla's line of questioning, Eshuur," the ragged young woman expressed calmly. "While your assistance and experience have been invaluable and greatly appreciated by us in the past, this is a considerable sacrifice for you to have made upon our behalf. We have difficulty grasping why you would do such a thing for us or our compatriots. You mentioned colleagues?"

As the Romulan crossed her arms, both she and the Vulcan girl raised an eyebrow in synch, which rather than being remotely intimidating, was actually mildly comical to observe, particularly given his greater understanding of the situation.

Siivas said nothing but he sent a pulse through that part of himself that connected to that part of the collective fractured mind. It was like a muscle that had not been flexed in a long time, a weak thing yet present and persistent enough that one immediately noticed its presence and they knew; they all felt it. ~We are parmynara, Warbird~ he told the Romulan calmly, referring to his private designation for that fragment of Char's self ~You reached out to me instead of deeply into your own resources; I can do nothing else but come to your aid with all of my considerable resources. I am fortunate to have those that love me, and you, that wished to give their aid~

With a yawn, the voluptuous Starfleet officer stepped in between the duo, stretching one of her arms above her head as the other covered her mouth. "Stop hectoring him, you two... just be grateful that he cares and that he came, otherwise we might not have survived re-entry. And be flattered... can't you feel that? We're family... and isn't that what you both have yearned for?"

At that she sighed slightly, still obviously very groggy but she hung her arms over each of her separate splinters and smiled sleepily with half-lidded eyes. "Hi, Siivas!"

"Sorry to intrude again... well, and to have gotten you into this in the first place I suppose, but I guess you're on the short list of people who we turn to in a panic." Her eyes opened a bit more and all three of them cocked their heads slightly to the side simultaneously. "We did think of you... I guess we didn't realize that you were going to hear us, or that you would actually come. Or that we should have reached into resources of our own? But I certainly am glad that you did come... thank you Siivas." At that she disentangled herself from the other two and approached him warmly, folding him gently into a hug with a cheerful smile.

"He mentioned others..."

"There is more to him and his tale than he expresses..."

"All true, and he is entitled to whatever he wishes to tell us and it is for us to respect what he does not. A question unasked is no question, and we have no reason to be suspicious of Siivas, his allies or his motivations. There is nothing so special about us in the grand scheme of the galaxy that makes us pivotal, and even if that were so, he has selflessly helped us beyond the scope of anyone we've ever known. So we will behave and be respectful... our opinions and your input are all valid and appreciated, but we'll give him the respect that he's due, understood?" Her tone was gentle, but firm as she remonstrated herself.

"I shall formulate my inquiries and submit them phrased as polite queries," the emaciated Vulcan replied with a nod of her head.

"Only a fool believes in altruism for its own sake... but honor demands respect to those to whom we are indebted," added the Warbird with a salute of her fist to her heart and a lowered head.

~I appreciate your willingness to put aside your question on faith Char'~ Siivas responded and paused. ~There will likely be many times in the near and far future you must pause and assess your relationship with me, what you know with what you have been told, or seen. Know always that this~ he flexed that connection again ~is a tether that binds our fates together and I have no wish to expend us frivolously. I will do everything I can to protect you so long as I shall live~

The trinity looked at one another then nodded silent assent, separately and each in their own way... the scrawny Vulcan lowered her eyes and head slowly, then brought them back up to inspect him, peering through him. The rigid Romulan nodded curtly and eyed him suspiciously, but folded her hands behind her back. Char smiled and nodded a few times, then eased herself down onto the foot of the bed, crossing her legs and demurely draping her hands over her knee, posing like a pinup model of centuries before.

"I don't know what the future holds... but I do know that of all of the people in this life who have ever manipulated, used me or done ill to me, none of them have approached me with kindness, and given of themselves first. None have ever offered me protection, guidance nor rescue when I was in peril. None save you... and you've asked nothing in return. Perhaps you are right and I will reassess and pause... but how you have treated me is something that will never be out of my mind. And this..." it was not effortless for her, but she found the string and plucked the connection between them deliberately and consciously, though she did try to do so gently. "I don't understand it... but I understand that you will teach me calmly and patiently when I need to know, or when I ask."

The smile was soft, sincere, and unconcerned as the Warbird stood vigilantly at the foot of the bed, hands clasped behind her back at parade rest even as the Vulcan child sat down cross-legged at the foot of the bed beside Char, eyes wide and curious as the three passed one sentence between them.

"So I missed..."

"...twenty years..."

"...anything exciting happen?"

 

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