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An End

Posted on Sat Nov 3rd, 2018 @ 1:13am by Ensign Avendar Jurot

Mission: Hera v Hera
Location: Counselor's Quarters

Chief Councelor Avender Jurot sat in her quarters. She was exhausted after reading months of personal logs, medical entries, and case files- all filed by Councelor, then Chief Councelor Avender Jurot.

She had no memory of any of it.

All of the entries were logged during the time she was apparently "possessed" by a being named 'Gaia.' Over a year of her life, gone.

She watched a replay of an awards ceremony. There she stood, proudly at attention in her dress white uniform, as an admiral awarded her the Starfleet Decoration of Gallantry.

She had no memory of that either.

She watched hours of sessions she performed, culminating in a partial video of Lieutenant Commander Paris angrily denouncing her, and telling her that she would be sent alone to Hera "by your request." The body language of Chief Councelor Jurot in those sessions was arrogant, dismissive... everything a Councelor should not be.

She stood and stretched- she'd had enough for one day.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain behind her eyes, then an emptiness. She knew immediately what had happened.

Her Izmadi, her beloved Akea, was dead.

The Borg assimilated him seven years ago, along with all of his shipmates. She'd felt his thoughts occasionally when she was asleep and he was in rest cycle. Avendar dreamed of the day when he would rescued, and they would be reunited.

That would never happen now.

Everything that had happened in the past days, added to this new loss, was more than she could bear. She dropped to the floor, sobbing. Her thoughts turned inward hoping to dull the flood of emotions.

It worked. Mercifully, she fell asleep on the floor of her quarters- a deep, dreamless sleep.

 

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