28 - Only the Beginning

Posted on Mon Nov 18th, 2024 @ 6:19pm by Commander Jenna Ramthorne & Remal Kajun & Captain Rhenora Kaylen

Mission: The Beginning of the End
Location: Somewhere on Bajor

The scattering field dropped and for all but a brief second, she was in two places at once as the teleporter signal moved her across spacetime. A nano-second after, the flood of failure, of loss, and the heat of a weakened Wraith hit her like a wrecking ball. Tears flowed down, blood red in color, a future now uncertain, now unattainable, stared back at her from the looking glass. Brin, the man she loved, the vision she followed, all dead and by her own hand. Her blood soaked hand which she recoiled from.

"Do not despair." Came a deep unsettling voice from within, sounding like Brin as if Brin was being twisted in a pit of fire. "This was only the beginning." It continued. "Bajor has now experienced it's first divide, a crossroads. In time they will come to see their Gods as what they are, meddlesome, interfering, and selective of who lives and who perishes." The voice sounded confident but weak like it was struggling to breath. "Together we have sown the seeds of division and choice for a different path."

"Seeds cannot grow without tending, and I can't do this alone. " Faro wept openly as the events of the day crashed around her. "Our army is dead, Brin is dead. I am but one broken Bajoran who couldn't complete the task. The Emissary lives, the Ma and Fa live and their faith is stronger than ever"

"What is a weed but a plant whose virtue's have not yet been discovered. We are the vine, ever growing, the weed, ever choking the life of the fragile flower. Death is not an end, but and end to a means and you, my wonderful, strong, cultivated weed will be the strongest tool." The voice went silent for a moment.

"But first... to ensure we are victorious next time, a change in tactic. We must undergo a journey of sorts. This task will take time, yes, necessary time. We, together, will invoke the others. Yes. I see it now as clearly as the blood upon your hands." The Brin sounding Wraith was 'breathing' heavily, sounding excited but labored as it spoke in riddles.

"How do I rebuild when we have nothing?" Faro replied, her voice a far cry from the strength she carried earlier in the battle. She flopped onto a chair and felt defeated.

"Nothing? Nothing you claim. We have everything. We have time. We have desire. And once we release my fellow Wraiths, we will have an army like no other." The words were labored, clearly. "But now, we should rest, regain our strength, yes, rest now. For I am with you. I... am... your strength."

Faro stared blankly at the voice, unable to find where it came from but still able to hear it all the same. She allowed her body to rest, her head dropping until her eyes caught sight of something harrowing.

Looking down at her hands, now dried red with the blood of Brin, her eye twitched in psychotic desperation. Now alone, but not alone, the voices in her head replaced with the disembodied voice of a Pah'Wraith that sounded like Brin. Weary, she stared at the blood on her hands until her face contorted and a sound emerged from her depths.

Eerie at first, it started small, deep within. A little chuckle that built like a rolling snowball, bigger and bigger until the room she was in was filled with a dark maniacal laughter, not of her own. Sanity lost, she was now something else from what she had been a mere minutes ago. Changed, Faro was now a broken figure alone in the darkness. Alone but yet not, for she would regain her strength and use her skill and cunning to seek revenge for her loss. The Pah Wraith within her feeling her insanity. Together they would be victorious.

END?