Alone

Posted on Thursday, 2 April 2020 - 3:05pm by

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Cassia stared into the fire. It had been three days since the Vulcan was pulled away in the puff of wind. Three long days. She still didn't understand what had happened. Why was she still there? Was he a figment of her imagination? All questions with absolutely no answers available.

She sighed and pulled the blanket she'd found around her. He'd gone exploring after he'd disappeared and she'd found a shuttle. Salvaging what she could she had worked to bring things to the cave. Starfleet survival training was something that all had to go through and she was, indeed putting it to use. The good luck was that the shuttle she'd found had a portable replicator and enough batteries to last six months. She would trek to the shuttle daily, or what was left of it to eat until it was exhausted.

She'd tried to get it flying but nothing. Sensors were pretty much dead too. She looked around the cave that she'd made into a home. She'd spent all of the day before exploring it with no luck. Nothing was in there, which in a way was a good thing. This would be her home but for how long?

She walked over to the red box by the replicator. She pulled it to the fire and set it beside her. "Begin recording personal log."

She waited for the telltale sign that it was ready and when she heard the double chirp she began to speak, "Personal log. I've been here three days, that I know of. I am having trouble remembering things...like the ship I was on or why I am here. I know that I am a Starfleet officer but... I can't remember my past much. I remember shadows of family and friends and bits and pieces of what they said to me or who they saw me as but... I just can't remember much more."

She shook her head, "I don't think I was very high in ranking. I... I just don't know. The first day I was here was so clear but after that things got foggy. I remembered my training, I remembered what to do how equipment functions. I remember the Vulcan that was here three days ago but he was pulled away by some wind and I... for the love of me I am questioning if he was really here."

She pulled one of the bottles and drank some water. "I have found some books stored in a crate so I have things to keep me occupied and there is so much to explore here but is anyone looking for me? Every once in a while I swear I heard a voice that sounds familiar but... I might be slowly going insane. I used to meditate, I remember it and I've tried but am not succeeding. I know that I didn't pay much attention to my parents but I don't know why. Things are confusing. I feel scared and alone and I get the feeling that I'm not supposed to feel that way."

She stood up to stretch her legs. "I have explored to the east, I found a river and the tricorder tells me that there are no fish. It is safe to swim in and thus I have a means of bathing. Tomorrow I shall take myself to the south and hope that I can come across someone. The only question that I have is are they or would they be friendly. I don't know anymore." She looked around. Well that's it for now I guess. The sky is darkening and soon I will have to sleep. I feel safe enough but the question is what will I forget in the morning. Each night I go to sleep and wake with less and less that I can recall for certain. I see shadows of what was or what I think was. I cannot be certain of a lot of things. These logs... they may help me remember. So far the only thing I know for sure is I am Cassia-Ren, a Starfleet officer. I am part Vulcan and part Romulan although I cannot recall the difference. I know that I have good hearing, above average strength and that I am so far, alone."

She closed the log, moved the log recorder out of the way and then slid to the ground. She tightened the blanket around her and prepared for a long night.

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Cassia-Ren