Eden Found

Posted on Tuesday, 31 March 2020 - 12:22pm by Commander Soral

Mission: Operation: Overdrive
Location: Unknown
Timeline: 2393

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Soral sighed. The day had been long. He'd been living in a split world for a couple of days now. So much weighed on his mind but his time with the good doctor on the station had given him so much too; She'd given him a rest that his soul had needed. He'd arrived home, had showered and eaten and changed and now he lay in bed. He could hear the snoring of his little dog. The poor puppy was as tired as he was.

Slowly he drifted off to sleep allowing the blissful darkness to take his soul where it would...


Location Unknown

A melodic chirping sound drew him from the fog of darkness pulling him towards the ever strengthening light. The sound grew louder and the brought with it the scent of moss and sweetness. He blinked several times allowing his eyes to adjust to the light.

Disorientated, weak, shaky he rolled on the soft carpet of grass until he managed to stand leaning against the dark bark of an unfamiliar scaly tree. Soral shook his head to clear it. A sharp pain flashed behind his eyes and was gone in an instant, like a lightening bolt and then the fog began to lift, a slow clearing of the mind unlike anything he'd felt before.

Soral looked up at the ice blue sky dotted with diamond shaped clouds. He wasn't on the ship anymore. He reached for his communicator to discover that he was quite out of uniform. He looked down finding that instead of his uniform he had on a pair dark casual pants and no shirt. He raised an eyebrow. "Fascinating." Had he been transported? What had happened? Where was he? Times like this he missed having a tricorder.

He listened again as the melodic lark like song drifted on the gentle breeze and as he looked around he was surprised to see a lush dark green forest the colour of what on Earth would be known as Kentucky Bluegrass. He looked down at his feet and was surprised to notice that he had no shoes yet the ground was soft like a plush carpet. Was he the only one here? Where was Commander Victrix? Was anybody else from the Fontana here?

He had to find answers. Looking around he figured it would be pretty pointless to pick up a fallen stick to use as defense, his ... instinct told him he was safe, for the most part but also to touch even a fallen branch felt like it would be like touching a living being. This whole place seemed teaming with life. He decided to do the only logical thing that he could; he called out, "Hello!"

He was greeted by the faint sound of his echo. He looked around again and then to his right a rustle of movement caught his eyes. He turned sharply in time to see the willow like vines parting as if pulled aside by an unseen hand.

"How odd." He said. If he were less trusting he'd have turned in the opposite direction. If this was some ill conceived trap they would expect him to run opposite. Logic told him to move ahead but also a pull he could not explain. He walked briskly through the foliage and for a moment thought about turning back. When he did it closed behind him. "Okay then. I shall move forward." Shaking his head he continued on until he heard a familiar sound.

There was a low moan much like he'd emitted when he'd woken. Quickening his pace he bounded out of the foliage and stopped in his tracks. Before him stood a goddess. She'd just awoken, that he could tell. She had on a long emerald dress that hugged ever curve. It's long sleeves flared out and hung like wings. Her hair was the red of a leaf that had turned in the fall and her eyes almond shaped and intensely emerald glistened. Her brows were pulled up and her eyes dusted with a chocolate brown shadow. Her lips painted with chocolate coloured lipstick. As she turned her head he saw her perfectly shaped ears, a Vulcan but the diadem on her head was of Romulan background. He couldn't help but respond to her on a primal level he didn't know existed within him.

She turned to him and her brows furrowed. "Who the hell are you and why the hell am I dressed like a pixie and why the hell are you not wearing a shirt?"

He raised an eyebrow. "All good questions. I could ask them of you with a slight adjustments with respect to the clothing situation as I am not wearing a dress."

She raised a delicate eyebrow and placed both hands on her hips and stared at him. "Look I don't know who you are nor why you brought me here."

"I did not bring you here. I was brought here." He looked around. "Where here is... this is a question I could not answer."

She dusted off her dress. "I see. You don't have a shuttle by chance?"

"You know what a shuttle is?"

Again she placed her hands on her hips. "Okay that's really starting to ... I don't know." She waived her hands in frustration. "Of course I know what a shuttle is!" She let out a huff of frustration. "Honestly!" She was about to say something when the ground began to rumble. They looked up just in time to see a large rock like creature form from the frosty mountain in the distance. It roared to life and spotting the two it began to wobble towards them.

"Oh....that's not good," the woman said.

Soral reacted he grabbed her hand. "Run!"

The heavy dress she had on was weighing her down. "You must run faster," he said.

She huffed, "You try running in this! It weighs a ton! Would you like to switch?" She

"Interesting suggestion however I may have a better solution."

Frustrated beyond belief Soral picked her up tossing her, like a sack of potatoes, over his shoulder. "What are you doing! I may be dressed like some hobgoblin queen but I'm a Starfleet officer!"

Soral couldn't stop to process that. The creature was almost upon them. "What are you doing?" He asked as she seemed to struggle to reach his shoulder. "Ohhh something my mother taught me, some neck thing, I press and you fall, stuff like that."

He raised an eyebrow. "Ah... you are referring to a Vulcan nerve pinch. You are attempting it incorrectly but it does tell me of your linage. You're Vulcan."

She sighed, "Of course I am you arrogant goblin! And I didn't pay attention to my mother...my mistake. Now put me down!"

"I cannot do that if we have any hope of getting away from the rock creature." He chanced a look back. It was gaining on them.

She began to kick out.

"What are you trying to do now?" He asked dividing his attention between the path ahead and the creature behind and the woman's antics. "I'm trying to hit something vital!"

"I see. Now I can tell that you are also part Romulan."

She let out a frustrated growl. Twisting hard to the right she brought them both to the ground.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

She pointed to the left. "Cave! Let's go." With no time to argue they both ran for the cave.

Finding the cave filled with large rock boulders they chose one and hid. The creature seemed to rumble by and Soral came out of his hiding spot and chanced a look outside. The creature was gone. "It has gone."

No sooner had he spoken then a wind whipped up. He felt the pull of it and tried to get back further in the cave. The wind seemed to lift him off the ground he heard the woman call for him. "Wait! What's going on!"

Before he could respond he was sucked out of the cave into a void of darkness.


Location USS Fontana

In a fit of motions Soral shot to his feet. He heard a familiar bark. "Computer lights!"

The lights brightened the darkness. He looked about ready to fight only to find that he was back on the ship, in his room with the covers pooling at his feet. It took a moment to get his breathing under control. He stumbled to the replicator still feeling somewhat disoriented.

"Water, cold." The replicator shimmered the glass into existence and he drank his fill. Starting to come back to himself he sat down and reflected. He'd never had a more vivid dream in his life.

Soral knew that he wouldn't be getting back to sleep so he showered dressed and headed out to try and get some work done. Perhaps ops could use his help moving things...

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Lt. Cmdr. Soral
Executive Officer

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Cassia-Ren
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