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((Salaks' Head, on a Biobed in Sickbay)) | (('''Salaks' Head, on a Biobed in Sickbay, [[Deep Space 17]]''')) | ||
::A void, a barren black void filled Salak's field of vision. But there? Did | <nowiki>::</nowiki>A void, a barren black void filled Salak's field of vision. But there? Did | ||
he see something? A dim light in the distance, a slight tint to its' colour, | he see something? A dim light in the distance, a slight tint to its' colour, | ||
a purple or a red... It grew brighter, larger... it's presence increasingly | a purple or a red... It grew brighter, larger... it's presence increasingly | ||
clear. Salak felt himself become warmer, sweating...:: | clear. Salak felt himself become warmer, sweating...:: | ||
::The sweat caused a singe as it poured over his wounded arm, the heat | <nowiki>::</nowiki>The sweat caused a singe as it poured over his wounded arm, the heat | ||
seemed very real... The source of the growing light became clear; a star to | seemed very real... The source of the growing light became clear; a star to | ||
which his distance decreased... his breath insignificant as his sight became | which his distance decreased... his breath insignificant as his sight became | ||
overwhelmed in the light radiating from it...:: | overwhelmed in the light radiating from it...:: | ||
::The light faded away, the star vanishing... the black void of previously | <nowiki>::</nowiki>The light faded away, the star vanishing... the black void of previously | ||
was replaced; a room? The walls were a shade of orange, there were markings | was replaced; a room? The walls were a shade of orange, there were markings | ||
on the walls... They seemed familiar from somewhere, some sort of Vulcan | on the walls... They seemed familiar from somewhere, some sort of Vulcan | ||
text...:: | text...:: | ||
::But not one which was used any more... the text was ancient, a language | <nowiki>::</nowiki>But not one which was used any more... the text was ancient, a language | ||
not used since an age distant passed. Such writing was rare away from | not used since an age distant passed. Such writing was rare away from | ||
Vulcan, it's use now restricted to little more than ceremonial writings. But | Vulcan, it's use now restricted to little more than ceremonial writings. But | ||
why here?:: | why here?:: | ||
::There was a figure near the end of the room, little more than a | <nowiki>::</nowiki>There was a figure near the end of the room, little more than a | ||
silhouette. His gowns seemed to be those of a priest, thus Salak began to | silhouette. His gowns seemed to be those of a priest, thus Salak began to | ||
walk towards him... How and why was he in a temple? Perhaps, so he thought, | walk towards him... How and why was he in a temple? Perhaps, so he thought, | ||
the priest might know...:: | the priest might know...:: | ||
::As he approached the priest, the holy man turned to face him, but the | <nowiki>::</nowiki>As he approached the priest, the holy man turned to face him, but the | ||
priest was not a man... Salak recognised her, and she wasn't a priestess | priest was not a man... Salak recognised her, and she wasn't a priestess | ||
either... but in Priests gowns? He could not understand, surely this woman | either... but in Priests gowns? He could not understand, surely this woman | ||
was not on Vulcan?:: | was not on Vulcan?:: | ||
::But before he could ask any questions, the scene faded again, his body | <nowiki>::</nowiki>But before he could ask any questions, the scene faded again, his body | ||
jolting. He heard a faint, constant sound, another jolt of his body... the | jolting. He heard a faint, constant sound, another jolt of his body... the | ||
sound hesitated, became more an irratic beeping. Salaks' vision went black | sound hesitated, became more an irratic beeping. Salaks' vision went black | ||
once more...:: | once more...:: | ||
Revision as of 22:04, 8 April 2006
((Salaks' Head, on a Biobed in Sickbay, Deep Space 17))
::A void, a barren black void filled Salak's field of vision. But there? Did he see something? A dim light in the distance, a slight tint to its' colour, a purple or a red... It grew brighter, larger... it's presence increasingly clear. Salak felt himself become warmer, sweating...::
::The sweat caused a singe as it poured over his wounded arm, the heat seemed very real... The source of the growing light became clear; a star to which his distance decreased... his breath insignificant as his sight became overwhelmed in the light radiating from it...::
::The light faded away, the star vanishing... the black void of previously was replaced; a room? The walls were a shade of orange, there were markings on the walls... They seemed familiar from somewhere, some sort of Vulcan text...::
::But not one which was used any more... the text was ancient, a language not used since an age distant passed. Such writing was rare away from Vulcan, it's use now restricted to little more than ceremonial writings. But why here?::
::There was a figure near the end of the room, little more than a silhouette. His gowns seemed to be those of a priest, thus Salak began to walk towards him... How and why was he in a temple? Perhaps, so he thought, the priest might know...::
::As he approached the priest, the holy man turned to face him, but the priest was not a man... Salak recognised her, and she wasn't a priestess either... but in Priests gowns? He could not understand, surely this woman was not on Vulcan?::
::But before he could ask any questions, the scene faded again, his body jolting. He heard a faint, constant sound, another jolt of his body... the sound hesitated, became more an irratic beeping. Salaks' vision went black once more...::
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