From: Sarah Albertini-Bond (serendipity77_at_gmail.com)
Date: Tue Jan 08 2008 - 20:08:26 PST
=/\= "Don't Cry For Me NOCTURIA" continued from Jamie's "Sins of the Fathers" =/\= Location: NOCTURIA Scene: Citadel Square Many of the citadels (but most certainly not all) had a central square. Most times people met here peacefully – to discuss the weather, family, friends, current events...that sort of thing. But in grave times, discussions are expected to be different. They're expected to be harsh, they're expected to be challenging. As if to the times around the people draw something hidden and unexpected from inside the soul, something that can transcend the times and can meet the exacting moment head on. Kayle stood in the Citadel Square, on top of a small rising and looked at heris companions. H/she knew all these Nocturians. Had grown up with them, watched them evolve, and now was watching them panic. And trusting of this Starfleet. "Listen to me NOCTURIA," Kayle called out. Most of the Nocturians around heris ignored this but some watched, curious about what Kayle was up to. "You won't believe me but you must listen to me. We cannot trust our lives to these Starfleet persons. They are not like us – how can they assist then? Is this what we've come to – trusting of some supposedly benevolent strange organization?" "Rharn Alcedo is part of this organization, h/she is one of us," one of the persons in the crowd called out. Kayle looked out – noticing more and more people were stopping and watching, hopefully listening. "Rharn Alcedo is no Nocturian. Rharn has long turned heris back on us – are we now to suddenly accept Rharn's help? After abandoning us? Are we that desperate? And for what? What they are saying are just illusions. They are trying to change us, they are not giving us real solutions for our problems." The crowd stilled, watching and waiting. Finally one of the older members of the community lifted up heris head. "These...persons do not seem...bad." "They do not seem good either," Kayle countered. "They promise dreams, but I ask of you – all of you – how can they promise a dream if they don't know us? If they don't know our dreams? What then are we agreeing to – to their dreams? It might start with something innocous, something seemingly benign. But then it's another thing. Take Rharn – you who so desperately want to trust h/she. Have you not noticed the changes? How h/she has already turned from our ways? Is this the life you want? What then does it mean to be a Nocturian?" The crowd began to talk amongst themselves. Kayle, with heris outfit of pink and orange, and long black hair intricately braided back watched all of this. "I ask you...what does it mean to be a Nocturian? Answer me that – and then answer me – can any of those inside really know what that means? Then how can they – any of them, including one of our whose turned our back on us – help us? I say we throw them off our planet and face our challenges ourself. Let us define us, let us decide what we must do and then we shall do it. But we will do it in our own way and without anyone else's help." =/\= NRPG: Sorry it's barely a post but I wanted to get something together quickly before bed. Hopefully this works for everyone. Sometimes it's good to visualize the opposition and their motivations – even if it is a bunch of hot air (I think, I don't know it helps me) so I figured Kayle could be one of those persons for us. Obviously feel free to do whatever you want with Kayle or the opposition (including ignoring this sad excuse for a post lol) :-) I'll try and post again something with people's characters – including my own! If it doesn't work feel free to bop me over the head with a wet noodle. =/\= Sarah Albertini-Bond Lt. Phia CNS USS STONEHENGE and Commander Xana Bonviva CO USS MCINNIS (novella unit) From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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