From: Peter Aspinall (writing_rules_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Mon Sep 22 2008 - 00:51:03 PDT
“Relivings” (contd-“Irony Is Not Delicious”)
Location: Space
Scene: ULYSSES
Stardate:
The ULYSSES floated in space, her engines off, her lights dim, her comm. System closed off.
Peter sat in the middle of the cockpit floor his eyes closed.
His battered mental defences were down and it felt refreshing to be able to relax his mental barriers.
His mental exercises seemed to happen without even conscious thought and for the first time since they had driven the extradimensional beings back he let go with his abilities, calling out in to the void.
**Please, hear me, I need your help, please.**
Scene: ULYSSES-->BATAMET VESSEL
Time Index: Some time later
Peter had no idea how long he stayed in that position but when he finally felt something stirring, the beginning of an answer, a presence, he found he could no longer move properly, that his limbs had stiffened up a bit too much.
By the time he had managed to stand and make his way to the forward viewport he could already see the distant form of a ship approaching.
After a few stretching exercises to ease his tense muscles the shape had grown in to the familiar form of a Batamet vessel.
Running his hand lovingly across the control console Peter turned away and made his way to the hatch before he had even seen the Batamet shuttle bay open to swallow the ULYSSES.
Leaving the ULYSSES he felt the pressure of so many telepaths on his mind.
**Thank you for responding.** He nodded towards the Batamet stood waiting for him.
**You are known to our people, what is wrong** Responded the Batamet, their voice seeming to echo inside Peter’s head.
Words not quite sufficient Peter opened his memories and showed the Batamet what had happened.
The Batamet seemed repulsed that Peter and the others had been violated in such a way but made no response other than to beckon Peter to follow as he left the shuttlebay.
Behind him the ULYSSES went totally dark, the echo of the telepathic contact that had shut her down reaching the minds of several Batamet.
Scene: Purification chambers
The purification chambers had the same sterile feel he remembered from years ago, of course this time he had no severe injuries to be repaired, he had no artificial body parts, and he had left his wedding ring and everything else behind.
Now it was simply a cleansing, and he did feel refreshed once it was over; What worried him was the cluster of Batamet now around the foot of the bed.
They reached out to hold hands with one another and closed in around the bottom of he bed, the two on the ends of the chain reached out and layed their hands on Peter’s temples.
He could hear each of them speaking sending the same message, the result a strange echo of thoughts and images as he applied himself to understanding the meaning.
Many people who were not telepathic themselves thought that telepaths still spoke to one another in words, while this was true in many situations, most especially where the races were not fully telepathic and only select individuals exhibited the abilty, not all telepaths used words and even when they did it was often insufficient.
The images then that flooded Peter’s mind came in a jumble and it took several seconds for Peter to understand what they intended.
Another thing with many telepaths is that even their exclamations, yells and even screams are telepathic in nature. Peter however was not born with his abilities, they had grown as he got older, so his protest, brought forth almost uncontrollably, was audible in nature.
“No!, You cannot..” Realising that telepathy was the only real communication he had now that his universal translator was absent Peter calmed himself enough to use his abilities.
**You cannot be serious.**
**To reinforced your mind we need to heal the damage to your psyche, we can only do that by re-living the experience with you.**
**I don’t want to go through that again though.**
**You must.**
They left him no choice, his vision blurred.... and he was there again.
This time he could not silent, his yells echoed down the corridors as once more he struggled against a telepathic foe.
Time Index: An hour later
Peter lay on the bed, his skin glistening with sweat, his breath ragged from the effort.
Despite all his objections however he felt better this time then he did after the original assault, but Peter wasn’t sure if it was because the assault was only a reliving or if it was because of the support of the Batamet whom had been there alongside him.
One of the Batamet approached, **The damage is healed, we can rebuild your defences once more, come**
The room he took Peter in to was essentially empty, four depressions in the floor were soft and clearly meant for sitting at, a small table, the same white as the walls, sat in the middle of them.
As he approached and made to sit cross legged in one of the cushioned depressions Peter noticed a familiar device on the table.
A flurry of exchanged images and the Batamet knew that this process would take little explanation.
As they sat opposite one another Peter opened up his mental defences and the Batamet’s mind joined with his own, slowly they rebuilt his defences, a mental image appeared in his mind, a wall being built brick at a time.
Location: Space around E4
Scene: ULYSSES
A burst of light accompanied the ULYSSES as it dropped back in to real space, still starships clustered around the area, apparently they had still not found Kat.
Peter smiled, his mind stretching out to touch all the familiar prescences in the area, his mind lingering on the connection with the twins.
On the console top infront of him sat a device, a replacement for the one lost with the PROPHECY.
“E4 this is ULYSSES en route to the STONEHENGE, security code follows.” He called as he tapped familiar controls without much thought to it.
{{You are clear to proceed ULYSSES.}} replied the disembodied voice of an operations officer.
“Thank you control, ULYSSES to STONEHENGE, permission to land.”
A smiling Matthew appeared on screen, [[Granted Commander, welcome home.]]
NRPG: Ok I know I would have liked to have done more with this but when i came to it my mind was blank, anyway, Peter has returned, and we know his mental defences are stronger again, I haven’t a clue if anything else is going to have happened or not.
Peter Aspinall
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