TPel Memory

Star Trek: Odyssey

Aitera / katra-cave / TPel Memory

Between 19-Apr-21 03:50 PM and 24-Apr-21 04:36 PM

Narrator 24-Nov-21 12:58 AM

*What happened when T'Pel entered the Cave...*

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 24-Nov-21 02:16 AM

*T'Pel entered cautiously, especially considered she left her phaser behind. One of the rules. That didn't stop her hand from opening an closing, wishing she had something. Anything. The energy in this place had the hair on her body standing straight on end as it tugged at her senses. T'Pel hardly realized for a moment when the scene around her changed. "Oh what now?" She couldn't help but think. It was green light...so no Borg. Thank logic for small favors.*

Tyler Smith 24-Nov-21 02:17 AM

"Couldn't stay away, could you. Back for round two? Almost seven years on the dot. You Vulcan's really do run like clock work, don't you." *A voice cooed from behind.*

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 24-Nov-21 02:19 AM

*T'Pel froze before slowly turning around. The voice sounded familiar, but for a moment she had trouble placing it. That was...until she saw him. It was alarming just how quickly this particular memory came crashing down on her and she clenched her fist.* "You are not real. Go away."

Tyler Smith 24-Nov-21 02:25 AM

"*Tsk tsk tsk*. You know that's not how this is supposed to work. I'm as real as you want me to be, Kestra. If you touch me...I will be solid and warm." *He moved a few more steps closer and stopped when she took a few back, an amused smirk playing on his lips.* "Did we bond back then? Is that why I am here? Instead of your little green army man? Or did you miss me?"

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 24-Nov-21 02:29 AM

"No. That connection, thankfully, was never made. As for why you are here, I do not know. I loath you. The only thing I would miss is seeing you perish." *If this weird magical land were to do her any favors, she was hoping it would somehow allow her to burn a hole right through him. Her anger was beginning to scream in her ears, and she could feel her self begin to tremble.*

Tyler Smith 24-Nov-21 02:38 AM

"So violent. How very emotional of you. Then again...you are a naturally passionate little minx that locks herself away in a box. Scared of what the other pointy eared ones will think of you. You are honestly pathetic. Sloppy to boot. When everyone asked me what it was like...I had to tell them it was like fucking a convulsing fish that tried and failed to respond in a human way. But hey! I bold went, didn't I." *He could see the hate in her eyes, tears streaking down her cheeks, so he continued.* "But you know what? I am such a giving person...I'll fix your problem again anyway. Maybe you read a book since then and picked up a new trick or two. No telling if guns for brains has made any improvements either. I'm willing to pork you again and find out. They can all wait, right?"

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 24-Nov-21 02:50 AM

*It was like someone rang a gong, and T'Pel bolted for him. It all happened in a flash, a haze of dust kicked up by feet and then his body as it hit the floor. Her fist brought down on his face with every ounce of force and hate she had held for him for seven years. The whispers...* PUNCH *The judging glances...* PUNCH *The uncontrollable feeling of shame...* CRACK *Then she stopped. Suddenly, her anger ebbed, and she choked out a sob. His lifeless and bloody form slowly disappeared leaving her sitting in the dust. What just happened? T'Pel could feel like something had given way but she wasn't sure of what. Seven years. Had...had it been that long? Had she entered into Pon Farr? Was it now resolved? All she had were more questions, but her irritation remained. This place was abundantly perplexing and she got to her feet and brushed herself off. There was nothing else here...so that must mean it is over? T'Pel gave a moment while she pulled herself together, and shoved this all aside. She would unpack and study it later. Perhaps a scan or two by Row or Larkin would also be prudent. Once she felt a tad better, she headed back out.*

Narrator 24-Nov-21 02:50 AM

~Fin~