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They're Here

Posted on Fri Oct 2nd, 2020 @ 12:42pm by Zaggor Pell & Zirvell Khen

Mission: Mission 1: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait
Location: Zaggor’s Tent
Timeline: 10th November, 2375 - 1610 Hours

Zaggor sat in the tent trying to get the comms relay he found, up and running again. He was thankful to his early military career which gave him the knowledge to make basic repairs to such apparatus. He wanted to be able to contact any starship which entered orbit. He still felt the need to protect what little of the population of Lamenda.

He suddenly heard the tent flap open and saw Zivrell enter, he was bloody and looked in a state of shock. “You ok boy?” He asked as he stood up.

Eyes wide, Zirvell looked up, clutching at his bleeding arm. "No," he answered thinly, "no I'm not. I got attacked.." He shook his head. "No, I attacked someone..." Again he shook his head, shaking it profusely. "I defended a woman and her baby... he wanted the baby and was hurting her. He had a knife..." He stared straight ahead as he spoke, shaking visibly.

Pell stopped fiddling with the Comms relay and moved towards the boy. Picking up a small medkit from under his desk. “I’m guessing you and the baby are ok?” He asked as he pulled out the medical scanner and have the young man a scan.

Numbly, Zirvell pulled off his shirt, showing an angry gash across his chest and his right arm. "The baby is fine, the mother got away while he engaged me. He wanted the baby and was hurting the mother to get it. I couldn't let that happen, could I?"

“Of course not! Who is was it? I’ll get one of my people to find them.” Pell said as he continued to scan the young man. “Superficial cuts, nothing I can't fix.”

"I don't know his name," Zirvell breathed as he gave a fairly detailed description of the older boy, or rather the young man who had attacked him. "I've seen him before but I don't know who he is, he's a few years older than me." He breathed fast, the shock of what happened getting to him. "I killed him.."

Pell pulled out a skin regeneration device and started running it over the cuts. “I see. Seems you acted like any loyal member of the Cardassian Union would have. You protected a woman and our future. If anyone says anything I shall protect you. You have nothing to fear. This...” He paused for a moment to find the right word. “...situation on Lamenda is difficult enough without people like him.”

The boy shivered despite the warmth in the tent. "Like him... but we don't know who he was. I protected the woman and the baby because it's the right thing to do. A baby belongs with the mother. Should have at least one parent who cares about them," he said bitterly, "my mom sisters too.. and dad left me here like I don't exist to him."

“What you did was admirable, don’t over think it. It’s not worth it. You did want you had to do for the mother and the baby. No one else will do it at the moment. Not until we get so sort or structure back on this planet. It will come, but slowly.” Pell replied as he continued to heal the boys wounds.

Zirvell shivered again. "I don't want to fight," he whispered, "or kill.. I'm not a fighter, I didn't join the military for a reason. Dad resented me for that, my sisters did join, mom was too." He turned his head to look up. "I can't stop thinking about it, I keep seeing his face. The rage at being denied what he wanted, the horror at realizing he was a dead man. It should've been me, he was a trained man I could tell. I should've been no match for him, he was bigger and older."

“You have a lucky escape, son. Enlisting could have signed your death warrant.” Zaggor said as he finished healing the wounds. He then moved towards the corner of the tent and pulled out a blanket to cover up the shivering boy. “Try not to give it another thought, trust me, it’ll eat at you and there is no reason for it to do so. You did the right thing in the circumstances.”

"If you say so..." The boy sat perfectly still as his wounds were healed. "Should we bury the body? We can't leave it for the predators can we... he might've been a monster but wouldn't that make us monsters?"

“I’ll have one of my people take care of it, don’t panic.” Zaggor said as the comm unit began to beep. “Hmmm, seems like we have company in the system. I wonder if it’s Starfleet.”

"What're they doing here. Come to gloat and watch us tear ourselves to pieces?" the boy snarled bitterly. "They got no business here, do they."

“Last message I received from Cardassia Prime several weeks ago, was that they were in no shape to help us but Starfleet was going to send aid. Help get us back on our feet. I’m not sure how the people will take it but I for one can’t live like this for much longer. We need to be able to fend for ourselves again.” Pell commented.

"No shape, or no desire..." Zirvell crossed his arms over his chest in indignation. "So Starfleet is going to be our hero right? And how much are we going to owe them for their aid to us? How much is that going to cost us in the long run? Surely, they don't offer their assistance without wanting something in return?"

“Heroes? Starfleet? No, the Heroes are already here on this planet trying to survive.” Pell started. “Unfortunately, we’re not in a position to turn down the help. Starfleet and the Federation want to be seen to be doing the right thing. It benefits us so why not let them?”

"So we are their plaything, to make them look good." Zirvell seemed bitter. "You're right we need the help, it's just a shame that we do. I hope we don't need them for long. Dad used to say that Starfleet was bad, and I think most here probably don't want them here either. And... do they even want to help us? I mean they obviously want to look good, but do they want to?"

“The Federation is the do-gooders of the Alpha and Beta Quadrant. They want to build bridges. Frankly, I’m not fussed about bridges, I want Hospitals, schools, farms, government buildings. I want a foundation to rebuild this planet for its population.” Pell replied.

"I want a future," Zirvell said firmly, "and a place to feel safe and call home."

“That’s exactly what I want to do here.” Pell replied.

"And the only thing we need to do is let them help." The boy sighed miserably.

“What choice do we have? They have the ability to reset the foundations on which we can build us again.” Zaggor said placing a hand on Zirvell’s shoulder. “Come let’s see who we have in orbit.”

The boy flinched away from the touch. "Alright," he said, "I hope we can trust them."


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