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Side Sim - Relaxation and Exercise in the Holodeck

Posted April 5, 2019, 7:43 a.m. by Ensign Kaia (Engineer) (Riley W)

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They stepped through into the new space, which was a fully floored room with stairs leading upwards on one side, and downwards on the other side. Covering the exterior walls was a huge collection of bookcases, and within each case was a small library of books. It was a huge collection of knowledge. “It’s even more beautiful in real life,” Kaia said softly. “I wasn’t able to bring the knowledge of the books with me, just the image of their covers. I miss this city…”

Ensign Kaia, Eng

“A shame,” he said; that cancelled any temptation he might have had to remove one of the books from the shelves. It wouldn’t have taken up that much more data space really to fill the books with the correct text, but he realized the difficulty might have been in computerizing all the ancient paper records in the first place. Something Edasich, as such a new world, never had to face, but old Bajor certainly did; there were still ancient texts that could only be viewed in their original paper format.

“How long have you been away from your homeworld?” he asked

-Ens Kavox Monsant

OOC: NOTE, when transliterating the galdori language, “i” represents a long e as in bee, and “y” represents a short i as in win. vyn is pronounced like the vin in vin diesel.

IC: Kaia nodded quietly at his comment. The truth was that this was one of only a few simulations she had been able to bring with her on a very small data crystal. When there was a choice between filling books with text and adding another location, she chose adding another location. “You wouldn’t be able to read it all anyways,” she commented. “Most of these books are written in Dra’ka’vyn, the ancient language of my people. Some are in Dra’wan’vyn, some in Dra’le’vyn, some in Dra’ku’vyn. And some in Gal’do’vyn - the language we speak in modern days. But still not English or any language you would know,” she smiled slightly.

His question brought her pause, causing the small alien to stop in her smiling reminiscence and think more solemn thoughts. “Since I lived at home, just under four years. Since my last visit… about a year? I haven’t been off the Manhattan since I joined this crew, except for the occasional away mission, due to our being halfway across the galaxy from Galdor… These simulations are a great help to me,” she smiled slightly. “I grew up in the outskirts of Ba’slu city.”

Kaia, eng.

“Ah… right. That reminds me, I need to record a letter to my mom back home. I haven’t been able to send her one since just after graduation…” He shook his head a little. “Is this city a representation of your hometown then? Or is it a different one?”

-Kavox Monsant

“This is Ba’slu,” Kaia gestured around them. “I grew up in this library, in that cultural center, in that theater,” she smiled, nostalgia clear on her face. “If I had a proper simulation of the city I could take you everywhere,”she said thoughtfully. “Unfortunately this is a very small simulation. Just the library and the art museum…”

Kaia, Eng

“Better than I have,” Monsant said with a chuckle. “I don’t have any holorecordings of home. There’s probably a few of Bajor somewhere in the main databases, but at this point I’ve actually spent way more time on Earth than Bajor, because of the Academy.” He shrugged a little. “Well, I suppose the art museum might be worth a look. Can’t read books here, but we can look at paintings and sculptures right?”

-Kavox Monsant

Kaia nodded, stepping forward, deeper into the library. In the center of the room they were in was a large column, and around the column was a gap of a few feet with bridges. Kaia effortlessly crossed a bridge and stepped through a doorway, entering another, smaller chamber within the larger chamber.

Kaia, eng

Monsant followed across the bridge; being only a few meters above wasn’t that bad, after all. It’s not as if he was hundreds of meters… ugh… stop thinking about that!, he scolded himself. Once he had made close to the smaller chamber, he turned backwards briefly to look at where he had come from. No problem. “So it’s in the same building then?” he wondered.

-Kavox Monsant

Kaia nodded. “The art gallery is in the center of the library,” she said, and the new room immediately made her statement make sense. The room was a round chamber, with stairs going up one side and down on the other side. Between those stairwells was a collection of beautiful artworks. Paintings, carvings, sculpture, photographs, even framed sheet music and other forms of artistic expression were featured in this display. “A collection of the greatest artworks of my world. I came here all the time as a kitten. All the books, and all the artwork… for the Raka, artistic expression and story-telling are the highest forms of expression and achievement, so this whole structure holds an honoured position in our culture…”

Kaia, eng

He raised an eyebrow. “Was that a universal translator glitch, or did you call yourself a kitten?” he asked, a little grin on his face, once he got his bearings in the room. His eyes were instantly attracted to one of the sculptures in the room. “Some kind of reptile, it looks like… one of the other species on your world?”

-Kavox

Kaia tilted her head slightly, then smiled. She tapped the small computer attached to her wrist and began to speak. Notably, her accent was very different and much thicker than it had been a few moments earlier, and there was a halting quality to her words. She was physically speaking English. “I said that I was a [Ro’ne], which is like your word for… offspring. A… child,” she explained, a look of concentration on her face. A tap of her device, and she was back to being translated. “It must have been a translator glitch, although in a sense it is logical to call a young Raka a,” she spoke in English, “Kitten, since we are similar to the Earth species, cat. It would be similar to calling your offspring a kash just because you look like a hairless shek,” she shook her head in amusement.

She stepped over to look at the reptilian statue and nodded slightly, glancing at the label. The words were written in the Galdori script, and looked quite nice. “The form of this statue is similar to that of a Hatriku, although it does not depict an actual member of that species. This particular room, as far as I can tell, is devoted to displays regarding Galdori religion and mythos. This statue is of En’rys, and was one of eleven such statues on the top of an ancient temple. According to this label, this statue was the best-preserved of the bunch. What we are seeing is a holographic projection of a digital representation of a resin casting of the original statue,” she said with a small grin.

The statue itself portrayed the form of a Hatriku, wearing a breastplate and helmet and holding the remnants of what must have used to be a staff of some sort, although the majority of the staff had broken off and the statue was holding only the fragments of the staff which were closest to his hands. The breastplate had the emblem of the sun on the front. The pose of the statue seemed to be of an individual in combat, seeming about to strike something with the weapon. Kaia pressed a small button on the wall, and a small screen was revealed, playing a short video clip. The video showed an aerial view of the temple Kaia had mentioned, with the bases and ruined forms of eleven statues. Each statue had some broken pieces of rock around it, which were presumably the pieces that had been broken off, and there was a large pile of rubble in the center. A digital effect played, and there was now a computerized representation of what the scientists thought the display might have looked like originally.

The eleven gods, each with a different form. Labels flew over them, which Kaia read aloud for Kavox since the labels were in the Galdori script. En’rys (The armored Hatriku they were looking at, which was about 12 ft tall. His staff looked a lot like a scepter, and his scales were coloured a bright golden), Lu’ne (An armored Laleri with a sword and shield, same size as En’rys, Her shield was rounded, and patterned to look like the larger of the Galdori moons), Va’al (A 12’ tall Raka with massive wings, holding what looked like an hourglass in one hand, and what looked like a shepherd’s crook in the other. He wore a long cloak), Et’ro (A 9’ tall bear-like figure. While the others were carved to look like living beings, Et’ro was carved to look like he was made of stone), Te’en’pe (Another creature which was not one of the Galdori races, Te’en’pe was carved to look like a bird in flight. A 9 foot tall bird, but still a bird-like being), Na’ne’te (A Pipini held aloft in a spout of water), Py’ro (the first Arwan in the bunch. 9’ tall, carved to look like he was on fire), Ro’an’se (Another Arwan, she was surrounded by plants and small animals carved into the stone with her), Il’los (A Laleri carved to look similar to the larger statue of Lu’ne, he also held a sword and shield), Bri’git (A Raka, just as tall as Il’los, her form was somewhat disturbing. The left part of her body was normal, but the right was the form of a skeleton. Similar to lady justice, in her left hand she held a scale. Her skeletal right arm was bent, and on it was a winged creature which seemed about to launch), and Gla’si’na (A Hatriku who seemed to be wearing armor made of ice).

The central platform was left empty, Kaia reading aloud the caption. “It is not certain what the central figure was that the gods fought in this display, due to the extreme degradation of the rubble of whatever figure it was.”

Kaia, Eng

OOC: bump. and heh… oops, sorry for the wall of text. I got started and didn’t realize how much I’d written until I’d posted it already


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