Posted Feb. 20, 2021, 7:32 p.m. by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Holodeck 3- A Long Way Down (and Up)
Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Holodeck 3- A Long Way Down (and Up)
Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Holodeck 3- A Long Way Down (and Up)
The only holodeck immediately available was all the way down on Deck 23, which suited Shara just fine, but it was a bit more difficult with Faye out of sorts. Such as it was. As Shara rambled on about nothing in particular, Faye didn’t respond but she also didn’t resist. If she had, Shara would have stopped immediately and redirected them to her quarters. At least it seemed that Faye was somewhat okay with this, even if she wasn’t going to say so.As she stepped into the turbolift she called out the deck and they were on their way. “Computer, send voice-to-text message to Captain Cochrane. Mark it urgent. Start message… Faye period It’s urgent Period Holodeck three Period Come if able if not I will update you as I can Period Shara End message.” The computer chirped in response and told her the message was sent.
When Shara and Faye arrived at the holodeck, she immediately knew what program to bring up: Faye’s Muir Beach program. Though she had never visited the place, it was the one program Faye had used many times over the years, despite not liking the holodeck. A detail that hadn’t gotten past Shara. She hoped the familiar place would be comforting. If not, they were in trouble.
When the program began they found themselves standing on a sandy beach overlooking the Pacific Ocean, whose strong waves pounded onto the shore about 20 metres in front of them. The coast curved to the right into a semi sheltered cove, but the rest was open to the water. Behind them, the land rise up in a large sweeping cliff that had a trail winding down to the beach. Large rocks dotted the base of the beach and sea grasses covered that area too. The air was warm but the wind coming in was slightly cool as the sun sank before them.
“Computer generate a campfire with driftwood seating around it, a large picnic blanket on the sand near the fire, as well as a picnic table. Also generate a thick additional blanket folded on the picnic blanket. and a folk guitar.” A few moments later the items shimmered into being and Shara coaxed Faye into a seated position on the blanket and draped the other blanket over her shoulders. Seating perpendicular to Faye so she could see her face as her daughter stared out into the water, Shara began to pick at the strings, playing old songs that might help bring Faye back to the surface.
~Sahra Calloway
It was less than four minutes when the doors to the holodeck slid open. Cochrane moved quickly through the door and stopped short, looking at the scene.
Quickly composing himself, he looked at Shara and said “Report.”
Cochrane, CO
Shara lifted her gaze to Cochrane, but her face was as relaxed as her demeanour. She kept playing, the song nothing in particular, but the chords and picked notes soft and light. “I went to the garden to ask her about the cat idea and I could tell something was wrong, I called her name but she didn’t respond, so I knew. She’s come willingly though, but she hasn’t said anything. I don’t know what the trigger was, so I didn’t want to try to pull her out if she wasn’t ready. I think we can safely say she’s come down from her high,” she said quietly, as if they were talking about the lovely weather present in the program and not her daughter’s apparent crisis.
~Shara Calloway
Cochrane looked at Shara and his jaw clenched. However he took a clue from Shara and when he spoke he sounded wholly nonplussed.
“I might have an idea.” he said quietly. He walked over and sat down next to Faye. As Shara played, he looked out over the ocean. A few moments in silence and then he started speaking in Vulcan.
“Heh ni nash-veh kal-tor hash-tor
fi-tor wuh pral heh wuh salan
ek’ ik nash-veh istaya nash-veh kupi ma vesh’
heh eku mashalo-thalv na’ ra nash-veh tor nam-tor”
(And so I let fly
Upon the waves and the wind
All that I wish I could have been
And set sail for what I am to be)
It was a line form one of his mother’s poems, and one of the ones from the book he had given her.
Cochrane, CO
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