Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

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Jasmine looked at Tov with an expression of deep thought. “Can we go back to the Monks of S’aai Mar who could communicate with the spirits,” she asked with a furrowed brow. “How did these people become special or could anyone be a monk with say training?” Her questions might have seemed off or confusing but more and more Jasmine was entertaining the theory of some sort of symbiotic or subconscious connection with the Graven’s society. This was not the first time she had heard of corporeal sentient beings. So what if the corporeal beings just needed a host to survive. If the host was not harmed the arrangement could go on indefinitely. Trill was a perfect example in her mind of this situation. The Trill society embraced the subconscious of another within a living being. From what she understood, the other memories the Trill accepted blended with that of the host but what if the Gravens were actually capable of interacting or controlling the host through genetic mutations passed down over millennia. Humans slept one-third of their life away so in theory if something was able to use this time, it was not like a human was actively using the life they spent sleeping. The moral and ethical implications of someone body-snatching you for an alternate life at night was a conversation for a different time. Right now they were just trying to see if that theory held true.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Raye heard Tov and frowned a moment in thought as he asked who had decided their future. Wynter’s question about the monks made her think as well. To Tov she shook her head slightly. “No one group or entity chose the destiny of our people. Our actions and the reactions from those moments are what led us down the path to where we are. We do things that build on the foundations before that and it leads us one way or another. If one wheel works to move a cart, we eventually learned that four wheels were better. We learned to make tech that performed better, or was smaller, or faster and each step led us forward. Are your monks the ones who decide your destiny? And are they they ones protecting your people by drawing us down in defense?” If a small ruling body was who chose the lines these people walked, and protected them from outsiders, then Wynter was right. They needed to talk to the Monks as soon as possible.

Raye
Diplomat

At that moment two figures appeared in a transporter light show: Maree, the Second Minister; and the Captain. Cochrane looked at Maree and then at Tov. “Doc, she’s having some problems. Most of which I am assuming have to do with the sudden separation of the energy forms and the physical ones. Help her out, but keep her near Tov.” and he looked at Tov. “You two have a choice to make. And if you don’t, this ship and everyone on it are going to die. And we will be killed by this ship being smashed into your planet… just like one from millenia ago. Only this time, with this ship… millions on your planet will be killed. We… you cannot let that happen. So between you and Second Minister Maree… you have to decide on what your people are going to do.” and he relayed all of the information about the ancient ship, the Monks, the previous choice not being made, and the Away Team.

Alex looked back and forth between the two, and then tapped his comms. =/\= Cochrane to Bridge. Open a channel between Sickbay and the Away Team. =/\= Once the channel was open, Cochrane said =/\= Manhattan to Away Team. You are on with Second Minister Maree and Mr. Tov. They, the Graviens, will make the choice. You, as their counterparts, will act in their stead on the planet. You will decide as they deem it to be. Lieutenant Naim, keep everyone there on track. I’ll do the same here. =/\=

Cochrane, CO

=/\= Naim here, =/\= the CSO replied instantly. =/\= Understood Sir. =/\= Looking at each member of the away team in turn, Kiama waited to hear what the two Gravians had to say and wondered which choice they would make.

~Lt. Naim, CSO

Tov frowned. “I’m not sure that that is how it goes,” he said, but wriggled painfully up to a more reclined position. “The Monks would. It sounds like the people who are there will need to choose. We can .. help.”

He took a deep breath that seemed to cause him some discomfort. =^= I think we should go on. Why wait more? It is not like we as a people are going to magically become better. Why cower in our state when we can go through this change. Whatever it is. =^=

Maree frowned, both in concern for her nephew and for what he said. =^= That’s foolishness. Stepping into the unknown is no way to launch into a new ‘state’. Certainly to .. boldly go .. implies growth and wisdom and the potential for a fall, but it is something we must deliberately take - eyes open. Not close our eyes and hope for the best to press on into .. what? =^=
- Wookiee

Cochrane could almost feel his ship being drawn closer and closer to planet. Looking from Maree to Tov, he said calmly and sincerely “Then it comes down to trust. Do you trust yourselves to make the next step? Do you trust in your people to do what they feel is right with new knowledge and new perspective? Or do you trust in your traditions and your practice more? Either way has it’s own inherent truths, and I am not here to tell you that you should choose one way or another. But traditions and history are not always the best judge of the future. It comes down to people.. individuals. ” and then he looked at Maree directly. “Do you, the caretakers, trust them -” and he nodded towards Tov, “- the next generation, to know what is best for them and where they will take your species… and the others who are involved in this? Remember, this isn’t a choice about now. It is about your future. And either way you choose, the future remains unknown. But choose you must. And soon.” As if to accentuate his words, the bulkhead behind the group let out a low groan as the pressure on the ship increased.

Cochrane, CO

Ensign Baht had retreated into the background of the sickbay, content to watch with wide eyes. He wasn’t sure he understood exactly what was happening in front of him, but Maree seemed to be the most articulate ‘caretaker’ he had encountered. Still, his previous experiences with the specters on the surface made him wary and he kept his distance. The choice they discussed was an interesting one… and Shon found himself agreeing with Maree. Progress should be made deliberately, with free will and intention. To allow an outside force to so drastically change your culture’s trajectory was to relinquish your own personal autonomy. And autonomy was a principle that the bolians held dear.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Pretha’s voice came up once more. “I think that remaining as you are and learning what and who you are may be better than making that sudden change. It seems to me that the awareness that you have to make a choice is also an awareness that there is a decision to be made. And can you honestly move forward without truly understanding where you currently stand? Whether it’s the land or the water or something else, you are divided. And I think learning to live that way first is a wiser choice than leaping blindly into the next situation only to be twice as lost in the next 12000 years.” She sounded lost, confused. How could someone move forward so blindly? To her it made no sense and that came across in her voice.

Pretha
CRIT Ldr

Cochrane looked at Maree and Tov. “Listen to me. This is a monumental choice… for you and your people. My crew and I have no right to tell you what choice to make, nor will we. But you must choose. And the more you debate, the more you drive a wedge between the two of you. But I think both of you are forgetting something most important… this isn’t just about you. Dia… the other entities that arise when you sleep… they are part of this. Your choice affects them as well. And sometimes… you have to decide what is best for the most, not just the one side. And those choices can be frightening. But you cannot let fear win. You have to set it aside. And Second Minister, Mr. Tov… you need to decide now. Look into your hearts and make the best choice for all concerned.” He then tapped his commbadge. =/\= Mr. Wyatt, time to impact please. =/\=

Cochrane, CO

Raye frowned. The choice shouldn’t have to be made under this kind of pressure. She hated that while the Captain wasn’t pushing, per se, it was their ship that was causing them to have to choose so quickly instead of consulting others or taking their time. Other than reiterating that it had to be their choice, she couldn’t think of anything else to say so she merely smiled and patted Tov’s arm. “You both already know the best course. You would have followed it from here out regardless of our arrival and the subsequent actions that have occurred. Trust that choice between you and don’t let its quick need to be voiced change you from your course.” Surely they had in mind what they wanted for their people. They would have been on that course already with the parting of their selves and the worries they voiced when the Manhattan had arrived and questioned about it. They just had to have faith in that path and continue upon it.

Raye
Diplomat