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Engineering Lab - The Artifact

Posted Aug. 1, 2020, 6:21 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim (Science Officer) (Silke Fahl)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in Engineering Lab - The Artifact

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim (Science Officer) in Engineering Lab - The Artifact

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Taking the box, her hands placed as best as possible on the hand prints, Kiama closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She then focused on the box and on opening it. At the same time she let her mental shields slightly down to make sure she’d be able to fully notice any changes in the box.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

The moment Kiama let down her mental shield slightly, she became aware of something different about the box. There was life, so much in that tiny amount she had let down her shields that for a moment it would be almost overwhelming with the suddenness of it.

Kiama gasped softly and very nearly dropped box she was hit by … something the moment she started to lower her mental shields. But she managed to continue to hold onto the box and keep her shields lowered.

Max would see that the lines that came from the hand holds on the box where Kiama had placed her hands had begun to glow, and spread from her hands out following the myriad of channels that traced their way all over the surface of the box, lighting the room with a soft golden glow. “You did something,” Max said softly, picking up a scanner and trying to get a reading from what was happening. “There is some kind of energy reading, but I don’t understand where it is coming from,” he explained, as the glowing lines slowly continued to spread.

For Kiama, the sensation might be hard to describe. Every emotion that was possible to be felt was there; joy, sadness, fear, jealousy, contentment and love, and many more that would feel strange to her. It was almost like voices could be felt in whatever connection had been made, but far too many to be able to make out just one clearly, and she would know instinctively that was never the function of it. She would feel that the energy Max spoke about was from her, and that the box was using it. She could stop at any time she somehow knew, she had full control, but she could also give more and open the box.

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

Kiama tried to sort through everything she was sensing from the box while also keeping it separate from herself. “I think the energy is coming from … me,” she whispered back, sounding slightly breathless. She knew she could open the box if she wanted to and she did want to. She just wasn’t sure if that was the smartest idea. What if there was something dangerous inside the box? Then again they were explores and if they didn’t open the box they would never find out what was inside. And she knew for herself that it would haunt her, probably forever, if she stopped now. So after taking a deep breath and focused even more on the box, thinking hard about opening it.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO


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