In the blink of an eye, the bridge was no more, and his homeworld was once again surrounding him.
This was not the holodeck, of that he was certain. Nor was it the Nexus. This was greatly different. Almost dream like.
Suddenly a woman was there, walking towards him from a dwelling a recalled a little all too well. She had long, curly blonde hair. She was all the woman he remembered. But she was gone, lost at the hands of the borg!
“The Orvos is alone.”
“The Orvos is fine being alone,” he replied rather quickly. “Where am I? And who are you?”
Another figure appeared, that of Dawson, his former first officer aboard the Aurora. He was tall muscular man, involved in anything requiring protection. “The Orvos is with us.”
“That was rather poignant. Who is ‘us’?”
And yet another figure, Stark Nightstalker. “We are the prophets. And you know of us.”
Orvos wracked his brain for the memory. “The prophets of the wormhole near Bajor?”
“The Orvos sees!” stated the figure of Ghubari Koraia.
“Apparently I haven’t seen it all,” he replied before asking. “Why am I here?”
“We wish to speak with you,” then replied the figure of Isabel Delaney, the security officer he had tried to calm down in their last mission.
“What do you have to say?”
Then, on cue, the figure of Janna Kingston moved forward deliberately. “You are Orvos the Nexus Protector, not Orvos the Nexus Wielder.”
That struck a cord with him. He was well aware of his work with the Nexus, and his tasks with it. Why were they sharing this with him? Nexus Wielder? He shook the thought aside. “You brought me in here to give me riddles?”
Suddenly, they were no longer on his homeworld’s surface, but on the bridge of the Athena, all prophets posing as figures still present.
A Klingon/Orion woman then appeared, that of the lounge owner newly arrived. “The Orvos does not like the message. The Orvos needs more.” There was a breathiness in her last sentence.
He shook his head as though trying to get something out. “You are in my mind,” he stated as he focused on them.
“The Prophets must know Orvos the Nexus Protector.”
“No, you don’t! Nobody needs to know. The Nexus Protector is alone for a very good reason.”
Suddenly, other figures moved by, many of people he knew on the Athena. Then the figure of Janna moved forward. “The Nexus Protector is not alone.”
And in the blink of an eye, he found himself, at his station on the bridge. The Athena now leaving the wormhole. His heart was racing. What the bloody hell was that all about? They knew far more than Orvos liked. Had they read his mind? Had stories of him been important to those living in the wormhole? It was impossible to tell. But he would be all the more careful now.
And was that what had happened to Ghubari Koraia? Had she been whisked in there? If time made it possible, he would be certain to ask.
The last words however were ringing with Janna’s voice inside his head. “The Nexus Protector is not alone…”
-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE
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