Posted by Ensign Dius Olsen Bogir (Scientist) in A Quiet Space - Herbology Exhibit - Lower Decks

Posted by Captain Shirazi Thorne (Captain) in A Quiet Space - Herbology Exhibit - Lower Decks

Posted by Ensign Dius Olsen Bogir (Scientist) in A Quiet Space - Herbology Exhibit - Lower Decks
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Three hours after Dius’ outburst in the Counsellor’s office........

It had taken DIus a long time to cool down from the rage that was boiling within. He had vented in several ways one after another.

First he had gone back to his quarters and changed into something appropriate for physical exercise and after a short stretch had just started to run. A loping strident pace that ate the distance of the lower decks. He ran and ran until while the exercise allowed him to channel the emotions into something non destructive eventually the thoughts that were churning and spewing forth from his rage were unable to contain itself and he had hit the holodecks.

The first program he ran was a security training routine for unarmed combat and that helped as he pounded and pummeled his opponents one after another. That was better than the running as he was able to really hurt something but it didn’t provide his blood lust what it really wanted. He engaged the program he had only ever run once. It was heavily encrypted, buried in the code base and keyed to his biometrics and most importantly, was without safeties.

It was bloody, gory and manic. It depicted the last memory of home that ever existed. He didn’t know how his parents had or even where they had gotten this memory from but he had constructed a holo program from it. It depicted the final fall of the capital as the Primus’ guard was overwhelmed. Dius took his position and the frantic fight for his life began. The mindless violence the casual death and destruction that raged around him and he let all the hurt out. With the swing of his Jian and every blast of his disrupter till he was screaming his hate and fear and rage and frustration.

Bloodied, beaten and spent emotionally and physically he managed to drag himself to the medbay because he was sure he had at least one cracked rib and several hematomas from some of the glancing blows he had taken.

OOC: Medbay portion has been split into a different thread.

After exiting sickbay he was starting to feel sticky and heart weary and while the blood letting had soothed some part it had highlighted others. He headed back to his quarters, ducking many of the looks from the other crew and after a lengthy sonic shower he dressed informally in civilian clothes. After what he had done in the counsellor’s room he doubted they’d be his quarters for much longer. The Captain had never really liked him and gods knows he’d given her little reason to change her mind. But something about her was just so infuriating, demanding a response to an almost unspoken challenge.

He took his Sitara down from the wall. It was the one peice of his heritage that he kept near him no matter where he went. He headed to the herbology section that he had helped to establish during his time on the Olympic. It contained flourishing samples of rare species from all over the quadrant and each had a different purpose and point within the collection. He sat on one of the benches and slowly closed his eyes as he rested the Sitara on his lap. This place was his special place as it radiated peace and order and sometimes, like now when he couldn’t cope with all the noise that other beings made. He could always come here and soak in the serenity of this place. It was the one thing that he was going to miss.

Eventually he lovingly caressed the strings of the instrument he held. His parents had insisted amoungst all the other lessons that he be proficient and he had mastered the instrument by the tender age of twelve. Almost of their own volition his hands started to pluck the opening notes to a song that was his mothers favourite.

This song was more suited to a females sonato but he could do it justice enough as he thought of his family. One of the many things that had been ripped away from him brutally over the years.

OOC: Disclaimer, no I did not write this song, It is sung by Dutch in the show Killjoys, if you want to find it on youtube search for Killjoys. 2x06. Song

He began softly, but slowly with more force......

The story starts with, a heart untamed
finding same
a promise winding r....ound our fingers
r......ound our fingers

Me and you

The story flows in, as boys and girls are
guarded on a fragile world
that is h......eld in our fingers
h.....eld in our fingers
And if the gods allow, and we race somehow
to make it to the end

Me and you.............Me and you

As his voice fell silent tears slowly fell down his cheeks as he sat staring off into the one remainder of his world.

– Ensign Dius Olsen Bogir

During this time, Thorne had been keeping tabs on him through the ship’s computer. Since he no longer wore his com badge, she’d had to call up his profile and have the computer system identify him by his features. It used facial recognition software to follow him through his attempts to work through the emotions that came about because of the situation.

She’d almost overridden the holodeck program when the computer reported it had no information about the simulation that was running, but she’d taken a deep breath and given him some space.

After hours of pacing the floor in her quarters and drinking coffee, she was informed that Bogir was now in the science labs. Not willing to wait any longer, Shirazi made her way there and stepped in. The sound of music caught her attention so she headed for it. It was Dius…

She’d stayed out of his direct line of sight until the song was finished. When she stepped out, she was hoping that with him feeling so sad and alone, that they might actually be able to have a conversation.

“That was beautiful. Where’s it from?”

—Thorne, CO

Bogir sat quietly for a moment or two more allowing the emotions to finish washing through him before he quietly replied. “Amoung other things it is a promise song. My mother sang it for my father on the day they were bethrothed to be married. Her father brought her to be displayed amoungst the other girls who vied for the chance. My grandfather played this Sitara as she sang her song and entranced my father so much that from that moment on there was only her.”

Dius sighed as he continued, “My mother would sing it to me as a child, whenever I was sad or scared or lonely.” He stopped for a moment before he asked Shirazi in a tired voice. “Why are you here.”

– Ensign DIus Olsen Bogir, Scientist

She stepped closer to where he sat. “Because something’s wrong. I’m kind of used to you losing your temper and being defensive around me…well, not used to it, but I expect it. Today, you let the counselor see that side of you too. You reacted like someone backed in to a corner who has to fight their way out.”

She sighed heavily and leaned against a nearby counter, folding her arms across he chest. “I don’t want to fight with you. But I can’t get rid of the feeling that I can help in some way… if you’d tell me how.”

—Thorne, CO

Dius continued to pluck notes from the Sitara, moving from the melody of the song to one that both was mournful and yet resonated with both strength and hope. HIs hands moved and threaded through the music as he considered Shirazi’s words. “You don’t know what you ask for, if you did you wouldn’t be so quick to demand it.” Dius paused again as he considered his words. “Trust is.....hard.”

– Dius

“I’m not demanding anything…I’m asking. And why don’t you let me make up my own mind about it instead of assuming I’d rather not know?” Her voice was soft in the lab. There was only the two of them and so far, no need for shouting.

—Thorne, CO

Dius stopped playing and turned his head to look directly at Shirazi. “I don’t have to assume. I know. Every day you wear that, tells me that you are not ready. That you don’t want to know. That you are happy in your safe and comfortable world here,” he said quietly but with intent.

“Aside from that, how long and where will you have me disembark.” Dius asked with a clear and firm voice.

– Dius Olsen Bogir

He eyed her glove as he spoke. Again, another reference to a thing he had no idea about. “This isn’t the first time you’ve mentioned my glove. Why does it bother you so much? Do you even know why I wear it? Is it that you want to see what I’m hiding beneath it?” She began to work the nude colored fabric from her left hand. “Its not a big secret. Just FYI, I’m not sure what species I am, but my father decided I was as close to Midasian as you can get.”

She freed the hand that was always confined and held it, palm up, for Bogir to examine. “When my hand comes into contact with something…anything…I pick up vestiges of thoughts, actions and memories of others who touched it before me. Its…its unnerving sometimes because I can’t just block it out. I have no control over receiving the information. That’s why I wear the glove. I think I’d go crazy with the constant input from it.”

—Thorne, CO

Dius’ eyes widened at what she had done. “I know perfectly why you wear it. The day we first met I offered to teach you about your gift, but you were too sure I was trying to climb into your pants to listen. Here” and at this Dius handed her his Sitar. “Read it, if you can” he said with a grin on his face.

– Dius

Again, Bogir thought he knew more about her than she did. That couldn’t be true though, unless he’d made a study of the Midasian people an important part of his life. Still, there was only so much information out there and as far as Shirazi knew, she’d read it all.

She tried to read his grin. Was it malicious? Was he looking forward to her experiencing his rage and dislike when she touched the instrument? She sighed and shook her head, not wanting to touch the Sitar, but reached for it anyway with her left hand. She’d done her best to try and prepare for the onslaught of negative feelings. Her fingers closed around the wood and she felt…nothing.

“Wait…” Exited and curious at the same time, Shirazi took the Sitar in both hands, running her fingers and palm over every surface of it. “I don’t…I’m not getting anything.” What kind of trick was he playing on her? She handed the stringed instrument back and took off her glasses to really look at Bogir. “What’s going on?”

—Thorne, CO

Dius took the Sitara back from Shirazi and he looked away from her and down at the instrument as he moved it so he could resume playing it. “It’s not just my Sitara either. You won’t be able to read any imprint from anything while in this room. But from the look on your face, I don’t expect you to believe me until you have checked for yourself. Go on, I’ll wait.”

Dius hummed to himself as he plucked at the Sitara while waiting for her to come to the conclusion that perhaps Dius did know a thing or two. While she wandered around he asked again. “You didn’t answer my question by the way.”

– Dius Olsen Bogir

En entire room with no psychic imprints? That was impossible! Every touch left something behind, even just a whisper of energy. Watching him carefully, Thorne reached out with one finger and touched the container of the nearest plant. Nothing. She touched the stool Bogir sat on. Nothing again. Confused, she walked over to the computer interface at the desk and carefully lay her hand across the touch screen.

“I…I don’t understand. Am I broken now? Why can’t I sense anything?” Even though her ‘gift’ wasn’t something she’d asked for, Shirazi was still used to having it and the thought that it was just…gone, was unnerving. In a kind of strange panic, she rushed the nearby door so it opened. Standing in the doorway so it didn’t close, she pressed her left hand against the bulkhead outside of the lab. Immediately, images burst into her mind of the last few people who’d leaned against that area of the wall. A handsome man in the blue of science and a small, Asian officer in the dreaded redshirt. He was flirting with her…

The Captain re-entered the lab and stared at Bogir. “How are you doing this?”

—Thorne, CO

Dius sighed, as it didn’t seem like he was going to get much back in the way of information until he’d at least answered a few questions. “How much do you remember of what I tried to tell you about the nature of psionics?”

– Dius Bogir

She did a quick search of her memory, but came up empty. “I don’t remember having a conversation like that with you. When did it happen?” Sans glove, Shirazi held her left hand in a closed fist to keep the touch sensors from coming into contact with anything.

—Thorne

Dius snorted, “Why am I not surprised. You seem to be very good at demanding answers from people, but you don’t seem to be good at actually listening to them when things are being said.” With a rather extended sigh as if why me he said. “Alright I will repeat what I attempted to explain to you the first day we met. Maybe now you are actually ready to hear it and utilise the knowledge.

A sharp retort came to mind concerning his continued use of the word ‘demand’ instead of ‘ask’, but Shirazi pressed her lips together to keep from speaking it out loud. Best not to interrupt Bogir if he was finally going to explain something to her.

“Psionics is a catch-all word for the field of cognitive disciplines and the study of that are traditionally refered to as psychic abilities. Including Telepathy, Empathy, psychokinesis and psychothermetics. In almost all cultures at best it’s understood as either metaphysical with no grounding or psuedo-science mumbo jumbo. However, one species came up with a theoretical model that is not flawless but is highly accurate in it’s predictive nature.

What species? She thought.

“Simply put it postulates that psionic species are essentially tapping into some kind of quantum or subspace field and possess a biological mechanism to somehow interact with the field. Now, unfortunately that species is now for all intents and purposes extinct So information is limited but it’s implications are enormous. Simply put all telepathicly capable species are essentially divided into two subtypes. Contact and non-contact. For example you are a contact telepath, whereas a Betazoid would be a non-contact type. Vulcans curiously are a mix of both.

A contact telepath…that bit made sense so far.

“Why this matters, well you have been attempting to control your abilities with a contact solution. While it is a laudable effort based upon the information available, it’s far from an ideal solution. As it is merely shielding you from your environment. What it can not do is shield the environment from you. For most telepathic species this wouldn’t be a problem. But......” at this point DIus turned to look her square in the eyes as he said with a piercing and fierce gaze. “Some, like myself hear anytime someone causes an interaction with the field. So every time you get upset, Every time you have a nightmare, decompress in the shower, everytime you relieve yourself with your partner. Which wouldn’t be a problem, as I’ve learnt to filter and tune out 99% of the residual background echo. But you are GORRAM loud, frequent and at all hours. I had to have the doctor heavily sedate me just to get some sleep that your grief couldn’t pull me out of when your father died.”

Shock at what he was saying and horror at the really personal bits, was apparent on Shirazi’s face as Dius described the emotions (if she were to believe him) he was forced to piggyback on because of her. Before there was time for her to pull together a decent response, he continued.

“But, how is this space free of imprints. The short answer is, it isn’t. Right now, the pieces of your biology capable of interacting with the field have for all intents and purposes been momentarily switched off. In essence your sitting in a far superior non-contact version of your muzzle.”

– Dius Olsen Bogir

The Captain turned away from Bogir, not sure she could meet his eyes if what he said was true—if he had been with her in some psychic way while she grieved for her father and during her most intimate moments with Collin. It was such a horrible, horrible invasion of her privacy that she was having a difficult time wrapping her mind around it. She told herself to breathe and go over his words again.

Eventually, Shirazi turned back to the Ensign. “That’s a lot of information to take on at once.” For the moment, she was going to try and avoid speaking about her experience with Collin. IF he’d let her, that was. “How can this entire lab be doing the same thing as my glove? And how are you making it happen?”

—Thorne, CO

Dius observed the play of emotions across her face as she processed the information he had given her. A flash of disappointment crossed his face at her questions. “Tsch” he expressed as he looked away from her. “I am doing nothing more then sitting here apparently wasting my time. Look around you, where are we. But you still have refused to answer my questions.”

– Dius Olsen Bogir

“What questions?” Had he asked her something?

Shirazi exhaled slowly at the possible importance of their conversation. Bogir had knowledge pertaining to her abilities that no one had ever offered her before, but why did he keep insisting that she knew something instead of just telling her what information he thought she had? Her abilities were mostly unknown and unused by her. She understood that if she touched someone or something with her left hand she would receive images and information—emotions and memories. But it wasn’t something she put to use very often because she didn’t have a lot of control over it. There had been no one to teach her. She could have explored it more on her own, but it just helped to further isolate her as a rarity.

Shirazi shook her head, trying to disspel the inner monologue. “I don’t understand. I’m not doing anything differently here than I do in my own quarters, but there isn’t even a trace of psychic energy here. Even in my quarters there are still whispers…”

—Thorne, CO