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A Quiet Space - Herbology Exhibit - Lower Decks

Posted Aug. 22, 2018, 12:32 p.m. by Ensign Dius Olsen Bogir (Scientist) (Matthew Bernardin)

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 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 the once. It was heavily encrypted, buried in the code base and keyed to his biometrics and most importantly, was without safeties.

It wsa 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 as 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 litte reason to change her mind. But something about her was just so enfuriating, 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 goig 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


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