Central Library Formatting App Portion
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cpt_ray[This private cell will do well enough. She wonders to herself what the point is anymore. Is her story worth recording? Was it ever?
Because of the vastness of this place, her words echo the slightest bit. Between that and the nature of what's she's left - what she believes has happened - it feels like a report from a mausoleum. She takes off her Starfleet combadge and holds it in her cybernetic hand for the programmed 25 seconds before it clicks in response.]
"Jump Two-hundred Ninety-Three. The last jump, probably..."
[Her hazel eyes dart around the room.]
"The end of time, or what I think likely is the end of time, is -"
[The badge absorbs a mirthless chortle.]
"Much more lovely than expected."
[Her head perks up and she stares blankly at the wall for a few seconds.]
"I should be grieving, I think, but all I am is tired and numb." [With effort, she raises the recorder closer to her lips. "Maybe this is my punishment for sabotaging my handlers? Giving that shuttle an 'accident' would have solved everything according to the calculations. Just two lives for countless others - for the whole Time War and what's it's consumed." [A smile plays at her lips] "And such a self-sacrificing lot? They probably would even agreed to it!"
[A hand moves over her face.]
"But I chose to cement that anchor point - thier anchor point - in time with my own signal. I thought it would just destroy my ability to ever return to my time. That's all. Still selfish? Maybe." [She shuffles in her chair. The faint squeaks can be heard for a moment over the momentary muffling of her voice.] "But fate without heroes? Never. I could never - will never agree to that. Even if it means the end of the everything -" [Jules purses her lips.] "Because otherwise? Well, there is no 'otherwise.'"
[She sighs a five second sigh into the recording]
"Speaking of personal heroes? Dr. Soong is here. Doesn't remember me." [Jules doesn't realize how deflated she sounds.] "Not surprising. I mean, I did rewrite enough of the timeline. Who knows what or who else they sent back other than me? Sounds like he had a life - not a great one - but it likely beat seeing -"
[Another 5 second pause. Her voice lowers to a hushed whisper.]
"What the Mind Sifter showed him..." [Her voice picks up.] "He knows about Sela though. So I have to wonder what did carry over." [After another glimpse around around the room, she adds.] "Not that any of it matters. What matters is being called here; in the right here and the now."
"The Elders told me the Other-World, the one where life and death are the same, is just...stories...being played out for all time. Never-ending. Nothing starts either. It just is. If we did what our senses told us to, we'd be authors and supporting characters in countless ongoing stories. Not heroes ourselves, but important. Zarqiri. Agents of Active Fate."
[She licks her lips.] "Everything I knew may be gone. It maybe in limbo. I might be dead. I do know Dr. Noonian Soong is here. A human. At the end of it all. Beats me why. Whatever brought him here though? I see it as a comfort."
[With a decisive flick, she shuts off the recording mechanism. She sits for a few second contemplating the silence of this place. There, she thinks, should be more activity. Maybe it's just isolated somewhere?
It's only then that she then dares to ask the empty space.] "I heard you asked for help. What does it all mean?"
Because of the vastness of this place, her words echo the slightest bit. Between that and the nature of what's she's left - what she believes has happened - it feels like a report from a mausoleum. She takes off her Starfleet combadge and holds it in her cybernetic hand for the programmed 25 seconds before it clicks in response.]
"Jump Two-hundred Ninety-Three. The last jump, probably..."
[Her hazel eyes dart around the room.]
"The end of time, or what I think likely is the end of time, is -"
[The badge absorbs a mirthless chortle.]
"Much more lovely than expected."
[Her head perks up and she stares blankly at the wall for a few seconds.]
"I should be grieving, I think, but all I am is tired and numb." [With effort, she raises the recorder closer to her lips. "Maybe this is my punishment for sabotaging my handlers? Giving that shuttle an 'accident' would have solved everything according to the calculations. Just two lives for countless others - for the whole Time War and what's it's consumed." [A smile plays at her lips] "And such a self-sacrificing lot? They probably would even agreed to it!"
[A hand moves over her face.]
"But I chose to cement that anchor point - thier anchor point - in time with my own signal. I thought it would just destroy my ability to ever return to my time. That's all. Still selfish? Maybe." [She shuffles in her chair. The faint squeaks can be heard for a moment over the momentary muffling of her voice.] "But fate without heroes? Never. I could never - will never agree to that. Even if it means the end of the everything -" [Jules purses her lips.] "Because otherwise? Well, there is no 'otherwise.'"
[She sighs a five second sigh into the recording]
"Speaking of personal heroes? Dr. Soong is here. Doesn't remember me." [Jules doesn't realize how deflated she sounds.] "Not surprising. I mean, I did rewrite enough of the timeline. Who knows what or who else they sent back other than me? Sounds like he had a life - not a great one - but it likely beat seeing -"
[Another 5 second pause. Her voice lowers to a hushed whisper.]
"What the Mind Sifter showed him..." [Her voice picks up.] "He knows about Sela though. So I have to wonder what did carry over." [After another glimpse around around the room, she adds.] "Not that any of it matters. What matters is being called here; in the right here and the now."
"The Elders told me the Other-World, the one where life and death are the same, is just...stories...being played out for all time. Never-ending. Nothing starts either. It just is. If we did what our senses told us to, we'd be authors and supporting characters in countless ongoing stories. Not heroes ourselves, but important. Zarqiri. Agents of Active Fate."
[She licks her lips.] "Everything I knew may be gone. It maybe in limbo. I might be dead. I do know Dr. Noonian Soong is here. A human. At the end of it all. Beats me why. Whatever brought him here though? I see it as a comfort."
[With a decisive flick, she shuts off the recording mechanism. She sits for a few second contemplating the silence of this place. There, she thinks, should be more activity. Maybe it's just isolated somewhere?
It's only then that she then dares to ask the empty space.] "I heard you asked for help. What does it all mean?"
