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Holodeck. Onboard The Flighty Temptress. At Warp.

Floating in the middle of a blank, colorless void seemingly without end, I sat still, legs crossed, breathing regularly and deeply, in a classic meditative pose straight out of a movie or television show. Between breaths my body would probably look as still as a statue to an outside observer, that was the level of control over my body granted to me by what I was. Despite how it looked, I felt entirely comfortable, entirely in the moment, as I felt my place on the ship and accepted my metaphysical place in the galaxy and in this universe.

While on the outside I was utterly still, my chest only intermittently expanding and contracting as I inhaled and exhaled, inside my mind I was building and destroying entire worlds, like I was a God, creating and giving breath to life through my will alone. I idly wondered if the truly God-like beings of this Star Trek universe might take offense at these thoughts, perhaps thinking me vain and reaching beyond my station, moments before they metaphorically smote me from a different layer of reality on a capricious whim. Yeah, it was probably best not to test the true limits of my Patron’s protections by voicing any of this out loud. You never knew who was listening and might take offense.

Still, I felt the distinct urge to create, to author, to build, and I hadn’t felt the urge to write a new holonovel in a long while. My focus these last few months had been firmly on my new ship, and on creating new technologies that would enhance my chance for survival in the years to come. Now that my ship was complete and in a good place, my creative urges were turned to more light hearted, but profitable pursuits.

My holodeck surroundings mirrored the utter desolation of my mindscape as I reached back into my hazy memories made in another body, with weak, baseline human senses and fallible, incomplete memories. I was employing Betazoid and Vulcan memory techniques and ironically, my pseudo occlumency, to dredge up every detail I could of 7 books and 8 movies that had been made in another time and dimension.

Comments

Anonymous

Fun is fun but why hasn’t gothic made a plan to covert the cardy’s ships in treasure island in to the next bajoran space fleet?

Durdens Wrath

I think it was hinted he'd be converting them to armed stealth cargo transports last chapter

Anonymous

Still even if he is to use most of them I would hope he makes at least a single bajoran spaceship even if it just carries the snub fighters around the planet. It will make him a real admiral.