In Nomine

Belen09

Admiral Malcolm Reed, retired from Starfleet, thinks about a comment he heard about some 'music', and it relates to humanity's role in the 'Universe', and Starfleet, and his love Trip. Rood series.

T/R PG-13 Deathfic

The characters in this work 'belong' to someone else, and I write this for my personal 'enjoyment'.

For Stan.

Retired Admiral Malcolm Reed liked to spend his Sunday mornings waking up to classical music; it was pleasant, and a fine way to ease into the day. One program he listened to almost 'religiously' focused on the older medieval through the renaissance period – the dulcet tones of the woman announcer declaimed on the various aspects of the particular selections played, and often she expressed opinions that 'authorities on that type of music' thought were pertinent.

This particular morning she played a piece titled 'In Nomine', which she said was representative of a group of musical works of that title – related to the celebration of the Mass. She stated that the 'experts' found that over one hundred and fifty pieces of music had that title, and that it was odd considering that the 'phrase' concerned a minor part of the service.

Malcolm thought about it for a moment – while he hadn't been to a Mass for a very long time – he did remember his Latin, and though it was a 'small' phrase, it was hardly minor. 'In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit . . .' was the full translation, and he huffed, thinking of all the things that had been 'done' under 'that name' . . .

'Things done in the name of' – the phrase occupied his mind, and he thought of his role in 'Starfleet' and the formation of the Federation – the first tentative steps of humanity into the maelstrom of the Universe. Things that didn't fit into his personal view of life, his personal ethics, and hardly anything that he thought he would be concerned with as a young 'innocent' child . . .

But then he thought of Trip, his dear love – and Malcolm smiled. The man had been sunshine to his darkness, even though the two of them had experienced terrible events, and Trip's mindset represented the 'best' of humanity, had been cheerful, curious, and loving . . . You could do a lot worse than 'do things . . . in the name of Trip . . .' The memory of his love had sustained Malcolm in his later years.

No, 'In Nomine' was hardly a minor phrase . . .