Author: Keridwen
Title: Forgiven
Disclaimer: Star Trek Belongs To Paramount
Prologue:
A Hate
A crowd of figures materialized on the jade steps of the front gate to the city of Le'gin. They were most peculiar lot, but not in the way they looked. True, there was three humanoids with austere looking facial features and pointed ears, a blue skinned four armed hominoid who appeared to be breathing out of his neck, and three terran humans, all in different styles of dress, but that wasn't why they were peculiar. It was they way they acted.
The flat-faced Nillians in the market square ignored the group; they had extraterrestrial visitors all the time. They did however turn their senses towards the group to understand more about their intentions.
Nervous,
Hesitant,
Reserve coming from the three pointed ear ones,
Alertness from the blue one,
Anxiousness from the large human dressed in green and silver.
Anger? Yes anger coming from the human in the blue military uniform, but it was not directed at them. In his mind he was shaping and throwing his anger at the woman in the gray dress next to him.
And the woman's feelings?
Sadness, Regret, Guilt.
Deep Guilt.
The younger Nillians in the group were saddened. How could humans let such hurtful feelings develop to such an extreme stage?
The elder shoppers sighed with understanding. These humans could not help each other deal with their emotions through a psionic link, and therefore led a very stressful and hard lifestyle. The Nillians also understood that they could not help them in matters of controlling their hurtful emotions. They still had not perfected their abilities of reading emotions, and many wars spawned from hate and fears were still brewing on their planet. The planet of Nilana had just recently "seen the light" in matters of their own natures, and a new order was being formed. This new way of thinking, of using the psionic powers to help each other deal with emotions, now included over seventy five percent of the planets population, and was still growing. All of the Nillians were sick of war, and were ready to travel into space on peaceful missions of diplomacy and discovery. Yet, the planet was still torn between the growing pacifist movement and the age-old militant movement. Helping other races was out of the question until they could control the hateful intentions of their own people. That was probably why the New Comers where here. They knew that their chancellor had been so stressed because of the growing rebellion that he had asked the help of a group of peace loving people from other stars.
As the group left the steps the elder Vulcan ordered the rest of the group to activate a small device at their belts. A humming noise surrounded the newcomers, and the Nillians in the market square could no longer read them.
A psionic shield.
"The must be a diplomatic team from one of the great space powers", said an elderly man to his group of listeners. "They don't like us reading them when they are trying to bargain for something. Since they can't read us back I suppose it is a fair thing for them to do."
"But sir," said one of the younger listeners. "Doesn't that put us at a grave disadvantage? What if they come to deceive us!"
The elder looked at his young protégé. The young man had much to learn about they ways of the universe.
"Do you think we are so better than them? We have had our own deceptions and our own wars Korin. Keeping us excluded from the rest of the universe will only allow our faults to fester and grow. We should welcome what ever these new comers have the give for…."
He paused, shut his eyes and tried to read this new feeling he felt.
The old man could feel a new presence in the market square. The others seemed to have caught a bit of it too for many people stopped what they were doing to look about them. The new presence was not like the others. It was not thinking of buying or selling goods.
There were Evil intentions in the unknown presence.
"A Hate!"
The listeners looked around in surprise. A Hate! Here?
The old man stretched his senses further into the crowd. The person was moving forward towards the steps in a purposeful manner. There was death, destruction, and murder in the mind of the Hate.
"My friends, the offworlders are in danger!"
The listeners turned as one, to voice a warning, but it was to late.
A large explosion rocked the market place. It came from the front gate. The party of people who had just appeared a few minutes ago had disappeared. People ran and fled the smoke and falling debris. Minds shut down to keep out the cacophony of mind screams from the dying, and pain from the wounded. Psionic fields went up over the stalls and order was slowly restored.
The elder sat where he was, where he had first sensed the Hate. It had built up from a large determination and fear. A tear slowly slid down one of his old wrinkled cheeks. The Hate was now extinguished, as well as whatever good intentions the offworlders had thought to bring.
"Yes, my children," he whispered into the blowing dust of the explosion, "You have much to learn indeed about the ways of the universe. Fear will be your undoing as long as you harbor it and let it rest in your soul. Ask for the help others offer, before you turn into the Hate that destroyed our future today."
The sun slowly set over the market as rescue workers tried to sort out what had happened. In the darkening sky a light streaked across the horizon. A Federation starship.
Enterprise.
Title: Forgiven
Disclaimer: Star Trek Belongs To Paramount
Prologue:
A Hate
A crowd of figures materialized on the jade steps of the front gate to the city of Le'gin. They were most peculiar lot, but not in the way they looked. True, there was three humanoids with austere looking facial features and pointed ears, a blue skinned four armed hominoid who appeared to be breathing out of his neck, and three terran humans, all in different styles of dress, but that wasn't why they were peculiar. It was they way they acted.
The flat-faced Nillians in the market square ignored the group; they had extraterrestrial visitors all the time. They did however turn their senses towards the group to understand more about their intentions.
Nervous,
Hesitant,
Reserve coming from the three pointed ear ones,
Alertness from the blue one,
Anxiousness from the large human dressed in green and silver.
Anger? Yes anger coming from the human in the blue military uniform, but it was not directed at them. In his mind he was shaping and throwing his anger at the woman in the gray dress next to him.
And the woman's feelings?
Sadness, Regret, Guilt.
Deep Guilt.
The younger Nillians in the group were saddened. How could humans let such hurtful feelings develop to such an extreme stage?
The elder shoppers sighed with understanding. These humans could not help each other deal with their emotions through a psionic link, and therefore led a very stressful and hard lifestyle. The Nillians also understood that they could not help them in matters of controlling their hurtful emotions. They still had not perfected their abilities of reading emotions, and many wars spawned from hate and fears were still brewing on their planet. The planet of Nilana had just recently "seen the light" in matters of their own natures, and a new order was being formed. This new way of thinking, of using the psionic powers to help each other deal with emotions, now included over seventy five percent of the planets population, and was still growing. All of the Nillians were sick of war, and were ready to travel into space on peaceful missions of diplomacy and discovery. Yet, the planet was still torn between the growing pacifist movement and the age-old militant movement. Helping other races was out of the question until they could control the hateful intentions of their own people. That was probably why the New Comers where here. They knew that their chancellor had been so stressed because of the growing rebellion that he had asked the help of a group of peace loving people from other stars.
As the group left the steps the elder Vulcan ordered the rest of the group to activate a small device at their belts. A humming noise surrounded the newcomers, and the Nillians in the market square could no longer read them.
A psionic shield.
"The must be a diplomatic team from one of the great space powers", said an elderly man to his group of listeners. "They don't like us reading them when they are trying to bargain for something. Since they can't read us back I suppose it is a fair thing for them to do."
"But sir," said one of the younger listeners. "Doesn't that put us at a grave disadvantage? What if they come to deceive us!"
The elder looked at his young protégé. The young man had much to learn about they ways of the universe.
"Do you think we are so better than them? We have had our own deceptions and our own wars Korin. Keeping us excluded from the rest of the universe will only allow our faults to fester and grow. We should welcome what ever these new comers have the give for…."
He paused, shut his eyes and tried to read this new feeling he felt.
The old man could feel a new presence in the market square. The others seemed to have caught a bit of it too for many people stopped what they were doing to look about them. The new presence was not like the others. It was not thinking of buying or selling goods.
There were Evil intentions in the unknown presence.
"A Hate!"
The listeners looked around in surprise. A Hate! Here?
The old man stretched his senses further into the crowd. The person was moving forward towards the steps in a purposeful manner. There was death, destruction, and murder in the mind of the Hate.
"My friends, the offworlders are in danger!"
The listeners turned as one, to voice a warning, but it was to late.
A large explosion rocked the market place. It came from the front gate. The party of people who had just appeared a few minutes ago had disappeared. People ran and fled the smoke and falling debris. Minds shut down to keep out the cacophony of mind screams from the dying, and pain from the wounded. Psionic fields went up over the stalls and order was slowly restored.
The elder sat where he was, where he had first sensed the Hate. It had built up from a large determination and fear. A tear slowly slid down one of his old wrinkled cheeks. The Hate was now extinguished, as well as whatever good intentions the offworlders had thought to bring.
"Yes, my children," he whispered into the blowing dust of the explosion, "You have much to learn indeed about the ways of the universe. Fear will be your undoing as long as you harbor it and let it rest in your soul. Ask for the help others offer, before you turn into the Hate that destroyed our future today."
The sun slowly set over the market as rescue workers tried to sort out what had happened. In the darkening sky a light streaked across the horizon. A Federation starship.
Enterprise.