It's Impolite Not to Share
Chapter Six
Liam glanced at his unknowing father as he furrowed his brow, apparently listening attentively as Zo'or spoke to him. So far no one had any ideas, but Sandoval had pulled Zo'or to the side at least five minutes ago and they were having a whispered conversation. Zo'or seemed to be very upset by what Sandoval was proposing, though he was at least listening. Eventually they finished and moved over to the group, Sandoval presented his idea to the group.
"I think that the only way we can convince Discord to join with her sister is to get her to let go of her pride." "She refuses to show what she perceives as weakness to her sister by yielding." "Therefore, I suggest Zo'or initiate a sharing with her and each of us, hopefully, through a glimpse through our eyes, she will put aside her differences with her sister."
Liam stared at each of them in turn, "Well, I don't know if it's the best idea in the world, but it's got a shot, and it's the only thing we've come up with so far." "I get the feeling that we don't have much time to waste, I say we do it."
"The only problem with this plan is that if we do this we will have to allow the others to see our lives also, there is no way to initiate a sharing with this many participates who are non-Taelon and still preserve the privacy of all of those involved." Da'an said.
Liam paused and glanced at Zo'or, he knew that his father would be unlikely to do anything to him if it was revealed he was resistance, but his father's Companion was a different matter entirely. He wondered if Zo'or had changed enough to be trusted not to kill him because of his heritage and ties to the resistance. True, he had made no move against him yet, but it could be that he simply still needed him at the moment and after he had served his purpose he could very well order him dissected. However, after all of the thousands of heartless acts he had perpetrated on Humanity, as he looked into Zo'or's thoughtful blue eyes he did not think that the Taelon had it in him anymore. It was as if the hate, fear, distrust, and desperateness had been drained out of him. Liam wondered perhaps if this was through close contact with the Re'carusha, it was an interesting concept, but one he had no time to ponder. He had made his decision.
"I vote we do it, what I have to hide isn't worth the planet." Liam said decidedly.
Sandoval nodded, "So do I, but I don't think anyone is going to like my memories." he said sadly. Liam nodded and turned to Da'an.
"I agree, this planet is more important than even the memories I have long protected." Da'an said, they turned their attention to the last chosen to vote.
Zo'or glanced at his parent, who smiled and then at his long-time implant, Sandoval, who nodded encouragingly. Zo'or sighed, "Very well, but I warn you, my secrets are the kinds you will want to forget." Then he turned and walked to the Re'carusha sitting in the shadows by the wall, confident that they would follow. "Discord, I will ask you to reconsider our offer and join with your sister." Zo'or said.
"I have made my decision and it stands." she said, still crying.
"Very well, then we must attempt to change your mind," Zo'or said, reaching down he put one hand on the side of the Re'carusha's face and initiated the sharing.
Everyone grasped hands, Agent Sandoval taking the one Zo'or outstretched, and concentrated on their memories, but the Re'carusha refused to look at them, the sharing could not be completed unless her shields were lowered or breached and they simply did not have the power to reach her. Suddenly Liam, the end of the chain felt his hand grasped by a smaller one, it's mind entered the sharing, traveling through Liam, Da'an, Sandoval, and Zo'or until it reached it's sister. Liam was astounded by the power in that mind, he had some idea of how uncomfortable it must have been for Sandoval and Zo'or when Discord had psychically attacked them, he could feel it through the links when Harmony broke through her sister's shields. After that, however, he had no time to marvel at the Re'carusha's mind, he was much to busy trying to absorb the lives of three very complex people.
~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~
He saw Da'an, on a faraway planet, speaking to his fellow Taelons, completing treaties, working with at a desk-like table, holding a child Zo'or, and later arguing with the same child. He felt the emotions as Da'an had felt them, frustration at his fellows lack of understanding, satisfaction at his accomplishments, and a deep abiding love for the child he had raised, and then a sadness for the loss of the nearness they had shared. Through it all, though, they could feel his desire to forgive and be forgiven by his child. He also felt a something else that Da'an wanted, it went by too fast for him to examine it, but he got the feeling it had to do with him.
Then there was only a peaceful feeling, as if everyone he loved was safe and everything was right in the world.
~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~
He saw his father, all of the memories that were locked in his head, but this time in crystal clarity. Liam watched as his father grew up, learned about his culture, fell in madly in love, got married, and then as his marriage fell apart, his emotions became buried, the terrible things he did and the terrible things he suffered. Then came his father's emotions, at times so incredibly joyous that it was almost intoxicating, at time so hopeless and despondent that it touched the very depths of despair. Joy in love, then pain at it's loss, and then a long period of emotionless dessert followed by a slowly developing feelings again for Liam's mother, and then back into the emotionless void. Then suddenly, the enormous freedom of thought when he was released from his MI, and wonder at the world, instead of the blind hatred toward those who had handicapped him for so long. Lastly a deep restfulness settled over him like a blanket, and he stopped worrying about the future for awhile.
~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~
Liam saw his life again, all of his moments, from his first conscious awareness, to this moment in time. He saw his birth, growth, and maturity. He felt again all of the emotions as he was recruited to the resistance, saved Da'an's life, rejoined his mind to the commonality, enjoyed simple pleasures, and faced his worst fears. He felt all of the same confusing feelings that he associated with Da'an, and this time he took a brief moment to wonder why Da'an threw his mind into such chaos. Soon, however, his thoughts moved on. There was the pain, the sorrow, the betrayal, but also the happiness, compassion, and hope, all of his emotions, so raging and fiercely felt, but so comforting in their familiarity. He smiled at the idea of such comfort, as the world stopped
for a long quiet moment.
~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~
He saw Zo'or, on the same faraway planet, playing with his parent, speaking to different Taelons, working on a data pad for his teacher, having a loud disagreement with Da'an, and then his triumphs over his fellows and his eventual promotion to the head of the Synod. They saw the horrible things he had ordered, but this time they felt the emotions behind them. They felt the desperation, the rush to find a solution, the horror and anger, followed by the guilt and self-remorse. They felt the pain at being thought a monster by Taelons and Humans alike and the rejection by everyone because of his all-encompassing drive to save his race at any cost. They knew that before and after ordering the implementation of any of his 'projects' he had sometimes been so emotional that he had to closet himself away in his private quarters so no one would see him shake and weep. And they saw his mask, foremost, always the mask between him and his pain, until something, someone, finally came and gave him a moment of tranquility, and finally he could be still for a moment, until the mask was needed again.
~~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~~
Liam opened his eyes and felt the drying tears on his face. He had never imagined a sharing could be that intense, he realized now that Da'an's sharing had never been anything like what had just occurred between the four of them. They could not help but to be forever bonded by their memories and their pain. Liam finally understood why they had been chosen. Who else could relate to the separation, loss, pain, and confusion of the Re'carusha at that moment? He only hoped it had been enough. He glanced around at his companions, some of them also wiping tears from their eyes, and then at the small dark figure on the ground nearby. It came down to the final moment, when Discord would look up and they would see either acceptance and compassion in her eyes, or dismissal and pride, slowly, ever so slowly she tilted her head up and met Liam's gaze.
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Whew! Ok, yet another cliffhanger, and you are either about to strangle me, or you really couldn't care less and are only reading this so you can tell me without lying that you read it and you HATED it. Well, more power to you, I'm all for that whole 'tell the truth' bit. Anyway, hoped you liked it, the rest will be along soon......maybe. Until next time, May all your dreams come true, including the nightmares, because after all how are you to know a good dream without bad ones to compare them to? ~Y. W.
Chapter Six
Liam glanced at his unknowing father as he furrowed his brow, apparently listening attentively as Zo'or spoke to him. So far no one had any ideas, but Sandoval had pulled Zo'or to the side at least five minutes ago and they were having a whispered conversation. Zo'or seemed to be very upset by what Sandoval was proposing, though he was at least listening. Eventually they finished and moved over to the group, Sandoval presented his idea to the group.
"I think that the only way we can convince Discord to join with her sister is to get her to let go of her pride." "She refuses to show what she perceives as weakness to her sister by yielding." "Therefore, I suggest Zo'or initiate a sharing with her and each of us, hopefully, through a glimpse through our eyes, she will put aside her differences with her sister."
Liam stared at each of them in turn, "Well, I don't know if it's the best idea in the world, but it's got a shot, and it's the only thing we've come up with so far." "I get the feeling that we don't have much time to waste, I say we do it."
"The only problem with this plan is that if we do this we will have to allow the others to see our lives also, there is no way to initiate a sharing with this many participates who are non-Taelon and still preserve the privacy of all of those involved." Da'an said.
Liam paused and glanced at Zo'or, he knew that his father would be unlikely to do anything to him if it was revealed he was resistance, but his father's Companion was a different matter entirely. He wondered if Zo'or had changed enough to be trusted not to kill him because of his heritage and ties to the resistance. True, he had made no move against him yet, but it could be that he simply still needed him at the moment and after he had served his purpose he could very well order him dissected. However, after all of the thousands of heartless acts he had perpetrated on Humanity, as he looked into Zo'or's thoughtful blue eyes he did not think that the Taelon had it in him anymore. It was as if the hate, fear, distrust, and desperateness had been drained out of him. Liam wondered perhaps if this was through close contact with the Re'carusha, it was an interesting concept, but one he had no time to ponder. He had made his decision.
"I vote we do it, what I have to hide isn't worth the planet." Liam said decidedly.
Sandoval nodded, "So do I, but I don't think anyone is going to like my memories." he said sadly. Liam nodded and turned to Da'an.
"I agree, this planet is more important than even the memories I have long protected." Da'an said, they turned their attention to the last chosen to vote.
Zo'or glanced at his parent, who smiled and then at his long-time implant, Sandoval, who nodded encouragingly. Zo'or sighed, "Very well, but I warn you, my secrets are the kinds you will want to forget." Then he turned and walked to the Re'carusha sitting in the shadows by the wall, confident that they would follow. "Discord, I will ask you to reconsider our offer and join with your sister." Zo'or said.
"I have made my decision and it stands." she said, still crying.
"Very well, then we must attempt to change your mind," Zo'or said, reaching down he put one hand on the side of the Re'carusha's face and initiated the sharing.
Everyone grasped hands, Agent Sandoval taking the one Zo'or outstretched, and concentrated on their memories, but the Re'carusha refused to look at them, the sharing could not be completed unless her shields were lowered or breached and they simply did not have the power to reach her. Suddenly Liam, the end of the chain felt his hand grasped by a smaller one, it's mind entered the sharing, traveling through Liam, Da'an, Sandoval, and Zo'or until it reached it's sister. Liam was astounded by the power in that mind, he had some idea of how uncomfortable it must have been for Sandoval and Zo'or when Discord had psychically attacked them, he could feel it through the links when Harmony broke through her sister's shields. After that, however, he had no time to marvel at the Re'carusha's mind, he was much to busy trying to absorb the lives of three very complex people.
~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~
He saw Da'an, on a faraway planet, speaking to his fellow Taelons, completing treaties, working with at a desk-like table, holding a child Zo'or, and later arguing with the same child. He felt the emotions as Da'an had felt them, frustration at his fellows lack of understanding, satisfaction at his accomplishments, and a deep abiding love for the child he had raised, and then a sadness for the loss of the nearness they had shared. Through it all, though, they could feel his desire to forgive and be forgiven by his child. He also felt a something else that Da'an wanted, it went by too fast for him to examine it, but he got the feeling it had to do with him.
Then there was only a peaceful feeling, as if everyone he loved was safe and everything was right in the world.
~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~
He saw his father, all of the memories that were locked in his head, but this time in crystal clarity. Liam watched as his father grew up, learned about his culture, fell in madly in love, got married, and then as his marriage fell apart, his emotions became buried, the terrible things he did and the terrible things he suffered. Then came his father's emotions, at times so incredibly joyous that it was almost intoxicating, at time so hopeless and despondent that it touched the very depths of despair. Joy in love, then pain at it's loss, and then a long period of emotionless dessert followed by a slowly developing feelings again for Liam's mother, and then back into the emotionless void. Then suddenly, the enormous freedom of thought when he was released from his MI, and wonder at the world, instead of the blind hatred toward those who had handicapped him for so long. Lastly a deep restfulness settled over him like a blanket, and he stopped worrying about the future for awhile.
~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~
Liam saw his life again, all of his moments, from his first conscious awareness, to this moment in time. He saw his birth, growth, and maturity. He felt again all of the emotions as he was recruited to the resistance, saved Da'an's life, rejoined his mind to the commonality, enjoyed simple pleasures, and faced his worst fears. He felt all of the same confusing feelings that he associated with Da'an, and this time he took a brief moment to wonder why Da'an threw his mind into such chaos. Soon, however, his thoughts moved on. There was the pain, the sorrow, the betrayal, but also the happiness, compassion, and hope, all of his emotions, so raging and fiercely felt, but so comforting in their familiarity. He smiled at the idea of such comfort, as the world stopped
for a long quiet moment.
~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~
He saw Zo'or, on the same faraway planet, playing with his parent, speaking to different Taelons, working on a data pad for his teacher, having a loud disagreement with Da'an, and then his triumphs over his fellows and his eventual promotion to the head of the Synod. They saw the horrible things he had ordered, but this time they felt the emotions behind them. They felt the desperation, the rush to find a solution, the horror and anger, followed by the guilt and self-remorse. They felt the pain at being thought a monster by Taelons and Humans alike and the rejection by everyone because of his all-encompassing drive to save his race at any cost. They knew that before and after ordering the implementation of any of his 'projects' he had sometimes been so emotional that he had to closet himself away in his private quarters so no one would see him shake and weep. And they saw his mask, foremost, always the mask between him and his pain, until something, someone, finally came and gave him a moment of tranquility, and finally he could be still for a moment, until the mask was needed again.
~~~~~~*Flash*~~~~~~
Liam opened his eyes and felt the drying tears on his face. He had never imagined a sharing could be that intense, he realized now that Da'an's sharing had never been anything like what had just occurred between the four of them. They could not help but to be forever bonded by their memories and their pain. Liam finally understood why they had been chosen. Who else could relate to the separation, loss, pain, and confusion of the Re'carusha at that moment? He only hoped it had been enough. He glanced around at his companions, some of them also wiping tears from their eyes, and then at the small dark figure on the ground nearby. It came down to the final moment, when Discord would look up and they would see either acceptance and compassion in her eyes, or dismissal and pride, slowly, ever so slowly she tilted her head up and met Liam's gaze.
~~~~~~~~
Whew! Ok, yet another cliffhanger, and you are either about to strangle me, or you really couldn't care less and are only reading this so you can tell me without lying that you read it and you HATED it. Well, more power to you, I'm all for that whole 'tell the truth' bit. Anyway, hoped you liked it, the rest will be along soon......maybe. Until next time, May all your dreams come true, including the nightmares, because after all how are you to know a good dream without bad ones to compare them to? ~Y. W.