---ZO'OR: FINAL CONFLICT---
a story on several instalments
the usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC characters (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
1
Zo'or is my favorite character from the show EARTH: FINAL CONFLICT. My second favorite character is Da'an. I guess I'm a 'Taelon Lover' then.
By being that--'a Taelon Lover'--I mean that somehow both Companions are currently living within my fantasies, and among other fantastic beings-- some alien; some native, conceived within my psyche and secluded under the veils of secrecy.
Yet I will say that those Taelons have dared to enter my sacred inclosure asking for help, for a chance to redeem and save themselves. After acknowledging their request, the rightfull natives of my mind held a meeting... and one by one asked to be excused from helping them. The general reason why was an imposible to describe feeling developed after the common idea that reads ''THOSE TWO AND THEIR PEOPLE ARE A BUNCH OF LOSERS'' so it seemed that nobody wanted to be identified with the Companions.
Nobody... but the-one.
That 'one' that I'm refering to spends herm time traveling around. Herm fantastic chambers aboard herm ship resembles an enormous faceted gemstone, which happens to be hollow, its walls moving swiftly around its owner at the very center. Each facet shows images from realities past or in progress taken from brains around which act as emisors. This 'one' thus is aware of everything tickling herm interest, not because of the fact that et can perceive by spherical point of view, but by that spiritual grace some people have to always get hooked on traying to save--by the point of view of the majority inside me--lost causes.
So this 'one' took on trying to save the Taelons from their downward spiralling into oblivion. Et played all EFC episodes et was aware of at the same time in herm fascinating chamber, and observed while submerged in herm colosal jelly tank. Et isolated the episode Epiphany as the best break Taelons could ever have to save themselves as a race after founding most Companion' tales risible, pathetic or simply cultish; each story tended to push Taelons farther into the void. Yet, contrary to all popular opinion as the-one used to be, et resolved that Zo'or should have been the one to enter last into death-stasis. Why not Da'an? The-one didn't think him capable of playing savior to anybody--Taelons or Human or Jaridians alike-- ; Da'an's tendency towars suffering and his recurring compasion was considered by the-one as a disadvantage at this time, not to mention his addiction weakness and his failure as a parental figure. So the-one decided Zo'or was going to be the-chosen.
*********
INDIVIDUALITY GRANTED
After finishing to drain most energy from his parent, still Zo'or's menacing visage was well in touch with the dreams he was recalling, visions of his present travelling back to his miserable past. An euonian litany of contemptous phrases reminding him again. **...you were willing to let me die, Da'an... but I am hardly the monster you are... all of you...** he dared to transmit to the now deaf link of the Commonality, his thought like a dry echo no Taelon could be aware of...
... **I'm free,** he suddenly realised; and yelled out some of his frustrations, blamed them on the remaining members of his race and reveled on threatening each member of his species by name... knowing they won't know, anyway they were helpless. **Yet, I have to think a solution** he thought after lowering the levels of energy to the necessary amount to sustain stasis. Death was near him also, as he thought he could foresee his life's end some hundred of years into some uncertain future, too little time to think a way out from his fate and to enjoy THIS his long time wish now found.
But, alone or not, Zo'or had duties requiring attention. He entered the deserted bridge of the Mothership as the only sovereing Taelon, sealed it, and took his comand chair with the dignity of a king. Time to play Leader of the Synod again, so he openned the datastream and called for both Sandoval and Kincaid.
''Zo'or,'' greeted Sandoval. ''I was just going to call you,'' he said matter of factly.
''Where's Kincaid?''
''The subject of my call was to tell you that Liam Kinkaid is dead.''
''Dead...'' said Zo'or showing a blank face while supressing hard his blushing and thinking **...so Liam Kincaid has embraced the Void...**
''Yes. It seems that he was weak due to some kind of DNA deterioration. Apparently, he didn't want to die, I found him dead after entering stasis...''
''How can Liam Kincaid enter stasis when humans are forbidden to the secrets of such procedure?'' Zo'or's words were straight and fluid.
''Kincaid robed the protocols that allowed him to enter stasis; but it seems that he waited too long. Right now I'm after Dr. Curzon and Renée Palmer...''
''Forget them for now. Come to the Mothership at once,'' Zo'or said and closed the connection.
Zo'or didn't have a real order to give Sandoval, not at that time; now he would think up something while waiting for the implant to arrive. Solitude was so comforting he probably decided to finally grant Sandoval his ''inmortality''--a place on the stasis chamber, so he could have him at his service whenever he wish to awake him during the next years. **I don't care if it can be supperflous to enjoy my uniqueness now. I waited for too long.** He took a look at himself starting with the palm of his hands down from his seating body to his platform shoes. It ocurred to him that there was no wickedness in wasting a couple of minutes of his most precious time, so he indulged in watching himself walking some steps while sitting so he could spin around on his command chair; the sensation was pleasing, so he did it again; and again, this time faster. A smile wider than a smirk bloomed on his face, and he himself was caught by surprise when he actually listened to his own voice laughing as his humanoid façade dropped.
**Why is that I waited so much before enjoying mindless simplicity?** he thought really amused after unnumbered spins-arounds; he didn't notice Sandoval who stood perplexed at his childish recreation.
''Zo'or,'' Sandoval decided to adress his playful master, who quickly stopped and regained his composture, ''are you alright?''
''Perfectly,'' Zo'or answered with a gratified smile; ''in fact, I have never felt better.''
''Yes,'' answered the implant while noticing that Zo'or's blue marks of decay had dissapeared from his human façade making his 'skin' look his healthy fairness of five years ago, ''you look fine indeed'' said Sandoval with a hint of suspicion in his voice.
''Do not misjudge my sudden wellbeing, Agent Sandoval. I have made sure all the members of my kind have entered death-stasis, so I can reach resolution to this our crisis without delays or opposition. I have remained awake so I can guide humans in our next quest. That decision I have made in the best interest of both our peoples.''
''So what is that you are offering me now, Zo'or?''
''I offer you passage into the future, Agent Sandoval, as well as power, technology, and wealth,'' Zo'or had a hint of a smirk in his face. ''Join me and we both will rule unchalenged. My people already had complied with my wish to guide them to the future, make your people see the wisdom in working with us... use whatever means necessary.''
''And what if I refuse?''
Zo'or stepped out of his chair gracefully, supressing his breathing; walked towards the large window that offered a breathtaking view of the blue planet, stared for a moment at the beauty of Earth; ''you won't,'' Zo'or said without eyeing his attaché.
Sandoval seemed unaltered, his mask prevaled well put, yet his mind dispatched a shiver throughout himself that made him blink once he recalled the images of his now obliterated birthplace in crude detail thanks to his CVI. ''Very well, Zo'or. So, what do you want me to do now...''
Zo'or ignored his implant question for a moment, his eyes lost over the beauty of the planet in front of him. He extended his hands towards the spheric image, boths index fingers and thumbs joined together creating the figure of a circle in which to enclose the orb of Earth before his point of view. ''Agent Sandoval, I reached a decision,'' the companion graceful silhouette held that estrange but beautiful pose, while Sandoval tried to make sense of his behavior: ''for the time being I would like to remain alone and... undisturbed.''
''Whatever you say, Zo'or.''
Zo'or abandoned his pose to face his implant. ''You do not understand me, do you, Agent Sandoval?'' His slim body on his blue jumpsuit besides the image of Earth over the window was a picture of beauty.
''I would be more useful if you explain yourself better, Zo'or.''
''Yes... indeed.'' And then Zo'or called in his personal guards who flooded the bridge in seconds, arms in hand ready to dispose with their companion annoyance. ''Escort us to the stasis deck, make sure Agent Sandoval take his rightful place... there... until I need him again.''
*********
After two weeks, Zo'or began to get bored.
Really bored.
The joys of simplicity became hollow, he missed intrige, gossip, Sandoval's insolence, and even T'Than. His life was as a copy of a recorded ritual of what is a common housewife everyday. **It appears I have the need... of the Commonality.**
He recalled what he did first after putting Sandoval to stasis, remembered the acute sense of paranoia suffered as he ran back to the bridge and from his command chair executed one of those control subrutines so he can keep everyone abord on line--he sent a remote command to all functioning implants ordering them to follow a specific set of work rutines, leisure time and sleep around the clock thus reducing the chance for any 'angry' volunteers to harm him. He released several gases into the artificial atmosphere of the Mothership which induced senses of relaxation among the volunteers. He walked around always with a small kind of implant disruptor device tied to his wrist as if pepper spray.
His paranoia seemed unfounded from his experiences inside the body of Scott Pierce as if an uncomfortable after effect, so he was also afraid of people, afraid of revenge.
He took to open his datastream often to access the world media looking for any opinion humans could have about Taelons... He found everything: from a couple of stray families demanding the return of their missing 'volunteer' relatives, and even comedy---he actually laughted at an actor trying to impersonate him before stopping after seeing some woman hit away the head of a dummy impersonator with a broomstick---; to serious analysis on the situation of the 'sleeping companions' in which common folks thought about themselves to be defense experts evaluating a miriad of posibilities on what to do with the Taelons, the Moon Base, and the Mothership... on public access TV. **You humans wish to kill me,** he thought, **yet I am sure you would had acted like me if you were the ones holding my position.**
Soon after he didn't want to see anymore.
Later, he started to feel a kind of emotional instability, he understood something he never couldn't if it wasn't for the present events. It seemed for him that his Taelon overpride had his root on the existence of their psychic reality, and no matter how conceited or whimsical a Taelon could be, he was never alone. Taelons used to adulate achievers a lot, and most of the flattering was done in an exquisite way via the Commonality. Great achievers usually grew proud of themselves. ...and losers... well, let say that if no one could stand your link to the Commonality they will ask you politely to go to hell using the phrase 'to the next plane' as an euphemism.
So Zo'or was starting to feel lonely. He would have liked to share this newly arrived feelings he was having... as a matter of fact, he was craving to share... but there were no Companions awake, not even considered 'alive'. **Sha'bra,** Zo'or thought as he touched the depts of loneliness; and paranoia invaded his brain again, and this time he was mad at the posibility of never be able to survive this Taelon crisis. And he sensed something new around his psyche... **...guilt?...** No, he couldn't allow that to happen--to feel like an individual was becoming piercing--: he needed a Commonality substitute. NOW.
...or he would get mad... or he will have to comply with the damned Taelon Imperative religion and get on the stasis bed **...sha'bra...**
**NO.**
He openned again the virtual panel, dialed a connection to the internet, and wandered around. He searched for --people humans chat forums taelons-- and read with incredible swifteness everything pertaining to 'friendship'... he couldn't understand such a 'hollow concept'. **How can I befriend a member of this... pityful species? They are inferior indeed: they lose their time becoming stupid, lying, flamming each other...** and then he included some euonian insults he enjoyed to say outloud and transmit them to the deaf link of the Commonality. He closed the connection not knowing what was worst: to bear his loneliness stoically or to mix himself with **...the dirt of humanity.**
So, Zo'or felt a tiny amount of fatigue. He closed the connection to the web and the virtual panel; turned around his seat as if he could enjoy the view of Earth with close eyelids. He turned on the energy shower. As luminous sprinkles began to pour over him, he opened his eyes, realising that something was wrong with the energy coming out of the shower--it wasn't what he used to have.
''Computer, show me a list of the energy supplements currently being used on the showers.'' Zo'or recieved a list of one item. ''Computer, where are all the other variables?''
''There are no other variables.''
''Access 'energysupplements'.''
''The program have been removed and erased.''
''On whose authority?''
''Da'an.''
''Sha'bra,'' said Zo'or visibly enraged. **It seems Da'an won't stop until I take to enter death stasis. ...and I don't want to go... into oblivion...** he pouted; **...at least real death would allow me to carry on on my own... but under which circunstances...?**
Almost instantly, Zo'or asumed a much-frowned-upon meditative pose--- joining his hands together in a prayer fashion---: the urge to collect himself triggered a sudden need for a hint of the spiritual. A couple of euonian words hissed softly out from his mouth, his energy started flowing around his arms and shoulders, softly invading all his torso until his solid façade dropped. He wasn't 'feeding'; yet, he could somehow recall the comfort while having his energy supplements doing that sort of meditating. His face showed clear satisfaction to the empty bridge, even his mouth let escape some moaning... when suddenly something new happened to him: he flashed and sparkled. He didn't had time to stop that what he was doing, he didn't even had time to stop himself from falling into some unknown place within his conscience, he got lost in the trance inwards to the center of his inner being---where his energy shone so bright it was imposible to percieve by the usual senses; being there was as if being inside a sun...
...
...
... ... ... ...
...
Zo'or opened his ice-blue eyes; they both shone as bright as the stars of his destroyed homeworld. The Mothership seemed to lose its locked position; Zo'or came out from his disturbing dream to find raw sunlight all over him.
*********
Good? Bad? Fair?
I welcome comments and feedback.
Next: Zo'or will expose his birthday memories.
a story on several instalments
the usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC characters (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
1
Zo'or is my favorite character from the show EARTH: FINAL CONFLICT. My second favorite character is Da'an. I guess I'm a 'Taelon Lover' then.
By being that--'a Taelon Lover'--I mean that somehow both Companions are currently living within my fantasies, and among other fantastic beings-- some alien; some native, conceived within my psyche and secluded under the veils of secrecy.
Yet I will say that those Taelons have dared to enter my sacred inclosure asking for help, for a chance to redeem and save themselves. After acknowledging their request, the rightfull natives of my mind held a meeting... and one by one asked to be excused from helping them. The general reason why was an imposible to describe feeling developed after the common idea that reads ''THOSE TWO AND THEIR PEOPLE ARE A BUNCH OF LOSERS'' so it seemed that nobody wanted to be identified with the Companions.
Nobody... but the-one.
That 'one' that I'm refering to spends herm time traveling around. Herm fantastic chambers aboard herm ship resembles an enormous faceted gemstone, which happens to be hollow, its walls moving swiftly around its owner at the very center. Each facet shows images from realities past or in progress taken from brains around which act as emisors. This 'one' thus is aware of everything tickling herm interest, not because of the fact that et can perceive by spherical point of view, but by that spiritual grace some people have to always get hooked on traying to save--by the point of view of the majority inside me--lost causes.
So this 'one' took on trying to save the Taelons from their downward spiralling into oblivion. Et played all EFC episodes et was aware of at the same time in herm fascinating chamber, and observed while submerged in herm colosal jelly tank. Et isolated the episode Epiphany as the best break Taelons could ever have to save themselves as a race after founding most Companion' tales risible, pathetic or simply cultish; each story tended to push Taelons farther into the void. Yet, contrary to all popular opinion as the-one used to be, et resolved that Zo'or should have been the one to enter last into death-stasis. Why not Da'an? The-one didn't think him capable of playing savior to anybody--Taelons or Human or Jaridians alike-- ; Da'an's tendency towars suffering and his recurring compasion was considered by the-one as a disadvantage at this time, not to mention his addiction weakness and his failure as a parental figure. So the-one decided Zo'or was going to be the-chosen.
*********
INDIVIDUALITY GRANTED
After finishing to drain most energy from his parent, still Zo'or's menacing visage was well in touch with the dreams he was recalling, visions of his present travelling back to his miserable past. An euonian litany of contemptous phrases reminding him again. **...you were willing to let me die, Da'an... but I am hardly the monster you are... all of you...** he dared to transmit to the now deaf link of the Commonality, his thought like a dry echo no Taelon could be aware of...
... **I'm free,** he suddenly realised; and yelled out some of his frustrations, blamed them on the remaining members of his race and reveled on threatening each member of his species by name... knowing they won't know, anyway they were helpless. **Yet, I have to think a solution** he thought after lowering the levels of energy to the necessary amount to sustain stasis. Death was near him also, as he thought he could foresee his life's end some hundred of years into some uncertain future, too little time to think a way out from his fate and to enjoy THIS his long time wish now found.
But, alone or not, Zo'or had duties requiring attention. He entered the deserted bridge of the Mothership as the only sovereing Taelon, sealed it, and took his comand chair with the dignity of a king. Time to play Leader of the Synod again, so he openned the datastream and called for both Sandoval and Kincaid.
''Zo'or,'' greeted Sandoval. ''I was just going to call you,'' he said matter of factly.
''Where's Kincaid?''
''The subject of my call was to tell you that Liam Kinkaid is dead.''
''Dead...'' said Zo'or showing a blank face while supressing hard his blushing and thinking **...so Liam Kincaid has embraced the Void...**
''Yes. It seems that he was weak due to some kind of DNA deterioration. Apparently, he didn't want to die, I found him dead after entering stasis...''
''How can Liam Kincaid enter stasis when humans are forbidden to the secrets of such procedure?'' Zo'or's words were straight and fluid.
''Kincaid robed the protocols that allowed him to enter stasis; but it seems that he waited too long. Right now I'm after Dr. Curzon and Renée Palmer...''
''Forget them for now. Come to the Mothership at once,'' Zo'or said and closed the connection.
Zo'or didn't have a real order to give Sandoval, not at that time; now he would think up something while waiting for the implant to arrive. Solitude was so comforting he probably decided to finally grant Sandoval his ''inmortality''--a place on the stasis chamber, so he could have him at his service whenever he wish to awake him during the next years. **I don't care if it can be supperflous to enjoy my uniqueness now. I waited for too long.** He took a look at himself starting with the palm of his hands down from his seating body to his platform shoes. It ocurred to him that there was no wickedness in wasting a couple of minutes of his most precious time, so he indulged in watching himself walking some steps while sitting so he could spin around on his command chair; the sensation was pleasing, so he did it again; and again, this time faster. A smile wider than a smirk bloomed on his face, and he himself was caught by surprise when he actually listened to his own voice laughing as his humanoid façade dropped.
**Why is that I waited so much before enjoying mindless simplicity?** he thought really amused after unnumbered spins-arounds; he didn't notice Sandoval who stood perplexed at his childish recreation.
''Zo'or,'' Sandoval decided to adress his playful master, who quickly stopped and regained his composture, ''are you alright?''
''Perfectly,'' Zo'or answered with a gratified smile; ''in fact, I have never felt better.''
''Yes,'' answered the implant while noticing that Zo'or's blue marks of decay had dissapeared from his human façade making his 'skin' look his healthy fairness of five years ago, ''you look fine indeed'' said Sandoval with a hint of suspicion in his voice.
''Do not misjudge my sudden wellbeing, Agent Sandoval. I have made sure all the members of my kind have entered death-stasis, so I can reach resolution to this our crisis without delays or opposition. I have remained awake so I can guide humans in our next quest. That decision I have made in the best interest of both our peoples.''
''So what is that you are offering me now, Zo'or?''
''I offer you passage into the future, Agent Sandoval, as well as power, technology, and wealth,'' Zo'or had a hint of a smirk in his face. ''Join me and we both will rule unchalenged. My people already had complied with my wish to guide them to the future, make your people see the wisdom in working with us... use whatever means necessary.''
''And what if I refuse?''
Zo'or stepped out of his chair gracefully, supressing his breathing; walked towards the large window that offered a breathtaking view of the blue planet, stared for a moment at the beauty of Earth; ''you won't,'' Zo'or said without eyeing his attaché.
Sandoval seemed unaltered, his mask prevaled well put, yet his mind dispatched a shiver throughout himself that made him blink once he recalled the images of his now obliterated birthplace in crude detail thanks to his CVI. ''Very well, Zo'or. So, what do you want me to do now...''
Zo'or ignored his implant question for a moment, his eyes lost over the beauty of the planet in front of him. He extended his hands towards the spheric image, boths index fingers and thumbs joined together creating the figure of a circle in which to enclose the orb of Earth before his point of view. ''Agent Sandoval, I reached a decision,'' the companion graceful silhouette held that estrange but beautiful pose, while Sandoval tried to make sense of his behavior: ''for the time being I would like to remain alone and... undisturbed.''
''Whatever you say, Zo'or.''
Zo'or abandoned his pose to face his implant. ''You do not understand me, do you, Agent Sandoval?'' His slim body on his blue jumpsuit besides the image of Earth over the window was a picture of beauty.
''I would be more useful if you explain yourself better, Zo'or.''
''Yes... indeed.'' And then Zo'or called in his personal guards who flooded the bridge in seconds, arms in hand ready to dispose with their companion annoyance. ''Escort us to the stasis deck, make sure Agent Sandoval take his rightful place... there... until I need him again.''
*********
After two weeks, Zo'or began to get bored.
Really bored.
The joys of simplicity became hollow, he missed intrige, gossip, Sandoval's insolence, and even T'Than. His life was as a copy of a recorded ritual of what is a common housewife everyday. **It appears I have the need... of the Commonality.**
He recalled what he did first after putting Sandoval to stasis, remembered the acute sense of paranoia suffered as he ran back to the bridge and from his command chair executed one of those control subrutines so he can keep everyone abord on line--he sent a remote command to all functioning implants ordering them to follow a specific set of work rutines, leisure time and sleep around the clock thus reducing the chance for any 'angry' volunteers to harm him. He released several gases into the artificial atmosphere of the Mothership which induced senses of relaxation among the volunteers. He walked around always with a small kind of implant disruptor device tied to his wrist as if pepper spray.
His paranoia seemed unfounded from his experiences inside the body of Scott Pierce as if an uncomfortable after effect, so he was also afraid of people, afraid of revenge.
He took to open his datastream often to access the world media looking for any opinion humans could have about Taelons... He found everything: from a couple of stray families demanding the return of their missing 'volunteer' relatives, and even comedy---he actually laughted at an actor trying to impersonate him before stopping after seeing some woman hit away the head of a dummy impersonator with a broomstick---; to serious analysis on the situation of the 'sleeping companions' in which common folks thought about themselves to be defense experts evaluating a miriad of posibilities on what to do with the Taelons, the Moon Base, and the Mothership... on public access TV. **You humans wish to kill me,** he thought, **yet I am sure you would had acted like me if you were the ones holding my position.**
Soon after he didn't want to see anymore.
Later, he started to feel a kind of emotional instability, he understood something he never couldn't if it wasn't for the present events. It seemed for him that his Taelon overpride had his root on the existence of their psychic reality, and no matter how conceited or whimsical a Taelon could be, he was never alone. Taelons used to adulate achievers a lot, and most of the flattering was done in an exquisite way via the Commonality. Great achievers usually grew proud of themselves. ...and losers... well, let say that if no one could stand your link to the Commonality they will ask you politely to go to hell using the phrase 'to the next plane' as an euphemism.
So Zo'or was starting to feel lonely. He would have liked to share this newly arrived feelings he was having... as a matter of fact, he was craving to share... but there were no Companions awake, not even considered 'alive'. **Sha'bra,** Zo'or thought as he touched the depts of loneliness; and paranoia invaded his brain again, and this time he was mad at the posibility of never be able to survive this Taelon crisis. And he sensed something new around his psyche... **...guilt?...** No, he couldn't allow that to happen--to feel like an individual was becoming piercing--: he needed a Commonality substitute. NOW.
...or he would get mad... or he will have to comply with the damned Taelon Imperative religion and get on the stasis bed **...sha'bra...**
**NO.**
He openned again the virtual panel, dialed a connection to the internet, and wandered around. He searched for --people humans chat forums taelons-- and read with incredible swifteness everything pertaining to 'friendship'... he couldn't understand such a 'hollow concept'. **How can I befriend a member of this... pityful species? They are inferior indeed: they lose their time becoming stupid, lying, flamming each other...** and then he included some euonian insults he enjoyed to say outloud and transmit them to the deaf link of the Commonality. He closed the connection not knowing what was worst: to bear his loneliness stoically or to mix himself with **...the dirt of humanity.**
So, Zo'or felt a tiny amount of fatigue. He closed the connection to the web and the virtual panel; turned around his seat as if he could enjoy the view of Earth with close eyelids. He turned on the energy shower. As luminous sprinkles began to pour over him, he opened his eyes, realising that something was wrong with the energy coming out of the shower--it wasn't what he used to have.
''Computer, show me a list of the energy supplements currently being used on the showers.'' Zo'or recieved a list of one item. ''Computer, where are all the other variables?''
''There are no other variables.''
''Access 'energysupplements'.''
''The program have been removed and erased.''
''On whose authority?''
''Da'an.''
''Sha'bra,'' said Zo'or visibly enraged. **It seems Da'an won't stop until I take to enter death stasis. ...and I don't want to go... into oblivion...** he pouted; **...at least real death would allow me to carry on on my own... but under which circunstances...?**
Almost instantly, Zo'or asumed a much-frowned-upon meditative pose--- joining his hands together in a prayer fashion---: the urge to collect himself triggered a sudden need for a hint of the spiritual. A couple of euonian words hissed softly out from his mouth, his energy started flowing around his arms and shoulders, softly invading all his torso until his solid façade dropped. He wasn't 'feeding'; yet, he could somehow recall the comfort while having his energy supplements doing that sort of meditating. His face showed clear satisfaction to the empty bridge, even his mouth let escape some moaning... when suddenly something new happened to him: he flashed and sparkled. He didn't had time to stop that what he was doing, he didn't even had time to stop himself from falling into some unknown place within his conscience, he got lost in the trance inwards to the center of his inner being---where his energy shone so bright it was imposible to percieve by the usual senses; being there was as if being inside a sun...
...
...
... ... ... ...
...
Zo'or opened his ice-blue eyes; they both shone as bright as the stars of his destroyed homeworld. The Mothership seemed to lose its locked position; Zo'or came out from his disturbing dream to find raw sunlight all over him.
*********
Good? Bad? Fair?
I welcome comments and feedback.
Next: Zo'or will expose his birthday memories.