PRESENT TIME- Star Date 71805
That memory was most likely the nicest I have of Hellguard. That mark which I still bear today is that shared of the therieull, or the mark of the Children of Hellguard. It certainly was named properly for the things that went on there. Perhaps a memory of a meal shared by the older children would be beneficial to the Councilman who reads this log, if it does not become classified.
MEMORY 2- Saavik, age 6
"You give that back to me, Saavik, or I'll kill you! I hunted long and hard for this! You go get your own!" A scrawny looking boy named Moran made a last and futile swipe for the food article in question. Saavik ran away though and climbed a tall tree with the desired piece of meat in her teeth. From time to time the older men from Romulus put large pieces of food in hidden places to watch the children fight over them. It was like watching a favorite sport, only this one was much more barbaric and brutal for often the food was so desired that the children would kill for it. Once high enough in the tree, Saavik shook her head, wagging the meat back and forth tauntingly. She tore small chunks off the large piece and gobbled them greedily. Below, the little boy's face became soaked with tears as his stomach rumbled. Feeling the tiniest bit of remorse for the boy, Saavik threw him a small piece from her place in the tree. He retrieved it and ate it hungrily, but was still upset from the loss of his food. He cried at the base of the tree, cursing at Saavik and cursing the stolen food which she ate. Saavik ignored him until she had finished the stolen morsel. Then she climbed down and ran away before Moran could catch her or hurt her. She climbed into the building where her she kept what meager belongings she had and went directly into the place where she slept. She hid there for quite some time, half expecting Moran to come after her and come crashing in on her sleeping place. After an hour, Saavik decided it was safe to fall asleep and did so. But in about four hours, she was awakened by a noise from the level below hers in the building. Figuring it was just Moran, she relaxed, knowing the boy to be a frightened little thing who couldn't fend for himself even if he tried. She even tried to fall asleep, until she heard footsteps coming up the stairs that led to her hideaway. She grabbed her favourite possession, a knife which she kept sharp at all times. She had killed with it before and was determined to set Moran straight if he felt so inclined to pay her a visit.
Sure enough, Moran let himself show out on the landing of Saavik's level. She watched him from her secure hiding place, her fingers wrapping around the knife's jewel bedecked handle. Moran was crying again, the little whelp. The Elements take him and his soft little heart. Saavik's blood was boiling. She wanted the fight. She wanted Moran to challenge her. Saavik wanted for him to go away or fight. She would kill him if necessary. Times had changed and so had alliances. All the more reason for you to leave, you little whelp of a boy. Not even the Vulcans would have you, for you cry too much. The humans can take you. Yes. You would be a perfect match with the sniveling humans.