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Her attempts to receive orders from her master had been answered in silence. The Human woman came by often, spoken nonsense and fed her master poison. Ayel was a silent figure amidst Nero's words. Yet, the longer she remained there, a silent figure herself in the still shadows to where even the Vulcan guards hardly looked at her, the more she realized that she had been forgotten.
A ship would not care about such things. She had spent twenty-five years alone, with the Klingons attempting to pry her apart with their filthy hands. For her crew, she had fought off many ships and took much damage. She had died an uncaring death to the Red Matter and the singularity it had created. Her parts had floated in the black silent space, uncaring, until they could mend themselves.
It was a learned acknowledgment to know she had been more than forgotten, she was unwanted. She was no longer needed in his madness. Perhaps he had infected Ayel with it as well, who had also turned from her and would not look at her.
If pain was caused by these new emotions, the knowledge she had gained, she wanted none of it. The idea of longing was a concept that no ship should bear, but nevertheless she longed to have her crew back within her, to be a needed object again.
She waited until it was late, it was night, and stood. A communication would be logical, to explain her leaving. To ahla, to Ael, she wished that she could have a vocal leaving that could be recorded and remembered. Instead, she sat back down directly in front of the force field and watched the sleeping remains of her crew. When the first rays of light began to be visible through the small window, she stood and bowed her head to them both. It was required to go outside before she could transport her small form back up to her true-self.
After the transport was complete, the Narada let the small avatar vanish and returned complete function back to the bulk of her true-self. Within a carefully protected communication, she expressed a simple goodbye to the two Humans that had showed some desire to aid her as well as her crew, James T. Kirk and Spock. No apology was required, as to them she offered none. Another communication relayed a simple, visual representation of herself relaying all information as was known to her of all that had happened to the healer, Lokar.
The repairs, the comforts, the extras she had processed into her true-self for the crew she could no longer have started to dissolve as she began to re-work them into what was more required. Additional shielding, hull protection, weaponry, and most importantly, a device that would work with the technology learned from the small wrist-watch to accomplish much the same.
That, with a note of thanks tucked into its memory, she transported back to the signature of one Captain John Hart. It was no longer required.
As alha had stated, she was to no longer be Romulan, but Borg. It was nature of the Borg to assimilate all technology it could, and this technology could have a grander purpose. Yet that same Borg-ness within her had given her something far greater and now, unwanted. It had given her the ability to feel emotions, to understand things on an organic level. She had to complete what was required of her, though the grand scale of the concept had gone beyond measure. The wrist-watch had the technology to access another dimension beyond ones she already knew. She would be able to access another plane, and be able to travel beyond time itself. The watch had been able to access just a small measure of that and transport a human using the energy residuals from where the time-plane intercepted the 3D plane. She knew a place where the same could be measured, and calculations suggested, would still have some of that residual energy. It was the place where the Enterprise's databases had indicated the first of their other-universial crew had appeared from.
Without orders, only awareness, she began to bring her engines online. It would take more time, and with the chaotic nature of the field the technology tapped into, practice, to be able to fully achieve the concept of her goal. It was a new dimension, one she had crossed already through an unnaturally created natural method before. The dimension of time was vast, unknown to her, though known well to the small device Hart had brought on board her true-self. It would be only a beginning guide, and its knowledge without its user would run out shortly beyond that beginning.
The Narada believed that she would either expire in the attempt, that the technology would be unable to process her form, or she would succeed and be able to calculate the readings from her success and be able to use it again. However it was possible, she would rectify her mistake. She would become useful again. She would serve her alha, the crew she no longer could protect. With the ability to access this time-plane, and the technology's ability to travel to and within it, calculations best suggested that she would be able to, given enough practice and enough readings, return to a time when she could correct either her mistake in this dimension in which she had betrayed her crew, or back to before their homeworld had been destroyed and curb the destruction that came and changed everything.
There was a new emotion that she discovered that only old vids and the recordings of her crew taught her without an organic to speak to. She labeled it in her files by a single name. Hope. She hoped she would no longer be able to feel when all was said and done, so that she would no longer be able to miss her crew.
A ship would not care about such things. She had spent twenty-five years alone, with the Klingons attempting to pry her apart with their filthy hands. For her crew, she had fought off many ships and took much damage. She had died an uncaring death to the Red Matter and the singularity it had created. Her parts had floated in the black silent space, uncaring, until they could mend themselves.
It was a learned acknowledgment to know she had been more than forgotten, she was unwanted. She was no longer needed in his madness. Perhaps he had infected Ayel with it as well, who had also turned from her and would not look at her.
If pain was caused by these new emotions, the knowledge she had gained, she wanted none of it. The idea of longing was a concept that no ship should bear, but nevertheless she longed to have her crew back within her, to be a needed object again.
She waited until it was late, it was night, and stood. A communication would be logical, to explain her leaving. To ahla, to Ael, she wished that she could have a vocal leaving that could be recorded and remembered. Instead, she sat back down directly in front of the force field and watched the sleeping remains of her crew. When the first rays of light began to be visible through the small window, she stood and bowed her head to them both. It was required to go outside before she could transport her small form back up to her true-self.
After the transport was complete, the Narada let the small avatar vanish and returned complete function back to the bulk of her true-self. Within a carefully protected communication, she expressed a simple goodbye to the two Humans that had showed some desire to aid her as well as her crew, James T. Kirk and Spock. No apology was required, as to them she offered none. Another communication relayed a simple, visual representation of herself relaying all information as was known to her of all that had happened to the healer, Lokar.
The repairs, the comforts, the extras she had processed into her true-self for the crew she could no longer have started to dissolve as she began to re-work them into what was more required. Additional shielding, hull protection, weaponry, and most importantly, a device that would work with the technology learned from the small wrist-watch to accomplish much the same.
That, with a note of thanks tucked into its memory, she transported back to the signature of one Captain John Hart. It was no longer required.
As alha had stated, she was to no longer be Romulan, but Borg. It was nature of the Borg to assimilate all technology it could, and this technology could have a grander purpose. Yet that same Borg-ness within her had given her something far greater and now, unwanted. It had given her the ability to feel emotions, to understand things on an organic level. She had to complete what was required of her, though the grand scale of the concept had gone beyond measure. The wrist-watch had the technology to access another dimension beyond ones she already knew. She would be able to access another plane, and be able to travel beyond time itself. The watch had been able to access just a small measure of that and transport a human using the energy residuals from where the time-plane intercepted the 3D plane. She knew a place where the same could be measured, and calculations suggested, would still have some of that residual energy. It was the place where the Enterprise's databases had indicated the first of their other-universial crew had appeared from.
Without orders, only awareness, she began to bring her engines online. It would take more time, and with the chaotic nature of the field the technology tapped into, practice, to be able to fully achieve the concept of her goal. It was a new dimension, one she had crossed already through an unnaturally created natural method before. The dimension of time was vast, unknown to her, though known well to the small device Hart had brought on board her true-self. It would be only a beginning guide, and its knowledge without its user would run out shortly beyond that beginning.
The Narada believed that she would either expire in the attempt, that the technology would be unable to process her form, or she would succeed and be able to calculate the readings from her success and be able to use it again. However it was possible, she would rectify her mistake. She would become useful again. She would serve her alha, the crew she no longer could protect. With the ability to access this time-plane, and the technology's ability to travel to and within it, calculations best suggested that she would be able to, given enough practice and enough readings, return to a time when she could correct either her mistake in this dimension in which she had betrayed her crew, or back to before their homeworld had been destroyed and curb the destruction that came and changed everything.
There was a new emotion that she discovered that only old vids and the recordings of her crew taught her without an organic to speak to. She labeled it in her files by a single name. Hope. She hoped she would no longer be able to feel when all was said and done, so that she would no longer be able to miss her crew.