Improbable Personal Log is Improbable
In a decision the merit of which has already been somewhat proven to me, I have taken up temporary residence on the Romulan ship Narada - at the insistence of the ship herself.
New life.
It is our purpose to find it. It has now found us in a most remarkable form.
Those she considers her organics, the rebel known as Nero, that destroyer of worlds, and his second, Ayel, are deeply wounded in the mind. Ayel appears to have been spared most injury, instead following his captain out of love and loyalty. A path of reasoning with which I find a certain resonance. They are not mated or bonded, as it is prohibited by the laws of the world from which they originate.
It is this which has perhaps spared Ayel the worst of the trauma.
Nero is mad. But it is an identifiable madness. I have not seen his mind but I do not need to, do not need to see it to know it is there. The gaping wound of a suddenly severed bond, wife unexpectedly vanished, taking part of his katra with her.
The loss of his people and planet only compound the injury.
I have begun to speak with Ayel on the subject of bonds. It appears to be a topic of much embarrassment for him. Intriguing that their culture would work to such an extent to weed out the old manner of bonding.
The solution begins to reveal itself. I shall not place direct hands upon it; it appears to have been planted and will flower in due time.
This separation from my Jim and my Leonard is not ideal. Yet I can still sense them clearly. I have not yet had the opportunity to speak with my Jim as he has been otherwise engaged each time I have made the attempt. My Leonard does not yet possess the facility with the bond to make communication over large distances possible but that will be remedied with time.
New life.
It is our purpose to find it. It has now found us in a most remarkable form.
Those she considers her organics, the rebel known as Nero, that destroyer of worlds, and his second, Ayel, are deeply wounded in the mind. Ayel appears to have been spared most injury, instead following his captain out of love and loyalty. A path of reasoning with which I find a certain resonance. They are not mated or bonded, as it is prohibited by the laws of the world from which they originate.
It is this which has perhaps spared Ayel the worst of the trauma.
Nero is mad. But it is an identifiable madness. I have not seen his mind but I do not need to, do not need to see it to know it is there. The gaping wound of a suddenly severed bond, wife unexpectedly vanished, taking part of his katra with her.
The loss of his people and planet only compound the injury.
I have begun to speak with Ayel on the subject of bonds. It appears to be a topic of much embarrassment for him. Intriguing that their culture would work to such an extent to weed out the old manner of bonding.
The solution begins to reveal itself. I shall not place direct hands upon it; it appears to have been planted and will flower in due time.
This separation from my Jim and my Leonard is not ideal. Yet I can still sense them clearly. I have not yet had the opportunity to speak with my Jim as he has been otherwise engaged each time I have made the attempt. My Leonard does not yet possess the facility with the bond to make communication over large distances possible but that will be remedied with time.