> now will never come again [ picard | open ]

[hunthiswhale]

[ perched on the ledge of one of the great windows in one of the halls of the habitat ring, far from the promenade and away from where those trapped on the station have taken up residence, sits one captain jean-luc picard. there's an alien flute in hand that he's playing, filling the adjoining corridors with a soft, sweet melody. ]

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[for_thecause]

[Jen had been wandering the station, still looking for a way off. Although she'd tried to be discreet about it, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

Then the music had drawn her attention. She followed it to its source, and was surprised to see that a Starfleet captain was the musician.

She eyed him warily, not wanting to interrupt him, and hoping he'd continue playing. Maybe he hadn't seen her, and if she just stayed still...]

[hunthiswhale]

[ perhaps one of the greatest ironies of his career as a starfleet captain was that he was somewhat...sympathetic towards the cause of the maquis. his dear friend, ro laren, after all, was a member of their organization and although jean-luc would side with regulation and duty above all else, he understood their cause. after all, he was one of cardassia's least biggest fans. gul madred had seen to that.

oh, but he'd seen her. jean-luc was a very attentive man and never let his guard down, even if it seemed he wasn't paying attention. he stopped playing and put the flute down. ]

You're not disturbing me, if that's what you're thinking.

[for_thecause]

[She moves to perch on the window ledge, but quite a distance away. As always there's an air of restlessness surrounding her, as if she's ready to move off if she needs to.]

What kind of instrument is that?

[hunthiswhale]

It is a Ressikan flute -- or a good replication of it. An ancient instrument from a culture that vanished thousands of years ago.

[for_thecause]

So the Ressikans are extinct? What happened to them?