A bit of Star Trek fan fiction.
The young Klingon woke up on the ground, before a set of great, iron gates. The gates were large and imposing. Everything beyond the gates seemed to disappear. What could be behind those gates, he couldn't possibly guess. It seemed like it must protect some great building.
He wondered how he got there. But, just as the thought entered his mind, the gates began to open, and a great man walked out and stood before him.
He stood up to face this larger-than-life figure. The man had flowing white hair, and more scars on his face and arms than he'd ever seen. He carried a bat'leth strapped to his side.
The bat'leth was larger than most, and an old-fashioned style. He'd never seen one like that before, except in textbooks. He recognized it: The Sword of Kahless.
"Are you Kahless?"
"Yes, young Warrior, I am."
"Am I dead?"
"Yes, you are." He smiled, with compassion, at the boy.
"I was sick. I've been sick a long time. They couldn't find a cure. Some Federation doctors came and tried to help, but I guess I wasn't strong enough.
"Do I now face Fek'Ihr to be admitted to Gre'thor?"
"Young One, why should you deserve the fate of the Dishonored?" He kneeled before the child, and looked him directly into his eyes. "Why should you spend your afterlife with those who ran from a challenge, or mistreated their kin, or did those things that would bring disgrace upon them and their house?"
The boy was shaken. He trembled slightly before this great man. "Sir, I was no warrior. I committed no deeds of glory. And my parents are dead, so I have no family to commit any great deeds in my name. I spent most of my life in a hospital bed, too sick to do anything that would bring honor to my name. I am not worthy of being with warriors like you."
Kahless placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Young Warrior, you have battled, alone, for years on end, against an adversary unseen to all, but felt keenly by you. You have done so bravely, never wavering in your determination. It matters not that you lost the war. You fought it bravely and with great honor."
"So..."
"I am here to welcome you to Sto'Vo'Kor, to spend your next life among those who lived their lives with honor."
"I ... will be honored?"
"I know not how you will be remembered on Qo'noS. But here, you will be celebrated as one of the great warriors of your time.
You will meet others here who were seen as less worthy during their life, but who are still great warriors. Some, like you, fought against disease, or a failing of their own body. Some fought against hatred from their own people because of who they are, or who they loved. Some fought against their own minds.
I fought on battlefields of dirt and rock, armed with my blade. My fights, however, are no less deserving of honor than yours, fought within your own body, armed with nothing but your own spirit."
Kahless stood and reached his hand out to the Warrior. They took hands, and walked through the gates together, in glory.
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As part of the first manned mission to Mars, Philip knew he would be part of history. But after the accident left him alone, with no way to contact Earth, he assumed he would be not only the first person on Mars, but the last.
He tried to find any way to survive. Most of the supplies were lost in the accident. He had food for a while, if you could call it food. But long-term survival would require some terraforming. He needed to find a water source.
As he arrived at the nearest valley, he examined the surface to see if there was any evidence of past water, and where it might have gone. But what he found was ... curious.
Some fibrous tissue. A rope? No. A net. If he didn't know better, he'd think somebody was fishing here. But, that was impossible. Even if there had been life, including both marine and intelligent land-based life, this net couldn't be more than 150 years old. And 150 years ago, we certainly would've been able to see lakes and villages on the Martian surface. This is impossible. It's something else. A strange rock formation, or something.
"Excuse me."
He jumped. He hadn't heard a voice for days. Now there was a woman standing right above him.
"What are you doing out here? And in that ancient suit?"
"What? I just got here. Who are you?"
"Alara. Pleasure to meet you. And you are?"
"Philip."
"Philip! How funny! You've got such a silly old-fashioned name and you're wearing that ancient suit, like you see in the movies about the first Martians, and when they settled here. You know, like before they adapted to the climate, and before they destroyed the climate. Your parents must be old fashioned to give you a name like that. Why don't we head back underground together and you can tell me why you're wearing such a silly costume. Are you an actor?"
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I stood before the great beast that had terrorized the small fishing village for months. The village elder had messaged the capital, saying that a giant, rabid halcyon had been attacking them.
I suppose a halcyon is the closest thing that these people might recognize. But this bird was no halcyon, calming the winds and the waves, helping the fisherman.
No, this firedrake was far from its home. And it was angry. And, they couldn't see it, but it was also scared.
Thankfully, they hadn't called for a knight. A knight would've just cut the beast down.
No, in their confusion, they had thankfully asked for me, the duke's chief birder, although most just called me the bird whisperer.
I could understand and help all avians, including this lost and scared firedrake.
It took time. I had to teach it to trust me. Rather, I had to teach her to trust me. In time, she told me her name. There's no way to write it unfortunately, and I couldn't pronounce it. She let me call her Branwen, "Blessed Raven", and she chose a draconian name for me.
By this point, she no longer frightened the village, and was no longer frightened by the village. She even thought about staying. They had come to respect her.
But she had family. She needed to see them again. So, we left together. I knew how to get back to her land. I'd been there before. I'd even met her village elder.
But before she left, she promised to return. They would miss her, this strange halcyon that had come to mean so much to them.
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I've been using this account as my primary for about a week now, and I'm think I'm settled on using it for the foreseeable future, so I guess it's time to do another #introduction post.
I'm a dad of four kids, and a web developer. I have a college degree in #Theater (or #Theatre) and had aspirations of being an actor. I kind of fell into web development as a career. It was a hobby back in high school, and I just needed to pay some bills after college, so I ended up doing this.
I always have aspirations to do other things, but for now, I'm pretty happy spending most of my time as a dad and husband.
Some day, I'd like to get back into #acting, or maybe do some #VoiceActing. I also enjoy #writing and will, from time to time, post some #MicroFiction, usually from somebody's #WritingPrompt.
I love #StarTrek, and usually watch at least one episode nearly every day. I like all #SciFi really, though, as well as #fantasy. I used to read a lot, but find I don't have as much time or mental capacity for it as I used to. I also enjoy watching #anime, and have really been enjoying the new episodes of #Bleach lately.
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Merlin has finally emerged from the castle.
Nobody had been able to breach the walls in the centuries since he'd entered. His magical protection was too powerful.
No one's quite sure how long he's been in there. It's been longer than the stories have been recorded. Most people didn't even believe he was actually there; just a myth that old wives told one another.
But now that he has emerged, nobody could doubt any longer.
But, what has kept him in there for so long? Some say that he had cast such a powerful spell, he's needed these many centuries to rest.
But really, it's was just clinomania. And since he's been FaceTiming with a new therapist, he finally felt ready to get out of bed.
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The warriors had already left the planet. They conquered the aliens, razed cities, and then left, as usual.
And now we were sent in to go through the wreckage and salvage remaining usable resources, as usual.
The warrior caste never really respected us. We were the "clean-up crew", but those of us in the reclamation caste knew that without our work, our way of life, our whole civilization, would be gone. If the warriors simply destroyed planets and we never came in to make use of their spoils, we'd all eventually just have to go back to our own planet, and only use what she provided us. And since our many wars had put her on life support, that wasn't even an option any more. We couldn't support our civilization's needs without our caste figuring out how to make use of the resources the warriors just ignored.
In any case, this world wasn't that interesting. The warriors had certainly conquered more advanced civilizations before. They didn't even have a real name for their planet. We'd translated many of their languages so far. Some of them called their planet "Globe", while some just called it "Dirt", which was strange since only about 30% of it was covered in dirt.
My team was going through an archipelago in the western edge of their largest ocean. And then we discovered something very interesting. In the midst of one of the heavily battled areas, we found one of their defeated warriors, wearing a very interesting battle suit. An inscription on the suit read "スーパー戦隊", which we translated as Super Squadron. Couldn't be all that super if they were defeated.
But, for the fun of it, we tried on the suits. The aliens were about the same size as us, so it fit pretty well.
Well, these are no ordinary battle suits. The abilities it gave us were incredible, and when combined, gave us access to an incredibly powerful warship.
I honestly don't know how our warriors defeated them. But, we decided to keep these quiet, store them away. They might come in handy in the future.
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How long had we been chasing that whale? Every time we thought we had it, it got away. It pulled men under the waters with it. Half the crew is sleeping with Davy Jones.
And we've gone far, far from port. We've lost track of the shore. The stars are unfamiliar. Will we ever get back to Otago Harbor?
Where has that blasted whale brought us? I've never seen that lighthouse before. It's wrong somehow. These cliffs are completely unfamiliar. Are we even still in the South Pacific, or have we made it to the River Styx?
The Wellerman will not come.
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I've been here, on my island, alone, for years. It's how I've always wanted it.
When I finally got here, I took apart the ship. I used the wood to build my cabin. I saved the lifeboat to putter around the island and go fishing.
I've been very happy on my island, all by myself, for the past fifteen years. I'm comfortable and safe. A typhoon every once in a while, but never anything too bad.
Tonight, I was sitting in my front room, reading Of Mice and Men for the 200th time. I stood up, and looked out the window.
Was I seeing something? Was that really a person, standing on my dock?
I thought I wanted solitude. I thought I'd been happy this whole time. But as I looked out, and saw another person for the first time in so long, I began to weep. Tears of joy, my heart overflowing. I would not be alone anymore.
