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Old Life, and Old Civilizations...

Posted on Fri May 7th, 2010 @ 3:08pm by Civilian Haqtaj Matlh & Ensign Carlos Rojas

Mission: Plotting New Courses. Season 1, Episode 7
Location: Stellar Cartography
Timeline: ON the journey to DS7

There was a knock on the door. This in itself was unusual. The doors have a chime for paging and people seldom bothered unless entering private quarters. Never the less, a knock was repeated on the door to Stellar Cartography.

Carlos looked up from his control panel and sighed. He stepped to the door and opened it.

The door opened to reveal a little rodent like figure with startling purple eyes and a flowing Mohawk of long white hair that travelled the length of his back and tail. He seemed startled at the door opening but recovered quickly, “Excuse me… I have a question that is bothering me. The nebula we just passed, I think they called it the Crab. Is that new?”

"In a matter of speaking," Carlos replied, still trying to determine what it was exactly that he was talking to. "That nebula is young. It's only been here for a little over 8,000 years."

The little figure nodded, “Ah, yes, that would explain it. I didn’t think I had seen it last time I was here. Thank you, young man.”

Satisfied the strange figure turned to leave.

"What?" Carlos asked, surprised by the comment. "That nebula has been here for 8,000 years. How could it not have been here the last time you were here?"

The man turned back to look at the ensign, "I am sorry. I may not have properly understood your time frame. you are refering to one of your Federation years? Well, I have not been in this part of space for..." he appeared to be making some calculations in his head, "fourteen thousand of those. I usually stay nearer the Klingon border. I thought a change of location might be nice for a hundred years or so. I am Harland. I am unaware of your species specific greeting practices."

"Like this," Carlos said, extending his hand. "Not to be rude, but what are you?"

Harland extended his hand, making no contact till carlos showed him how, "Ah! and indicator that neither person is carrying a weapon. A peacful greeting but shows a definite possibility of future hostilities. I am Harlan. I am here to find the Vault team. I understand they are looking for signs of ancient civilizations? Well, that describes me rather perfectly."

"How....how old are you?" Carlos asked. "What do you do?"

"I... I'm not entirely sure. The mind isn't designed to stroe more than three or four hundred years. The rest we remember through songs. It is a little hard to get an exact date though. I remember when the sun we just left was only gas."

OOC: That makes him at least 5 billion.

"What do I do? Not much. I look for things that are interesting. People mostly. Civilisations come and go and pretty much repeat each other after a while, but people are always unique. What do you do?"

"I'm a stellar cartographer," Carlos replied. "I would give anything to have seen some of the wonders you must have witnessed."

Harlan looked a little surprised, "Really? Like what?"

Carlos looked at him and said, "I would love to see the birth of a star or a solar system. I would also love to see the creation of a nebula or stellar nursery. Maybe even a black hole," he added thoughtfully.

"Yes, I suppose that would be exciting, but I haven't seen any of that. I just live, like you do, day to day. Most of my life is taken up with sleep, eat, and... so forth. I doubt half of the things we write songs about are things we have seen first hand. There is the song in Gomtu about the colapsing sun... I doubt very much any of us were there to witness it first hand.

And one day someone will say to me how amazing it must have been to actually speak with a member of the Ancient Federation. Do you think this is a conversation I should write down?" Harlan gave a slight wink.

"I seriously doubt future generations would want to read about a young science officer making a fool of himself," Carlos replied with a smile.

Harlan shrugged, "If I told you I had spoken to the lead designer of the Iconian Doorway, would that be impressive? All I said was, 'Excuse me', as I passed him in the corridor. He was a nervous dreamy chap. Like porofos. You see people are different. They stand out."

"Any way, I have kept you from your task long enough. I will keep looking for the Vault group. It was a real pleasure to meet you. Perhaps in time you will even tell me your name?"

"Forgive me for being so rude," Carlos replied. "My name is Carlos Rojas."

"No offence taken. It was a pleasure to meet you Carlos Rojas."

 

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