The light and the Orb and the snow

Posted on Friday February 22nd, 2019 @ 09:17 hours by Langar Tarn
Edited on on Friday February 22nd, 2019 @ 09:36 hours

Mission: Pixie Dust
Location: Master At Arm's Cabin
Timeline: MD02 0343
843 words - 1.7 OF Standard Post Measure

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{Master At Arm's Cabin - Deck 2]

One moment Langar was laying comfortably asleep in his bunk, the next he was two feet off the deck sailing across the cabin and right after that he slammed into the opposite bulkhead, thumping his right temple into the wall, before dropping into a crumpled heap on the floor.

He tried to get up, his vision closed in on him, everything went black and he slumped back, a thin rivulet of blood flowed from a cut on his temple and socked into the thin deck carpet.

Just before he lost consciousness he heard a woman's voice calling =A= All hands, red alert, report to your stations! =A= the phase was repeated several times.

Some forty minutes later he sat up with a groan, everything was still black, his head hurt and there was something damp and sticky on his face. He reached up to wipe it off and then opened his eyes to look at his hand, in the dim glow of the night light on his desk he could see his hand was smeared with dried blood. He crawled up into the desk chair, closed his eyes and sat there while his head swam dizzyingly.

After a moment he noticed a bluish glow coming through his eyelids, like the cabin light had come on. He opened his eyes and bright blue light flared. He squinted through it and saw the glow was not coming from the ceiling but the outer bulkhead, turning his head slowly he was amazed to see the light was coming in through the cabin porthole.

He leaned over to look out of the window and blinked, what he was seeing should not be out there. It could not be out there, but it was. There was a gray half-barrel shaped object about two foot high, with two open doors, floating just outside the ship. The bright light was coming from a sort of hour-glass shape held within the object. It was an Orb of the Prophets!

Langer shook his head, trying to understand what was going on. He'd only seen one once, the Orb of Contemplation, which was in the Shrine on Deep Space Nine but there was no mistaking what the thing outside the ship was, one of the other nine Orbs. It had to be! He was certain of it.

Why was it here, why was it revealing itself to him? There were so many questions he could not keep track of them but somehow the light was soothing to look at, it seemed to wash the doubt and queries away. He stared at it, was this an Orb Experience?

The light seemed to be filling his vision now, bright light, so bright it should hurt but it didn't, the cabin faded away until there was nothing just the blue white light...

"It is the Lanker B'Tarn" A voice said. "It is a child in the snow"

"It will be warrior for us Another voice said When it grows

The Lanker B'Tarn will be a warrior but it will lose it's home Said yet another

"That will be it's future. It will lose it's home and it will lose us Said the second voice

But now the Lanker B'Tarn is a child, in the snow The first voice spoke again In the snow


Langar found himself on his knees, he shivered, it was cold. All around him it was still white but the white was moving, swirling, bits of it blew into his face. It was cold and melted, turned to water. It was snow.

Now there was shape in the white, a dark shape, hunched over, it was coming closer. It seemed to take a long time, the snow whirled around it. The shape took on form, it was a figure, thin, bent over, wrapped in a grubby blanket. It came closer.

Langar looked up. The figure was stooped before him. It was a man, an old man, thin, malnourished, shivering in the snow but with a kindly face. It was the man who had given him the projector so many years ago.

The figure lifted a bony hand and pointed over Langar's shoulder.
"They are coming!" He said "The Cardassians! They are coming for you! Run!"


Langar blinked. He was kneeling on the floor of his cabin, facing the porthole. It was dim again, just the glow of the desk night light. He could see the Orb had gone. The light was gone. The voices were gone. The old man and the snow were gone.

But they were coming!

The Cardassians were coming!

He got to his feet, pulled on his clothes and boots.

The Cardassians were coming!

He stumbled through the door and into the corridor, glancing up and down it.

They were coming here!

He headed for the ladder up to the Bridge, he had to warn them.

The Cardassians were coming!


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