The Mind Meld (part 1)

Posted on Sun Jun 17th, 2012 @ 12:12pm by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Cassandra Levue & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Ensign Stran

960 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Subjugation

ON

Ronnie made sure Damion was seated comfortably on a crate before she stepped back to allow Stran to perform the mind meld. She was both relieved and concerned about the procedure. NOt tht she didn't trust the Vulcan, it was more that she wasn't sure how Damion/Johnny would respond to it, or what would happen when it was over.

Stran was meditating. Given the injuries he had sustained, in this place, and the memories he was handling, he was making certain that as little of his own personal concerns would bleed over, as possible. Cassandra had consented to the mind-meld Stran had requested, without a question. She quickly understood why. Her presence within his thoughts calmed some of his surface concerns, and he was better able to rest his thoughts.

You bring him back. You bring him back to us. Cassandra's last thoughts bled across, as the mind-meld dissolved.

Stran nodded to Cassandra, and then turned to Damion. "This may take several attempts, just so you are aware. Delving into a damaged psyche tends to cause strains on both the subject, and the assistant, and some memories will be so guarded, by who you once were, that attempting to access them will cause the meld to falter, altogether. "

Damion nodded in understanding.

"Be careful and please avoid anything that might be considered classified," Sam cautioned.

"Classified?" Damion said and then looked away slightly. Exactly what kind of man am I? He thought and then looked back to the others, slightly afraid of what he would run into.

Stran looked offended. "Neither he, nor I, would know, one way or the other, but this is a sacred discipline. What is shared is never spoken of. There are things, in either of our minds, that we would rather no other person knew. If either of us speak of it, then there is nothing left, in this universe, to consider worth defending." Stran said, sharply.

"Easy." Cassandra said, resting a hand on Stran's shoulder. "She's only trying to help.

"It needed to be stated," Sam said, her tone quiet but firm. "Even though I trust you." Starfleet regulations were quite clear on this. Especially as Damion was an Intel officer who'd been on covert missions.

"Alright." Damion said slightly loud, raising his voice to get everyones attention. "Let's quit beating around the bush." He looked over to Stran. "Let's do this before I change my mind." He cleared his throat, feeling the slight rise in his nerves. With all the talk about Classified and the sudden interest to ensure he comes back, it gave him a mixed feeling. Part of him was curious and the other part felt like he didn't want to know.

Stran sat down, across from Damion. He placed one hand on the side of Damion's face. My mind, to your mind. My thoughts, to your thoughts... his thoughts bled through. Stran felt resistance, and curiosity, and could feel damage, in several seconds, upon entering the meld. Gently, he guided Damion/Johnny through the process of handling the damaged area of his brain. He was careful, to keep the man's memories locked, to stop them from flooding him, all at once. Very slowly, one by one, he would open a 'door', and allow memories to fill him, through a steady, but manageable flow. Stran also took care, not to snoop, in said memories. He, instead focused on his task, and left the man to deal with whatever memories he was getting. Likewise, any memory that had apparently been locked, by Damion, Stran did not intrude upon. The process took an hour and a half. When, at last, the mind-meld was broken, Stran swayed, and nearly passed out.

Cassandra held him up, carefully. She looked at Wolfe, uncertain.

Damion fell to the floor, his eyes closed and his breathing slow. For a while he didn't move, until suddenly his eyes shot opened and he arched his back slightly. All the memories began to seep into him, one by one. Slowly he started to relive most of them out loud. His hands shot to the side of his head, holding it as he started by reliving the time he went to see a hybrid specialist about his Betazoid abilities manifesting quickly as a child. "Daddy? I promise I wont do anything bad. Can we just go home?" He spoke in a soft and childlike voice, feeling scared. The scared feeling faded and was replaced with one of joy. "I'm going to be a big brother." Damion smiled brightly, closing his eyes a bit and then opened them. "Daddy, Daddy! General Grole said I have the heart of a warrior and one day I will have found true glory. He told me about when he was-" He was cut off by his father, as his heart skipped a beat, assuming he was in trouble. "But, I like hearing his stories? Why can't I be a warrior and find true glory?" He was sad again, almost heartbreakingly so. The feeling a sorrow, turning into one of anger as he yelled. "Natty! I told you so many times. Stay out of my room and stop messing with my stuff!"

Ronnie ran to Damion but held back, uncertain if she should touch him and offer him support or keep her distance. So for now, she kept her distance. He's pushed her away once, she wasn't sure if she could take being pushed away again. Not now, at any rate.

(To be continued...)

Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant JG Cassandra Levue
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Lieutenant JG Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer

Ensign Stran
Security Officer

 

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