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Ay, there’s the rub

Posted on Sat May 19th, 2018 @ 5:48pm by Petty Officer 1st Class Lumo Elnora

Mission: Once Upon a Time
Location: Various
Timeline: Current

Lumo opened her eyes and then immediately closed them again, rebelling against the light. She struggled to sit up. She opened them again to see the rustic, homemade, decor of her parent’s farm. Time-worn, familiar objects were dotted around like the tapestry her mother made to celebrate the liberation of her homeworld.

“You’re finally up. I thought you’d sleep the day away.” Her mother said in that mock disapproving tone Lumo used to hear so often in her youth. The elder Lumo stood in the doorway, a freshly washed plate in her hand.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I just –“ Lumo replied still trying to put her thoughts in order.
“Don’t worry, it [i]was[/i] quite a party last night.”
“Last night?”
“To celebrate you being home.”
“Really, I don’t remember anything.”
“I’m not surprised. You had a little too much ale and got silly. It’s all that artificial stuff you drink on that starship of yours.”

[i]the starship[/i]

“Oh, I’m sorry, that was thoughtless of me. You’re still recovering. We’ll talk about it all when you’re feeling stronger. I’ve just made some fresh tea for when your father gets back from town; there’s Mapa too if you’re hungry, but it’s cold.”

“That sounds lovely.”

Lumo eased herself out of bed and fumbled for her clothes dumped over by the window. Outside the rain was driving, wind was bending the harvest-ready stalks at a rakish angle. Away in the distance, Lumo could see someone in the lower field fixing a piece of machinery.

“Honestly, I’m really glad you decided to take your medical leave at home rather than somewhere else.”
Lumo stared out the window “Like Risa?” she asked hopefully. Another frown from her mother. Despite having been at a raucous party the night before, Lumo didn’t feel drunk. Strange.

“Drink this.” A well-loved mug was thrust into her hand. Lumo instinctively blew the steam away from the cup before drinking it. The tea was hot and sweet, just like it used to be. There was a knock at the door.

“That’ll be your father.” Her mother announced before hurrying off to open it. Odd, Father usually had his key, but maybe in this weather.

“Elnora, come see who's here.”

Lumo placed her mug on the table and dutifully made her way over to join her mother at the front door. In that moment, all the color drained from Lumo’s face and her body went rigid. Lightening pulsed across the darkened horizon, highlighting three Romulans in the doorway.

“Good morning. Mrs Lumo. We are from the Romulan Science Institute, here helping with the reconstruction of this province. May we come in?”

“Mother don’t let them in, they’re Romulans!” Lumo begged pulling at her mother’s arm.

“I can see that, dear. I can’t let them stand out in the rain.”

Every neuron and thread of muscle of Lumo’s body was screaming at her that something was very wrong. Her father never [i]ever[/i] left the house without his key, more than that, the Romulans were never part of the reconstruction back home.

“Mother, please don’t do this… just send them away.”

“I can’t do that, dear, it’s raining. They’ll catch cold. Please come in.”

“Mother they’re not scientists. Look at them! They’re wearing military uniform; They have weapons!”

“I assure you, these are not weapons, this is scientific equipment.” The Romulan said stepping inside the door. The three stepped inside. They seemed huge and imposing with broad shouldered uniforms.

“Actually, we would very much like to speak to you about your scientific knowledge. Your expertise would be invaluable. If you would come with us, please.” Two of the Romulans stepped from behind their leader and moved towards Lumo.

“No!” Lumo shouted, stumbling back towards the corner of the room. She lost her footing and grabbed at a chair pulling it in front of her to protect herself. The mug of tea hit the floor with a tinny clatter, it’s contents pooling on the floor.

“You really should go with them, dear.” Her mother’s voice sounded so far away, its words though sounding like hers sounded so cold, so alien.

“No!” Lumo shouted as outstretched, green blooded arms, loomed large to grab her.

“You okay?”

Lumo was sitting bolt upright, her heart pounding in her chest. Was someone trying to grab her? There was no one around her. Already the memory and the details were fading and breaking apart. A bad dream.

“Hey,” a voice insisted “Are you okay?”

The grey and yellow of a Starfleet engineering tunic clashed next to her the blue of her own. Lumo recognized the voice. “Dirk?”

“It’s me. We need your tricorder, I came looking for you, but then heard you shouting and came running. You sure you’re okay?”

Lumo wasn’t sure what happened or indeed what was happening. Everything was vague and fuzzy, she didn’t feel like herself. People, and things and events, she knew were out of place, out of time. Was she going mad? Everyone else around her seemed to be perfectly oblivious to it all.

“I.. uh.. I slipped and fell, but I’m fine.”

“What are you still doing here? I thought you transferred off [i] Venture[/i].”

“Me? Transfer? You want to get rid of me, Lumo? Tough. I’m not going anywhere, I’m the chief engineer.”
[i] But you aren’t… [/i]

“Here, let me give you a hand, we could really use your help.” He reached out to help her up. The grip was a friendly one, a supportive one. Struggling to her feet Lumo looked around, the landscape was unfamiliar, the sky alien. She felt disconnected, weak, and cold like a thousand tonnes was bearing down upon her body, crushing her.

“Lumo! Lumo” Dirk’s voice was frantic yet rapidly receding into the darkness. She tried to answer but found the words had disappeared before they had formed. And then the darkness swallowed her whole.

Yet the darkness did not devour Lumo, instead it kept her safe. Unable or unwilling to heal itself, the medical folks had placed her body in status. For now, Lumo was set to have strange slumber in a numbered box until all was back to normal.

 

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