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It was perhaps 20 minutes later when Trax’s intense inner protective barriers got interrupted by the door opening and the sound of not one pair of feet but....20? were soon heard. When he would deem to open his eyes there were indeed 20 people! All Betazed, 19 of them were younger in age, perhaps late teens to early 20s they were garbed in a strange floral pattern like robe that seemed to trigger memories of old stories of ancient Betazed worship practices but the exact details of which were lost to him at the moment. Among these 19, 8 were women, and another 11 were men. Standing though at the forefront of those mass of young people who eyed Trax with an almost worshipful like ‘awe’ of perception was Trax’s Mother. Her dress state was also of this same floral robe pattern but of finer material as would befit her station, he could never recall her wearing such in the past though!

Her smile to him was one part motherly, and another part almost endearing, a strange mixture from what she might normally show when he had last met her or talked to her. Her hair was done up in a pair of twin buns topped with a single pair of thing metal like pins about 4 inches long and a quarter inch thick. Weaving patterns of some kind of runic symbols of ancient Betazed language were adorned on them. Topping the left side of her ear was a white flower that he didnt reconize but seemed to be looped about her ear by a small golden piece of jewelry.

The procession as his Mother waved a hand to her left, moved in that direction. The 19 onlookers laid out a small fold-able table complete with carried small containers of food and drink. All the while the younger 19 would slip glances of awe and wonder again at Trax for some mysterious reason he couldnt fathom, coupled with this was his ability to sense them was quite muted, what little he could get out of them was equal to their stare, simple emotional feelings of awe and wonder about him.

”..Oh my dear baby! My child my little boy. Look at you…” His mother said tsk tsking softly. “..I do hope those Orions I hired to bring you here did not rough you up too badly yes? And look at how thin you are!” She said patting down his arms and side. “..All skin and bones! Does Starfleet not feed you properly!” She said in admonishment. Her speech and manner would likely be confusing if not out right almost alien to Trax he was though pretty sure it was truly his mother. What muted sense of emotions and thoughts did convey this to him. She looked on expectantly then as if waiting for an answer to her questions.

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Trax really did not want to talk or see his mother. but he was polite enough to look her direction but not directly at her. He really did not care about the others in the room so far they were no threat to him other than feeling a bit creeped out by there aweness to him. “I am fine.” Trax spoke but wanted to say more but there was too much of an audience. as his dry voice gave hoarseness to his voice now. “I never had issues with Starfleet and the Alliance. Sadly they treat me better than you do.” Trax said as a matter of fact tone. He tried to see if he saw anyone familiar in the crowd of people with his mother now. And he knew he was being tortured by her even if it was subtle and pleasant. This was out of character for her even Trax saw that but he did not feel she was controlled in any way. All he could do is look away from her now. He was not in any mood to answer any more questions. As he thought of his Imzadi And the ambassador not knowing if they were alive or not along with any of the crew of the Ark Angel. As he fell deeper into despair as his heart and mind were breaking. He now wished he was dead by now. As one lonely tear fell on his cheek on the far side not being seen by his mother.

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While Trax’s mother perhaps didnt see the tear fall her stronger set of telepathic abilities certainly picked up on his emotions and thoughts. Putting a cool hand on his left cheek she turned his face to look at her directly. “..Oh my dear child, you need not worry about your ship mates or....friends. They even now are on their way to Starbase 243 and as I’m sure you would be aware based on what I have read of your ‘dear’ Fleet Captain Andone she will surely want to launch a rescue operation to find you. Well they would be foolish to try to take you away from me now. Especially now that my followers and I have you safe and sound! So close to bring a rebirth of order and enlightenment to Betazed and any who would listen to our words, and it’s all thanks to you my dear little child!” She said cooking in a genuine tone of affection for Trax mixed with pride even.

”..Mistress Suder, the food and drinks are prepared..” One of the younger female Betazeds said where now a spread of small finger foods and assorted wines and fruit drinks were placed. The smell of them was certainly intoxicating to the pallet even with Trax being restrained as he was. Perhaps there was more to learn here if he played his cards right? As it was it didn’t seem important to Trax’s mother that the Ark Angel might return to rescue Trax. Certainly strange to say the least!

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